The Lost Year
It's been a year since the finale of Lost. I wrote about it then, and more than once since. It split the fan base, though the reaction was more negative than positive. One friend told me the more he thinks about the finale, the better he likes it. I probably feel the opposite. It was not only weak, but hurt what went on before. (And I have a new complaint that I didn't fully realize then. While it's nice for the dying Jack to see his friends fly off the island, it wasn't a big deal anymore. Under the old regime, their lives were always in danger and they couldn't leave. With Hurley in charge and their enemies dead or neutered, they can sit around and enjoy the tropical paradise for a few months before taking off.)
The Island stuff was weak, but the altaworld was meaningless, and arguably made everything meaningless. Still, I can't name a series that had me more involved, or entertained, than Lost. For the first five seasons, I can't think of a better show. Nothing can take that away. And the characters and situations had so much residual interest, I was still intrigued by season six, even if it was a letdown.
I could explain more particularly, but I've already done that. Looking back at what I wrote last June, I wouldn't change anything, except that maybe now I feel even more negative.
But let's not go out on a harsh note. Let's remember some of the good moments from season 1 through 6 (though only one of them makes my top ten of the season list):