I do wonder, at times, how this show will hold up in the long run. Certainly, Lost requires you to have been onboard since the very beginning. Otherwise, you’ll liable to be, well, lost. Heh. It’s been a long ride since Oceanic 815 crashed on the Island. How, then, do we judge individual episodes? Is it fair to judge each of them on their own, out of the contextual fabric of everything that’s come before and will come after?
I start with this because this season, more than any other, has been a veritable bombardment on the minds of the Lost audience, requiring viewers to religiously visit Internet blogs whose authors obsessively spew continued nonsense concerning geography, ghosts and the concept of space-time dynamics cross-referenced with historical accounts of ancient Greek civilizations. See, even that last sentence didn’t make any sense! So, where am I going with all this? I have no idea; I lost my train of thought. I guess I just want to acknowledge there may be fans of the show out there–even the diehards–frustrated by all the science and math and time travel mumbo jumbo thrown at them this season. Some feel all the time-jumping flashes are an easy way out for writers that are making this crap up as they go along.
I urge patience. By the end of this 6-year ride, when the final puzzle piece is laid into the mosaic that is Lost, it’ll all make sense and your loyalty and persistence will have been rewarded in spades. You’ll be able to trace back to the very first episode and see where the first bricks of the foundation were laid for what we’ll all eventually learn. Much like the Cylons, Lost’s creators have a plan. (Sorry, but you should be fully aware by now how much of a dork I am.) They’ve said it from the beginning they knew how critical it was to have one; that making crap up as they went along wouldn’t fly if the show were to maintain its integrity. Keep the faith. If Jack can believe, so can you. Holy cow, that was lame. Maybe we should actually talk about tonight’s episode.