Damon Lindelof is one of the busiest screenwriters currently in show business, and it’s all thanks to his six years show running Lost. Well, we all know how that ended, and if we had forgotten, the internet reminded us the other night following the final episode of Breaking Bad.
Lindelof was recruited to write a piece commemorating the end of Breaking Bad by The Hollywood Reporter, and at some point it turned into a pseudo-apology slash admission of guilt concerning the alleged crapiness of the end of Lost. “I agreed to write this piece because I am deeply and unhealthily obsessed with finding ways to revisit the Lost finale and the maddening hurricane of shit that has followed it,” Lindelof wrote.
“In the comments section of the piece I did not write, the following sentiment would have been echoed dozens of times over: ‘What the f— do you know because you f—ed up Lost?!?'” he continued. “How do I know this? Well, for starters, my Twitter feed was pretty much a unanimous run of, “Did you see that, Lindelof? That’s how you end a show.”
That’s true, and some of it was pretty nasty. Still, Lindelof admits that he’s got a problem. “Alcoholics are smart enough to not walk into a bar,” he explained. “My bar is Twitter. It’s Comic-Con. It’s anytime someone asks me to write an article even casually relating to Lost.
“And what do I do? I jump at the opportunity to acknowledge how many people were dissatisfied with how it ended. I try to be self-deprecating and witty when I do this, but that’s an elaborate (or obvious?) defense mechanism to let people know I’m fully aware of the elephant in the room and I’m perfectly fine with it sitting down on my face and shitting all over me.”
Well, there’s an image. Lindelof goes on to say that he’s tired of the fight, and that he appreciates the quiet number of Lost fans who are fans of the finale and feel like lepers because of it. So he’s decided to offer us a truce:
“I’d like to make a pact, you and me,” he said. “And here’s your part: You acknowledge that I know how you feel about the ending of Lost. I got it. I heard you. I will think about your dissatisfaction always and forever. It will stay with me until I lie there on my back dying, camera pulling slowly upward whether it be a solitary dog or an entire SWAT team that comes to my side as I breathe my last breath.
“And here’s my part: I will finally stop talking about it. I’m not doing this because I feel entitled or above it — I’m doing it because I accept that I will not change hearts nor minds. I will not convince you they weren’t dead the whole time, nor resent you for believing they were despite my infinite declarations otherwise.”
There. Everybody happy now? That’s what I thought. But because he can, Lindelof decided to get one last word in before signing off.
“I stand by the Lost finale,” he said. “It’s the story that we wanted to tell, and we told it. No excuses. No apologies. I look back on it as fondly as I look back on the process of writing the whole show. And while I’ll always care what you think, I can’t be a slave to it anymore. Here’s why: I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And I was really … I was alive.”
So there you go, internet, you won. Lindelof is broken-ish. Lesson learned.