In less than a half hour, the pre-show starts for the series
finale of LOST.
Yes, I am one of the millions who got sucked in to
Lost. In fact, it's the first show I've watched religiously since Twin
Peaks was on the air. Yes, I was a huge fan of Buffy, of course, but I
didn't DVR and backup VHS record it, ya know? But I was like that with
Lost. (And for the record, my college best friend Aysha's mom used to
record Twin Peaks for us if we were going out to a concert and couldn't
watch it live, and overnight it to us.)
Why was I so committed to
Lost? Probably in part because it was a mystery. And I wanted to ensure I
had my opportunity to see it first-hand and form my own opinions before
the Interwebs had their way with me and spoiled an episode for me. But
the other reason is I really cared about the characters. And that
happens so rarely for me in TVland.
As an aside, I wasn't an
immediate Lostie. I saw my first episode in a most unlikely place. The
SO and I were flying back from London, on Virgin Airlines, and picked
out the pilot from the line-up of movies and television shows available
to us. Even the big black screen warning that what we were about to
watch contained footage of a plane crash that could, you know, be
potentially upsetting to someone currently traveling over the ocean in a
huge jet, didn't sway us from watching.
And thus started our
multi-year obsession with LOST.
After tonight. we'll go back to
our non-tv-watching selves. And I'll have a twinge of missing Sawyer at 9
p.m. each Tuesday night for just a little while.
P.S. I promise
to come back here and leave spoilerific comments about the finale
post-watching and digesting, after the cut.