I made a conscious decision to stop thinking about Lost shortly after May’s Season Five finale; otherwise, I would have spent the subsequent months consumed with overwhelming and frustrating anticipation, and posted blog after blog about the possible identities of The Man in Black, culminating in my termination here at The L. But now that Season Six is set to begin tomorrow, it’s time to start thinking about the show again (and talking about it, with my employer’s approval).
If you forgot, Season Five ended with the explosion of an atomic weapon, and a white-flash that cleverly suggested that the world of Lost had forever changed. Whether or not that’s true, we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to (begin to) get answers. (Videos released at Comic Con—OK, I did think about Lost a little since May—suggest that, yes, shit has seriously changed.)
My months-long Lost black-out succeeded in dampening my enthusiasm: a bit too much, in fact. In the meantime, I found myself intellectually bolstering my theory that television was a medium better suited to comedy—for months, NBC’s Thursday night bloc and parts of Fox’s Sunday night line-up have been the only new television I’ve kept up with—with notable exceptions, of course: I experienced Buffy: The Vampire Slayer for the first time and ran around proclaiming its genius; I caught up with the second season of Mad Men, too. Man, TV is awesome. Lost? Yeah, it’s cool.
And re-watching parts of Season One over the last few weeks did nothing to move me. But then ABC re-ran the Season Five finale on Tuesday. And, wow. What a tremendous two hours of television!
I had tuned-out Lost so well that I’d even forgotten about Faraday! I’d forgotten, like, everything that happened in the last season (which, as Noel Murray pointed out recently, was one hell of a piece of wham-bang storytelling.) I’d forgotten how far the show had come, how much had happened, how much emotion and interest it had wrung out of me in the past several years. SPOILERS Juliet’s death scene—as she hung from Sawyer’s hand, magnetism pulling her toward her doom—moved me to tears; it’s on a par with Charlie’s from the Season Three finale, which I still maintain is one of the finest two-hours of television in the medium’s history./SPOILERS
Needless to say, I am totally pumped about tomorrow, and you should be, too. For fans: if you haven’t, you should re-watch last season’s finale, which you can do here. For newbies: the show’s official site has every episode available for streaming, and Netflix has DVDs, obvs. But if you don’t have the time to do that much catching up in so short a time, you can watch the following video, which recaps the highlights of five seasons in just over eight minutes. (Of course, I recommend you actually watch the show from beginning to end, but the video is neat.)