I am in shock. I can’t believe I wasted 95+ hours of my life on a story that is tantamount to a badly written Jr. High creative writing assignment. Arg.
When I first started watching LOST, I thought it would be like a Dickens’ novel where the end brought everything together in grand beauty.
Dickens was a genius. LOST not so much . . .
In ancient times, playwrights used a plot device called the “dues ex machina” – Latin for “god in the machine” – meaning, an end wherein “a seemingly inextricable problem is suddenly and abruptly solved with the contrived and unexpected intervention of some new character, ability, or object” (Wikipedia). In Greece, an actual crane would lower an actor playing a god down onto the stage to resolve all plot flaws.
The “dues ex machina” is a favorite of Jr. High writers who often get themselves in a fantastic plot problem and would solve it by waking up thus, “and then I woke up and realized it was all a dream.”
I feel that with some careful thought, all 95+ hours of LOST could have come to a beautiful intricate conclusion where all the clues pieced together, and I am actually angry that the creators didn’t have more respect for themselves and their characters. This was no Sixth Sense where the clues came together with the realization of death; in LOST's case, death was a cop out. Death was a “dues ex machina”.
I have spent the last week and a half delineating all the plot holes and recreating a LOST wherein the end all the pieces created a beautiful puzzle. I actually wrote an alternate ending with all plot holes and clues resolved. But since fiction is not my forte, it sounded more like a list and less like a Dickens’ novel, sadly. May I send this wish out into the universe – may someone create an alternate LOST finale that would make Horace proud . . . and bring back all the fabulous actors and characters and pretend like the first LOST finale never happened. I could come to grips with that. I believe in second chances.
For all the critics that touted LOST as some sort of phenomenon, for all the fans who followed with dogmatic religiosity, I am sorry to say that LOST cannot be a classic. It could have been, but the finale was the most disappointing two and a half hours of television I have ever watched. The “and then Kate touched me, and I realized I was dead” ending ruined all 95+ hours. They picked the easy, unsatisfying way out, and I don’t know when or how I’ll come to grips with it.