Finally got to watch the end of Lost last night. I’m pretty sure that, like Topsy, the series ‘just growed’, the writers having no idea where it was going when they began Series One. Given that, the finale was reasonably satisfying. A couple of series ago I toyed with the idea that the island was Purgatory and I don’t think I was too far off the mark. It certainly seemed to be about redemption and showing, as Larkin put it:
Our almost instinct, almost true
What will survive of us is love.
A couple of nights before we’d watched the finale of Flash Forward. Given that the series was a dramatisation of a novel I’d expected something coherent and satisfying. It wasn’t. Looking on the web produced the answer: ABC had pulled the plug on the programme because viewing figures had plummeted by two-thirds in the States. The last episode was the finale only in name. In reality it was simply the last one to be screened. Unless someone makes the show more viewer-friendly for American audiences by rewriting the script to exclude words of more than one syllable, I guess I’ll have to read the novel to find out what finally happened.
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