“Life must be understood backwards … but it must be lived forwards.”-Soren Kierkegaard
We’ve been through a lot these past six years, we LOST fans, since we first met 14 plane crash survivors on a deserted tropical Island.
We’ve flashed forward and backward and sideways and all around the timespace continuum.
We’ve experienced the hatches and the cages and the purge and the nosebleeds and the flaming arrows and the visitations of ghosts. We’ve travelled on the outriggers and the raft, Ajira Flight 316 and a Beechcraft full of drug smuggling Nigerian priests, the Black Rock, the Elizabeth, Penny’s Boat and Not Penny’s Boat.
We’ve been through pushing the button and not pushing the button and how the Donkey Wheel blooped away the Island and how the pendulum in the Lamppost showed the way to get blooped back on to it. We’ve been to Jacob’s cabin and his lighthouse, the cave of numbers, the above ground Temple, the below ground Temple, the inside of the giant four toed foot. We’ve played I Spy with the numbers and the hieroglyphics, the mirrors, the Virgin Marys, the snowglobes and polar bears, black and white rocks, White Rabbits!
We’ve picked through the cultural detritus of Enlightenment philosophers, quantum physicists, Joseph Campbell, Stephen King, Star Wars, the Matrix, evil twins and bad daddies, Faustus and Satan and Job, Genesis, Exodus, the Book of John.
And we’ve wondered and wondered about all the many mysteries. About how the Island gave John back his legs and made him special. About Walt’s secret powers and why Aaron couldn’t be raised by another and why the super!sperm! made babies that consumed their mothers from within and whether dropping the atomic bomb caused the Incident or prevented it and why Jack’s dad’s body wasn’t in the coffin but was wandering about the world looking for ways to make Jack cry.
Our heads are spinning. How could they not be? If the ultimate intention was to make sure the audience entered the finale sequence as LOST as a bunch of disoriented drunks who’ve just been strapped to a chair in Room 23, then they’ve succeeded.
Mission Accomplished, dudes!
We all knew this time would come, when our individual visions of what LOST could be or should be or might be would inevitably have to yield to the oncoming reality of what LOST actually is.
That being said … I liked this week’s episode. LOL. It was fun. I was surprised and sad to see it end. It wasn’t a brilliant episode, but it entertained me. Maybe it’s because no matter how inane the storyline, LOST is always such a beautiful visual experience. Or maybe it was because, like the Locke Monster said, it was just so nice to have everyone all together again.
Forgive me if I’m late to the party, but I’ve just come to the realization that, aside from the fun factor, none of that means anything. Chasing down those dead end rabbit holes is how we wind up getting so lost. This episode was pretty Easter Egg lite, for example, and I’ve noticed how much that frustrates a lot of the fandom. They want Easter Eggs. They think they need them to understand LOST. But I think they’re wrong. Take, for example, this apple.
A lot of people latched on to the apple in this scene and jumped, predictably, on to the Adam and Eve bandwagon. Might Sawyer and Kate be Adam and Eve? What was the significance of Kate not taking the apple? That means she can’t be Eve, right? Cause Eve took the apple. So Sawyer must be the snake! Satan! He’s tempting her!
The way they cock their knees up when they talk to one another, while those tempting Easter Apples sit there in between them, being distracting.
The way No. 15 and No. 51 can’t help but flirt with one another, even under less than ideal circumstances, in this Mirror World they’re in.
If you followed the bouncing Easter Apple, you’d see the other half of this puzzle clicking into place in the Island storyline. Sawyer, who was looking mighty fine as the take charge manly-man this week, was keeping his Freckles close to his side at all times.
For those of us not wearing our Suliet goggles, it was made redundantly clear that Sawyer’s priority has shifted back to protecting Kate. And Kate knows it.
In order to get Claire on to the boat, she gives Sawyer an ultimatum she knows he can’t refuse.
If he doesn’t let Claire on the boat, she won’t be coming with him either. Game over. Kate wins. She knows that, when it comes to Sawyer, she is still the only bartering chip that matters.
Same as it ever was.
So what does that mean about where the story’s headed, about where the Lurve Triangle is headed? Danged if I know. I’m just observing it, not predicting anything. Hell, if Hurley can experience a mind meld from a kiss on the cheek by a doppelganger of the crazy lady who tried to help him with his eating disorder four (?) years ago in a different dimension (?), then all bets are off. Kate may end up being the person who conned Sawyer’s parents …. and no, it won’t matter that she wasn’t born yet at the time. Only fools are enslaved by time and space, baby. You should all know that by now.
This episode, like all Season Six episodes, was designed like a tapestry, a quilt of nostalgic building blocks. I think every viewer has finally grokked to the patterns of Season Six. There is very little that is new. It’s all about revisiting the past, remembering things we loved and lost.
No matter how I feel about LOST this season, it will always have a piece of my heart. And all season long, whether we’ve been aware of it or not, they’ve been giving us our last chances to hug and kiss LOST goodbye.
The Elizabeth returned,
after not having been seen since Season Three’s Glass Ballerina.
OtherJack found out he had a sister,
and he reacted the exact same way he did the other time he found out he had a sister. Head pinch!
OtherJohn ended up face down with his spinal column filleted open like a fish’s.
Just like Ben, John’s mirror person, did in Season Three’s I Do.
Although in this season of old home reunions, I can’t believe they didn’t have Big Gay Tom show up as one of the male nurses in Jack’s operating theater. Talk about your missed opportunities!
Locke’s dural sac was “obliterated”. Dural sacs are the body parts Jack operates on during moments of self discovery.
