
LOST has lost its allure. This Sunday, the series finale comes out. Although I initially loved this season—they led us into an alternate universe without dumbing it down for mainstream television—what initially drew me to the show were its questions, not answers. The answers, if you ask me, ruin it because they’re just not that good.
If you’re hoarding episodes of LOST, spoilers ahead.
It was okay, in previous seasons, to answer something every once and a while. Consider the way they suggested (but didn’t tell) how and why the polar bears got to the island when the main cast were taken hostage by the others. I was fine with that, but these days nothing is so casually suggested. Now everything is flat out explained, usually by Locke or a ghost, if not a jarring flashback, and I think, “Okay, that was certainly anti-climactic.” I don’t hate the final season, it doesn’t hold a candle to what came before it.
Season 5’s cliffhanger was brilliant, as was season 6’s opener. We all knew you couldn’t have LOST without an island, but the show opens and… we’re on the plane again. What? The plan worked? The plan worked! Not only that, the island is underwater! Holy shit! How cool is that! Then, with no explanation… Jack wakes up on the island. And no, that other universe was no dream. It was the best mind-fuck LOST had pulled yet.
Then the answers—spoken, rarely shown—came trudging along with almost predictable frequency. Every great once and a while, they toss me a bone, but it just isn’t enough to sustain my appetite. Maybe I would have liked the series better if it had been canceled after Season 5. I like things that get me involved. LOST’s sixth season is considerably less hands-on.

