I Am A Sap

I re-watched the final episode of Lost again last night, staying up a bit late in the process. I still couldn't believe how much of a let-down it was, but the few moments that pulled me in the first time, did so again this time. It was nice not to have to sit through the commercials and other nonsense this time. In any event, I really got off on the bits where people suddenly recognized another character, and were overcome with the emotion of remembering their lives on the island. That kind of stuff, if it's done even marginally well, just gets me right here. It also made me think that maybe what I've wanted all along was to be an actor and be able to simply play scenes like this, instead of having to come up with the where-with-all to write, produce and direct them.( I am clearly no good at coming up with where-with-all.) That maybe all of this sadness in my heart is just me putting it there for my inner actor to play off of. This was punctuated for me just now when I glanced over at someone's iPhone, and the resulting pang of jealousy and failure over my inability to afford one, when coupled with the music I was hearing on my iPod, made it seem like some kind of a scene in my head. Stupid head.

I dunno, maybe it was just the lateness of the hour. Or maybe it was just the beauty of the actresses who play Kate, Juliet and the rest. Like I said in the title, I'm a sap.

In summation, I'd just like to say that the story of the island was done a huge disservice, and a brilliant show was disfigured beyond recognition. It's possible that most shows shouldn't be finished. They should end before they are over, so that the audience's imagination is left with something. Just a thought.