Lost, it bears remembering, began as a show about people. People held in solitary confinement by their demons; people deeply in need of redemption. And of each other. Last night’s series finale gave them that, finally, and it came both movingly and cleverly. It’s a tribute to the show’s creators and participants that Lost‘s story was able to end with so much emotion — on this, my hat is off. Read the rest of this entry »
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Few things in life sting more than a sour end to a long relationship, pulling inside the curtain to reveal your lover as a wizard of lies, cheating, heartbreak. I’m talking, of course, about myself and Lost. I’ll admit, I’ve changed, too. Our first time together was in December 2004, a few short months after the show’s September premiere. Over two days of sweaty marathon sessions, I watched 11 episodes and fell passionately in love. I watched them, I should note, on a DVD-R burned from ripped episodes gleaned from Bittorent. Hulu – and YouTube! – was then about as realistic a possibility as a flying car.
I was in college then, a sophomore months removed from the loss of my virginity and still yet to discover “blogging.” I was optimistic; I was listening to a lot of Wilco. In the 5-and-a-half years since, I dumped one girlfriend and moved in with a new one; watched journalism, my chosen profession, suffer one subarachnoid hemorrhage after another (get well soon, Bret); saw indie rock, my chosen musical genre, explode into something suddenly popular and exciting but increasingly unwelcoming; and after two years in the working world observing the inner corridors of entertainment news, turned what most would call cynical. (I prefer “pragmatic.”) But a lifetime of comic book reading, thank God, has let me retain some semblance of a sense of wonder, and I’m still amazed by a great album or a vividly imagined film or, to return to our subject, an endlessly intricate television show. I’m no angel, but Iet me be perfectly clear: it’s Lost that’s done me wrong. Read the rest of this entry »
This is going to be a little free-form. There might be unintentional spoilers. Indulge me, folks, this shit is bananas.
What I Think Will Happen: In 1977, Kate spills the beans to the Dharma dudes and she, Juliet and Sawyer manage to escape and venture back into the jungle to stop Eloise, Richard, Jack and Sayid from detonating the bomb. They delay them long enough for “the incident” to happen; Richard sees, or seems to see, our Oceanic pals get killed. However, (theory!) maybe The Incident affects the Island’s fragile grasp on the space-time continuum and zaps Jack and company back to the future and/or opens the opportunity for Locke/somebody to rescue them. People will probably die here, which will be a bummer because I like everybody. Way, way more after the jump… Read the rest of this entry »
I have to be up in the pre-dawn hours tomorrow for work, which means I’ll probably be watching tonight’s two-hour premiere on ABC.com tomorrow, but, uh, get excited in this thread! And no spoilers!
This show has ruined my ability to say anything other than “Oh shit” (as opposed to Gossip Girl and 90210, which have basically left me with “OMG,” with or without an “F,” depending). So, uh, oh shit. Run, Kate, run! (Thanks, Matt)
Everybody’s (OK, my) favorite zany sci-fi show will return on Jan. 21, EW.com reports. Counting the days till more Sayid!
Previously: Kicking Television: LOST
