I’m not even going to attempt a guess at how Lost will end tonight because a) I’d probably be wrong and b) I don’t want to raise my expectations only to have them dashed in the finale’s closing minutes. The far-from-satisfying Battlestar Galactica finale is still fresh in my memory and I’m hoping the Lost writers can do better, but the current season’s meandering plot has me prepared for an ending full of ambiguity and unanswered questions. And perhaps that’s the point. The show has sometimes been obtuse, but it’s never tried to beat viewers over the head with obvious and simple metaphors. Instead, it’s preferred to let us assign our own meaning to things. And so even when I’ve been frustrated with the show’s slow pace, it’s always been interesting to watch.
I’m going to miss Lost when it’s gone, but my TiVo will still have plenty to keep its hard drive spinning: Breaking Bad, Mad Men, True Blood, and Fringe. Especially Fringe. That show has quickly matured into the best science fiction drama on television with a tremendously fun story about parallel universes. I just hope the Fringe writers have a plan for keeping the story moving forward.