the lost hero

I just watched the season finale of Lost.

My heart is racing and my skin is tingling. Whatever they did to mess things up somewhere in the middle, they won me back. Big. Time.

As for Heroes? Not so much. Their finale let me numb and uncaring. Most likely since I have since it twice before…

As copied from the summary of the episode online: Sylar rampages through the 24 hours leading up to his bid for total world domination as the rest of the Heroes race to stop him, once and for all.

Um, but wait! They forgot to add: After travelling to see the bleak future, the heroes work to change the present. But they don’t. Well, they do, but just enough to take us back to the same story arc so that we never have to actually write something new. And, yes, they never actually kill Sylar. Someone will always think they can outsmart the psychopath… Not to mention killing off nearly everyone we worked to develop in the first two seasons in the process…


Yeah. I will stick with Heroes simply because they have superpowers and they are flawed anti-heroes. I have always responded to that. I just wish they would stick to the creative flow they had in the first season, instead of sticking to the same plot.

I will stick with Lost, but for an entirely different reason.

You see, I am a puzzle-solver of sorts. I have always seen the things and places and people around me as pieces of a larger set, a larger image, a larger (fill in the blank with your own cliche)… For most of my life, I could go to movies or watch television and see a clean and clear line to the ending, usually finding it in the first twenty minutes. As creative as the writer’s get, they still all follow patterns and formulas and, really, they are not typically all that varied.

It doesn’t ruin my viewing to do this, this thing I have most always done. As long as some aspect of the picture was fresh and well-thought, I enjoy myself. There was a period, some time around my mid-twenties, when I would get pissed when the closing credits rolled. Most often since the writers never finished all the random sub-plots they threw in for extras… Sloppy, really.

Anyway, back to the point. Lost has been tying the connections together for the audience for five seasons… Well, four turned into five after an inconvenient break… And still, as much as I can see everything winding closer together, I still cannot see the endpoint.

That fascinates me. Utterly!

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