So, I've realized that I don't really use this blog very much anymore. Maybe that's because I don't have that much to say that I think anyone else will care about. However, I'm "supposed" to be a writer, and writer's write, and if anything can get me thinking about writing, it's "LOST."
If you're not a fan of LOST, that's ok. You can still appreciate this. What I want to express is what I feel when I'm watching an episode of LOST. You have probably experienced this before. You're sitting in front of the TV, and you're on the edge of the sofa, inching your face towards the TV, turning the volume up on the remote, so you can hear, word-for-word, every minute detail the people are saying. You are excited. You're watching enthralling, entincing, what's-gonna-happen-next TV.
That's how I feel when I watch LOST. For those of you for whatever reason aren't familiar with the plot of LOST, in a nutshell, it deals with a group of people who crash-landed on a mysterious island inhabited by, well, no one really knows for sure. There's a crazy French lady, a polar bear, whispering in the jungle, a giant mesquito-like cloud that envelops people and kills them, and a few secret hatches that belonged to a group of scientists who have all mysteriously disappeared. And the island also has a quasi-leader named Benjamin Linus with a Napolean-complex who is so marvelously crazy/evil/obsessed, with his giant bug-eyes, that one minute you want to wring his neck and the next you're begging him to help protect you from whatever else is lurking nearby.
I understand if you aren't one for science-fiction, or have trouble following serial-TV that requires you to tune in week after week. But you really have no excuse when a show is praised by everyone from your stoner-neighbor-dude to your mom's book club group. This show crosses all sex/age/race groups and gets people talking at the water cooler the next day.
I love LOST because when I watch it, I know that the writers and the creators are going to take me on an exciting journey, one that they've elaborately hatched for me so I can debate the many ways in which the story will end.
I love LOST because there it has a love story.
I love LOST because magical things happen on an island, kind of like "Fantasy Island," and makes you think you, too, might really enjoy life without your TiVo recorded soap operas, sport shows, and reality TV, hair products, stilleto heels, video games, and designer coffee.
I love LOST because it has reminded me to ask myself what am I doing with my life.
I love LOST because I've learned how to push someone's shoulder back into place in case they pull it out of their socket.
I love LOST because there is a strong, sexy, intelligent female character for me to admire, even if she did kill someone.
I love LOST because of Josh Holloway (even if his character did kill someone).
I love LOST because even though the season is over, I can watch the first season on DVD and remember little details I had forgotten that make me again think how genius the creators are.
I love LOST because in at least one of every four episodes, I slap my hand over my mouth as I am gaping in shock and awe in what I have just found out.
Please, please, please, if you are not watching this show, you owe it to your happiness to go out and rent or buy the first DVD and watch it. I remember thinking when I re-watched the pilot epidsodes back-to-back (it's a two-parter) that this show is like a movie. It really is, it's that good.
Lastly, I'm not so naive and gullible that I don't think the show has its downs along with its ups.
There are certain characters (Nikki and Paolo, anyone?) that should have died in that plane crash to begin with. But 90% of the characters (even the ones that, sadly, die), and maybe don't have as much an impact on the final story lines as their co-survivors, deserve the juicy episodes they get.
Besides, you could always make this show into a drinking game for every time someone is punched in the face. It happens quite a bit.
If you're not a fan of LOST, that's ok. You can still appreciate this. What I want to express is what I feel when I'm watching an episode of LOST. You have probably experienced this before. You're sitting in front of the TV, and you're on the edge of the sofa, inching your face towards the TV, turning the volume up on the remote, so you can hear, word-for-word, every minute detail the people are saying. You are excited. You're watching enthralling, entincing, what's-gonna-happen-next TV.
That's how I feel when I watch LOST. For those of you for whatever reason aren't familiar with the plot of LOST, in a nutshell, it deals with a group of people who crash-landed on a mysterious island inhabited by, well, no one really knows for sure. There's a crazy French lady, a polar bear, whispering in the jungle, a giant mesquito-like cloud that envelops people and kills them, and a few secret hatches that belonged to a group of scientists who have all mysteriously disappeared. And the island also has a quasi-leader named Benjamin Linus with a Napolean-complex who is so marvelously crazy/evil/obsessed, with his giant bug-eyes, that one minute you want to wring his neck and the next you're begging him to help protect you from whatever else is lurking nearby.
I understand if you aren't one for science-fiction, or have trouble following serial-TV that requires you to tune in week after week. But you really have no excuse when a show is praised by everyone from your stoner-neighbor-dude to your mom's book club group. This show crosses all sex/age/race groups and gets people talking at the water cooler the next day.
I love LOST because when I watch it, I know that the writers and the creators are going to take me on an exciting journey, one that they've elaborately hatched for me so I can debate the many ways in which the story will end.
I love LOST because there it has a love story.
I love LOST because magical things happen on an island, kind of like "Fantasy Island," and makes you think you, too, might really enjoy life without your TiVo recorded soap operas, sport shows, and reality TV, hair products, stilleto heels, video games, and designer coffee.
I love LOST because it has reminded me to ask myself what am I doing with my life.
I love LOST because I've learned how to push someone's shoulder back into place in case they pull it out of their socket.
I love LOST because there is a strong, sexy, intelligent female character for me to admire, even if she did kill someone.
I love LOST because of Josh Holloway (even if his character did kill someone).
I love LOST because even though the season is over, I can watch the first season on DVD and remember little details I had forgotten that make me again think how genius the creators are.
I love LOST because in at least one of every four episodes, I slap my hand over my mouth as I am gaping in shock and awe in what I have just found out.
Please, please, please, if you are not watching this show, you owe it to your happiness to go out and rent or buy the first DVD and watch it. I remember thinking when I re-watched the pilot epidsodes back-to-back (it's a two-parter) that this show is like a movie. It really is, it's that good.
Lastly, I'm not so naive and gullible that I don't think the show has its downs along with its ups.
There are certain characters (Nikki and Paolo, anyone?) that should have died in that plane crash to begin with. But 90% of the characters (even the ones that, sadly, die), and maybe don't have as much an impact on the final story lines as their co-survivors, deserve the juicy episodes they get.
Besides, you could always make this show into a drinking game for every time someone is punched in the face. It happens quite a bit.
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