Seriously, does anyone really give a shit what happens on Lost anymore? Tonight’s episode was better than the rest of the season, but the whole thing is so nonsensical and so lacking in verisimilitude that it boggles the mind. In fact, I’m mad at myself for still watching.
There are two things it reminds me of:
1. My sister Ann used to love to write down her dreams, and then spend 10 minutes detailing every non-sequitur-filled twist and turn. It was so boring, because, as I wanted to tell her at the time, “the only people who care about your dream is you.”
2. Did you ever have a friend or acquaintance who would play that game where they would offer you something, and just as your hand would near that item (say, some candy) they would pull it away and laugh? Then they’d offer it to you again, only to take it away again? And then again? And then they get all serious, like they’ve had their fun, and they say, “sorry man, here it is,” and they offer it to you and then the TAKE IT AWAY AGAIN?
That’s what Lost is to me. Every week.
And the sad thing is that it’s so obvious that there is no THERE THERE. If they had written the story all at once, I could believe that there was some grand design to all of it. But I understand that these guys are writing it as they go. So they just keep making shit up. Adding twists and turns. Generating elaborate but ultimately irrelevant back stories on which they dwell for way too long.
Did you ever see the movie Zoolander, and at the end, Mugatu is screaming that Derek Zoolander’s ‘looks’ are all the same?
Who cares about
Derek Zoolander anyway?
The man has only one look,
for Christ’s sake!
Blue Steel, Ferrari, Le Tigre?
They’re the same face!
Doesn’t anyone notice this?
I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!
That’s how I feel about Lost.