For those of you who don’t watch Lost, this post may be, well, “lost” for you. I’m a big fan. No, I’m a hugefan of the sci-fi/fantasy/mystery story. I’m the kind of fan the show’s producers find such a perverse pleasure in stringing along season after season, feeding us a tidbit here and there to keep us guessing. I’m the kind of fan that spends too much time poring over my favorite Lost sites for the latest fan theories and meticulously deconstructing key screenshots from the previous night’s episode. We’re a mostly intelligent group who delights in the obscure references the show slips us, which are probably completely missed by the casual observer. We’re the ones who think we’ve got it all figured out, only to be thrown for a loop the following week, forcing us to reconsider and rework our theories over and over again.
Lost is full of anagrams and mysterious characters who we may or may not be able to see, and whose motives for their actions on the island are only shown to us in flashback. Its central themes are redemption and man’s universal connection to others. It’s a giant puzzle, which is both the beauty of the show – and its main problem. TV viewers are used to having their stories told in 22 minute segments, or, at the most, 16 or 24 episode seasons. This story will be strung out over another 3 seasons and it’s not likely we’ll get many definitive answers until 2010. Me? I can stick it out, but I’m afraid the only people left watching the show by May, 2010 will be our relatively small pack of Lost sleuths, who will only be sorry to see it end, leaving a big gaping hole in our Wednesday nights.