brightlotusmoon | Lost season finale

Migraine is much better now, yay.

I watched the season finale of "Lost" last night, because I had decided that after seeing the episode showing Desmond's flashbacks, I could start liking the show again. I stopped watching for a long time; it made my head hurt. And then I just kept forgetting when it was on. But it was hard to miss last night. I actually was able to understand everything, despite not having seen most of the previous dozen or so episodes except the one on Desmond and a few afterwards.

I knew that Bernard, Sayid, and Jin would not be killed, that the bullets would hit the sand in front of them. No point in actually killing them.
I knew Locke was alive, but was disappointed to see him become a "bad guy" so to speak -- loyal to the island and its secrets.
I knew Charlie would die, but not how. I was briefly conflicted when it happened: He should not have shut that door and locked himself in. However, if he had not, the flood would have consumed and killed everyone else. I agree with the recent interview with Damon Lindelof, that it was the end of Charlie's story. He needed to die a hero. He needed to make that sacrifice. I was sad, but I understood. I did tear up a little when baby Aaron began to cry. I always figured that human babies and animals have this very rudimentary, innate sixth sense that tells them when someone they love deeply is in serious danger. I just feel bad for Claire. She's lost the best family she's had (at least until she find out that Jack is her half brother).
And I did love that future-flash twist. Now we know that they escape, but we don't know how or when, and if they stay away or return. I believe this is what the next 48 episodes will be all about. So, good.
It is less confusing now. I will be a fan again. Good for you, producers and writers, for making my brain hurt much less.