WHAT THE FUDGE JUST HAPPENED? Consider this an open thread to discuss the Lost season finale. I'll update after it gets to the West Coast, and possibly after I also watch Danny Gokey get eliminated from American Pop Music Insiders Arguing With Each Other. While you wait, and while we get ourselves all cleaned-up and detoxed in preparation for Bee Week, please imagine what it would be like if Sawyer always used "fudge" where a more popular f-incepted expletive would be appropriate.
ETA: Well, fudge you, Jack, and fudge you Miles for pointing that out (though the show was nice enough to let us off the hook there), and fudge you Juliet for acting all out of character, and fudge you Radzinsky and Phil, just for the fudgeofit. But nice job, Damon and Carlton, for the tidy little parallel between tonight and the Season 1 trek from the Black Rock (hi, Black Rock!) to the Swan with a backpack full of old dynomite, and for the callback tonight to another season's final reveal, and for doing your duty yet again under the Deadwood Full Employment Act (hi, Silas!).
If I had one nagging thought this entire episode, it was that it is discomforting, and not mildly so, to realize that we're five years into caring about these characters (or some of them), and suddenly it's apparent that most of our heroes are a bunch of zealot terrorists trying to drop a thermonuclear bomb into a peaceful construction site and the rest are plotting to kill God. If, five years ago, we started in the compound watching a bunch of dirty and self-destructive people fall out of the sky to upset our idyll (just like Sawyer and Juliet did a few episodes ago), we probably would have an entirely different perspective on this little adventure.
Oh, yeah -- and what did we accomplish at the end there?
We're all set for next season, right? Well, then, go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; some shall be pardon'd and some punished: for never was a story of more woe than this ...
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