There’s a growing core of rumours circulating regarding the future of the meandering juggernaut that is Lost, and the one that seems to have real legitimacy to it is that ABC are shortly to announce, presumably at the end of the extremely-bumpy third season, just when the show is going to actually end.
The smart money, people, is on season five bringing down the curtains on the show that went from genuinely interesting to a classier version of Jeremy Kyle in a matter of two years.
This, in theory, is a good plan. It means we’re past the half way point for starters, and it’s also, again quoting the rumour mill, going to lead to a finale of season three that thoroughly yanks the rug out from under the feet of all us cynics. Sure, that could be pre-season-finale hype, but given the closing episode of season two was genuinely excellent, we can but hold out hope.
Personally, I’ve enjoyed little of the last two seasons, and have kept watching partly because my better half remains interested, and partly because I begrudge the amount of hours I’d put into it. I, like many, feel like I’m owed something. That said, we were going to knock it on the head at the end of the series if the original seven-season plan was still on the agenda.
Because the problem, really, is an obvious one. Lost was a brilliant, brilliant plan for a strong 30-episode show. At one point, the flashbacks mattered, and the plot moved on decisively. Now sure, as we head to the 20th episode of the third series, there’re some signs of momentum again, but I can’t lose from my head the though that there’re still over 40 episodes to go. That’s a lot of flashbacks, and a lot of time to fill with pretentious guff. After all, and there are no spoilers here, we’ve already had an interesting cliffhanger in season three that was blatantly ignored for weeks, while we had to endure some more forgettable rubbish. It’s hardly surprising the show has lost lots of its friends.
But maybe, just maybe, as it starts its, er, descent, Lost might get its balls back. It earned its water-cooler notoriety because, once upon a time, it was genuinely interesting, and really quite impressive. And while Heat readers may still salivate over the procession of beefcakes with their tops off and perfectly made-up women in the queue for the Botox clinic, Lost still has that one juicy chance to sort its shit out.
Will the end of season three be the start of a brand new hope?