Cue the dramatic string-filled music and slow-motion montage: I finally finished rewatching all of Lost for the second and third times (respectively). I spent the last year and a half watching the entire series with my mother and my friend Sara separately, and then we all watched the finale together. I have to say, I cried almost as much watching the finale for the second time as I did the first time. (Possibly more.) Also, there are so many symbols, meanings, winks, nods, and whatnot that I didn't catch the first time I watched. Lost has some serious layers! (Not that we didn't know that already.) Honestly, I could watch this show 1000 times (happily) and still find things I missed the first 999 times. THIS SHOW IS DEEP. It's ironic that one of the biggest themes of the show (and especially the finale) is the idea of "letting go" and moving on, yet I can't imagine ever being able to let go of Lost.
It's like this:
Rose is all like, 'You can let go now,' and I should be like:
...and move on and everything. But instead I'm like:
...clinging to 'Lost' like it's my dead daddy, come to Shephard me into the afterlife.
Well let me tell you something: I ain't going into no bright light without my Lost DVDs, so thanks for the message, Damon and Carlton, but I won't be letting go of Lost anytime soon. Unless of course I crash on an island, escape said island, develop a pill addiction and a crazy beard, return to the same island, get some people killed, finally accept that I can't fix everything, defeat a smoke monster, and save the island before hugging it out with my dead father. Then maybe we'll talk about "letting go."