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Grrrr

Okay. So it’s the end of the world. I mean, the end. Kaput. Good-bye folks. The world is over.
AND the heroine (who’s been the ultimate wimp so far anyway) decides, uh, I can’t do this anymore. Let me out of the car.
WHAT?
End of the world. Everyone’s going to die.
Vs.
I can’t do this anymore. I’m an idiot. This whole show is stupid.
Grrrrrrrr.
After the mess TV wonderkids made of Lost, I was so excited about the last few episodes of Surface.
Silly me. I forgot the truth about TV writers.
They forget logic. They forget motivation. And who the heck cares about character? Let’s just get to the next cliffhanger scene we’ve got planned and who cares if it makes sense?!
The only good part of this show is Miles, and he’s awesome. But everything else makes me crazy. I throw stuff at the TV, yell at the characters and interrupt my husband’s hockey game to go a little crazy.
I’m going to be so ticked if they don’t salvage the mess they’ve made.
You know if an author does this, I close the book. but then reading is a lot tougher than mindlessly watching TV. And I know I can find something good on my book shelf.
Like Jennifer Weiner’s Good in Bed. I don’t know why I kept watching instead of breaking out the book. You can bet I won’t give them another chance. They lose me next week, and I’m turning the TV off.

Lost

They’re losing me.
I loved this show. Loved it.
Great characterization, awesome suspense, sexy guys. What wasn’t to love?
So far this season, the answer is plenty. It almost seems like the writers sat down, said, “Hey, let’s throw in a hatch and see what happens.” It honestly feels like they have no idea where they’re going.
The show still has its high points. Jack married her?! What? The new girl was actually one of “them?” Duh Sawyer! Took you long enough to figure out. My teen daughter heard her explanation and said, “what is she? a fish?”
But the whole number thing is getting annoying. And the hatch is crazy. The show seems disjointed somehow.
And that makes me sad. I want to love it the way I love Desperate Housewives and Survivor. The way I might like Surface if they’ll go more with the imagination and less with the monster special effects.
I guess it’s really probably better that I might fall out of love with Lost. I need to write.