The cone of silence has been lifted on ''Lost,'' since the bride and I watched it Thursday night. (Wonderful to have a night when the viewing demands were so minimal that we could spend a couple of hours catching up.) I was sure of some things as it went along, then -- within a half-hour of its end -- convinced that everything I had settled on was probably wrong.
For instance, when Libby appeared in the flashback with Desmond, I thought that proved she was some kind of recruiter for the island experiment. Then, reflecting on it, I imagined that she could have been unhinged somewhat by the death of her husband -- hence her willingness to give up a boat, just like that -- and then was institutionalized when Desmond was lost at sea, since that sent her depression spiraling.
The idea that the magnetic impulse brought down the plane in a bizarre coincidence was comforting at first, until I began to wonder (a) how the plane came so near this presumably isolated island and (b) whether anything we were being told was actually true and (c) Henry's comment.
You know: That the Others we know are ''the good guys.''
It certainly feeds into the notion that there are other Others. And who's-watching-whom was a recurring question in the ''Lost'' season finale, especially when it turned out that the monitoring notebooks were just being dumped. And if the Others know about other Others, who's to say there aren't forces at work that no one has figured out -- forces that could bring down an airplane but make it appear as if there was cause-and-effect involving the people on the island.
At the same time, though, ''good guys'' could just mean that the Others do indeed reflect my previous theorizing that they're a parallel to Native Americans in the Old West, while the crash survivors are the invaders disrupting the established civilization. I'd feel kind of smug about that coming up again, if I wasn't so confused by everything else.
I could go on, but you can see why the ''Lost'' finale finally ticked me off. I enjoyed watching it at the time. But I would have liked to come away from it feeling sure about something, of having at least one idea I could cling to without any doubt or question. Didn't get that. Instead, there was too much ambiguity. Too many questions old and new. Like the characters on the show, we're all being played with.