If you DVR’ed the finale and haven’t watch it yet, do not read further. Spoilers ahead. And one bit of a disappointed rant on the finale.
First off: they LIED to us. After repeatedly telling us that the cast was not in purgatory, guess what? They were in purgatory. I admit I was suckered in to the whole “reunion” meme, but when Hurley took Sayid to the bar and there was Shannon and Boone and Hurley looking all smug and smiley and such, I knew in my gut right then we’d been lied to. But I still held out hope it would get better.
In fact, through all but the last half hour or so of the finale, I was enjoying it. Sure I thought killing the Smoke Monster was a bit too easy. All that build up and they just push him off the cliff? Well, okay, whatever.
But I should have known. It’s not like there wasn’t forewarning throughout this entire season. Remember Benjamin Linus’ redemption? Weren’t you just thinking, “That is so perfect!”? And then that’s followed by blowing up the woman he’d just made peace with? Give me a break.
What really tipped off the awful ending to the series though was the episode about the brothers, Jacob and the Man in Black. First of all, I will forever see Allison Janney as Ms. Perky flipping the bird to unseen students (sorry West Wing fans). Asking us to see her as the tragic Jocasta figure was not simply a stretch but a failure. You just can’t do that sort of back story in one forty-two minute episode. But it was a precursor to how they were going to mess up the finale.
More failures: Six seasons building up to Jacob passing on the role of protector of the island to Jack. Then about ten more minutes and Hurley is recruited. And then Ben, who was redeemed, then not, suddenly becomes Staypuff’s best bud and number two protecting the island. Geez Louise.
Oh, and that Ben redemption thing? What a farce. Ben has been one of the only worthwhile storylines to follow, he finally earns his redemption and then in the last episode without any motivation whatsoever, we have him double crossing the Smoke Monster, then Widmore and Zoe, and, well, you gotta figure he did something to Hurley too since at the end he had to stick around to work some stuff out. What a waste.
And that whole ending in the “church” bit? Sure, we all knew that the series writers were using all sorts of odds and ends from various religions, myths, philosophies, literary figures and so forth. We get it. We did not need the stained glass window thrown in our face with all the religious symbolism. Okay. We get it.
Sheesh, if there’s something Hollywood just can never pull off it’s the after life.
And speaking of, and here we’re back to where we started, the series finale breaking all the rules that we were promised weren’t going to be broken: almost none of the picks for the final castaways to Ludicrous Island in the church scene were sensible. Sayid has spent six seasons pining after Nadia. And who does he end up with? The spoiled socialite Shannon. Come. On. Makes you wonder what the dog Vincent did so that he got stuck on the island with Michael. Furthermore, the series has been all about choices and consequences. It’s been the interplay between fate and free will, and free will has always appeared to be the final arbiter. Even Jack’s destiny to become protector of the island was one he freely chose. So, what does a boozing, emotionally distant, philandering surgeon father and husband get compared to his tortured but honorable, conscientious, virtuous son? Eanh, same diff.
No, Damon and Carlton could have just lopped off the last thirty minutes or so of the finale–with no editing, just spliced the film–and then ended with Jack’s eye closing. No cheesy lot of them in the Universal Church of Who Cares. All of the questions left unanswered. And it would have been a way better send off of the series. Heck the Kimmel inspired Bob Hartman ending was better than what we got.
Thanks Messrs Damon and Carlton: the last thirty minutes of your finale ruined the entire series for me. I’ll just scratch my DVD at that point so it can never play those horrible banal minutes and I’ll never again have to watch the sorriest of series finale endings in the history of television.