Just like he was doing when his dad taught him about conquering fear through the Power of Five.
Jack finally took that leap of faith that Eloise had been urging on him in 316.
And even if it was kind of dinky and … uh, lame,
it was meant to remind us of the far, far greater leap his Lurve Triangle buddy took in Season Four.
Poor Jack. He just can’t look cool no matter what he does, can he? I mean, how bad did he need that knapsack? And wouldn’t it make more sense to jump off the back of the boat?
When Jack washes up exhausted onto the beach, his new master, The NotJohn Monster, greets him with the words “Nice day for a swim.”
The very words Juliet used when Sawyer made the same (but yes, cooler) kind of beach landing in No Place Like Home.
Other phrases are repeated.
Ben tells the ambulance attendant “His name is John”, the same Biblical phrase Locke’s teenage mother used when she gave him that name.
But we’re not really looking back as much as it might appear. When Kate asks Sawyer “When were you planning on telling me this?” – just as she did in the cages –
Sawyer doesn’t answer “Never”, as he did back then. He says “Now.”
And when Kate repeats the famous chorus of “We have to go baaaaaack”, Sawyer makes it plain he’s had enough of that shit.
“We’re done going back.”
We can only hope that line turns out to be true, because the time has come. It’s nice looking back at old seasons and episodes and faces and places and phrases and such. But we’re running out of time to wrap this thing up. All this self referential perpetual looping isn’t going to get us any closer to the solution to our puzzle. Unless, of course, the solution is that there isn’t any solution. Maybe the whole point was just to get us lost, and if they ever let us get found, the whole story will evaporate from its own lack of weight. Maybe they can’t give us the solution because the big secret is they don’t have one.
I can’t blame them for dallying, because it’s always sad to see a long trip end. But LOST has become like a too long road trip in a too small car. The fandom is cranking on each other’s nerves (not to mention leaving really nasty comments on recappers blogs). For better or worse, for richer or poorer, we need to finally get to our destination.
We were reminded again recently that the intent was to focus the story on the characters above the mythology in this final season.
The executive producers of Lost have explained that they always wanted viewers to engage with the show’s characters….Cuse continued: “By not having the audience talk about the mythology, then people are engaged in, ‘Is Kate going to end up with Sawyer?’ and, ‘I’m really compelled by the complexities of Benjamin Linus’. Those are the things we wanted the audience to obsess about, not whether the Valenzetti equation had any relevance to the functioning of the island’s magical time travel properties. … Meanwhile, Cuse’s co-creator Damon Lindelof explained that the narrative of the series had been driven by the characters.”
I like to think that’s true. I like to think the characters will come to conclusions that feel real, even within this fantasy world. I don’t want it all to hinge on a trivial gimmick. I’m not a fan of the WTF-Gotcha! style of storytelling. I can admire the brilliance of a long con done right, but I’m never impressed by cheap tricks. I want to believe Darlton when they say it’s the characters that matter most to them. So I will.
This episode might have been subtitled “Catching Up”, a phrase that was repeated twice.
Or if there seemed to be any actual point to them being brother and sister. I’m not even going to comment on the fact that, within an hour of this grand reunion, Jack was already bailing on his crazy haired kid sis.
Because, you know, big brothers will do that kind of thing. Sad, but true. They never want their baby sister around when they’re hanging out with the kool kidz.
And I’m not going to quibble about the quality of the looooooooong awaited reunion of Sun and Jin either. It has been so long since that fateful day.
I had almost forgotten how vibrant their storyline once was, how real their loss once felt.
It was good just seeing them in the same frame again.
Kissing in front of an admiring audience and speaking … English.
OK, so it was a little less intimate, a little less authentic, than we might have wished, but you’d have to have a heart of stone not to tear up just a little.
Claire and Kate’s misbegotten relationship took another baby step forward this week.
Kate had agreed to leave Claire behind when she swam out to the boat with Sawyer, but you could tell she didn’t really want to. When Claire put her on the spot, she spoke from the heart.
She didn’t mention that Claire was the one who left her baby lying around like a juicy hamburger in a boar infested jungle. She just took all the blame. And then, just to be safe, she also took Claire’s gun. Trust, but verify.
I also enjoyed Jack and Sawyer’s confrontation in this episode. I agreed with Jack that he didn’t belong on that boat. But, dude, if you love the Island so much, why did you get on it in the first place?
As the group sails away on the Elizabeth, Jack sits in the prow, doing his Man of the Island pose.
The one he was practicing after his encounter with Jacob’s Lighthouse.
Jack and Sawyer are switching places. Hell, there were a few times I almost wondered if Jack was switching genders.
Jack has obviously become Locke, but I wasn’t seeing Sawyer as the new Jack. To me, this week, he was all Han Solo.
Not just Han Solo. When he ordered Jack to “Get off my ship!”, he was channeling his namesake, Harrison Ford. Dig it.
Sawyer isn’t taking any shit from anyone anymore. He’s had it, he’s fed up, he’s done.
I laughed when Sawyer told him there were pills for conditions like that. Ha! As if Jack doesn’t know that. He’s a doctor. Duh.
The true “ultimate relationship” of LOST has become a bit of a muddle, along with everything else.
I’m not sure what the method is to his madness. It seemed like he was an interdimensional Suzy Matchmaker, but now he’s also reading minds. He knew about Libby and Hurley’s picnic, for instance, which made no sense, since the only thing he ever knew about Libby was that she had a boat she wanted to get rid of.