For the past six years, we have had a love/hate relationship with LOST. Mostly a hate relationship because it has been such a frustrating show. We started watching it after season one had just finished - a friend of mine at work loaned me the DVDs after telling me for a while how great the show was. We thought we would give it a try, and ended up holing up in our condo for a whole weekend and watching the entire season straight through. We were hooked. We watched season two while it aired and really enjoyed it. Then things started going downhill. For seasons three and four (as the show got progressively more frustrating and kept wandering off in weird directions), we were hit and miss. Actually, we missed pretty much the entire second half of season four and ended up catching up much later. We still weren't thrilled with it, so we didn't even bother watching season five.
Then we kept hearing how great season five was. So, a couple of weeks before season six was supposed to begin, we decided to scope out season five (mostly since it was available for streaming over the Internet via Netflix). Once again, we were hooked, and we holed up for another weekend and watched the entire season straight through. It was awesome. LOST was back on track, and we were ready for the final season!
Then the writers immediately threw this flash sideways/alternate timeline nonsense at us. Or, as my favorite LOST blog likes to call it, "Snoozeville." We went back to hating the show pretty quickly, but figured that since we had invested five years in it already, we might as well see it through to the end.
Well, due to the sleep deprivation that comes with having a newborn, we didn't get to watch the last two episodes until yesterday. And we were seriously underwhelmed and disappointed. The big finale was pretty much one big haphazard montage of nonsense. They didn't really answer anything, and the answers they did provide were so vague and ambiguous and nonsensical that they weren't really answers at all. Plus, there was a SERIOUS cheese factor. All of the fated hookups that happened in the last hour were just absurd.
But I have to say my favorite part of the finale (and I say "favorite" sarcastically) was the scene where Claire gave birth to Aaron in Snoozeville. Having recently given birth myself, I was laughing hysterically at the absurdity of this scene. She is just chilling at this concert, suddenly has like 2 contractions (out of nowhere), pushes 3 times, and the baby is out, all in a total of about 15 seconds. Then, while holding her still-slimy, *giant* newborn on her chest, she is feeling well enough (with no medication) to start making out with a random (drughead) bass player/hobbit that she has just met. Right.
That was just one of the many things I found unbelievable about the finale. Another was the tree falling on Benry and him just walking around seconds later with no explanation for how he got out from under the tree.
Anyway. . .Gemma is wailing and I could rant about this all day so I'm going to wrap it up by saying that I'm not sad that LOST is over, because looking back on it, it was a pretty terrible show. I am, however, going to stick with the one other on-air TV show we actually watched this season: Vampire Diaries. Ian Somerhalder (who was such a waste of time on LOST as Boone) is so fantastic as Damon Salvatore that he makes Vampire Diaries worth watching all on his own.
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