Well. Due to my overseas adventures last year, I missed the final season of Lost as it aired. My friends and I sat down and watched it, finishing the other night.
I wasn’t disappointed by the ending. Sure, they left some things fall by the wayside (such as why Claire could be the only one to raise Aaron, among other things), but ultimately, I was pleased with the ending. I wasn’t expecting a “Fall Out” style mayhem fest–in fact, I would have been sorely disappointed if it came to that. Fortunately, it didn’t.
I came to the end expecting nothing but to be entertained, which I was, so that’s what matters.
I’ve always watched Lost for the characters rather than the sci-fi elements. The human drama has always been the reason why I return; the sci-fi is a nice bonus. As such, the character heavy, ‘we all go off together’ thing worked for me.
I guess what it comes down to is that it isn’t the adventures that we get into, the briers we’re entangled with–its the people we meet, the friends we make, those people who have our backs regardless. It’s our support net, the people who we carry in our hearts, if not actually by our sides.
That’s ultimately what Lost came down to: a story about a group of people who formed a deep bond that ends up being the most important aspect of their lives. It doesn’t matter that Jack is a doctor or that Hurley won the lottery. What matters is the friendship that the Losties formed.
Recently, my friend C and I discovered the brilliance that is Patrick McGoohan’s The Prisoner. The TV show has been on my radar for roughly three years now (mentioned in an article about Lost and in the comic The Runaways). It was always something that I knew of, but never watched.
That changed just before Thanksgiving.
C heard me say I wanted to watch it, and low and behold, found it streaming on the AMC website.
Over the past week, we’ve managed to watch 14 episodes. I’m now completely hooked, and saddened that the end is near (only two episodes left). The world of The Village entrances me. I need to know what new diabolical plan the Number Two of the week will come up with (the characters are known primarily by numbers–our hero is Number Six).
The Prisoner is a quirky, surreal, sci-fi spy series. Number Six was a government agent prior to his resignation–and finds himself in a mysterious location known only as The Village. This seemingly serene locale provides only frustration to Number Six, who longs only to return to London and get on with his life.
I heartily recommend it to anyone who hasn’t seen it.
needs to find The Invisible Man
finished her book, has nothing to read and supposes that she could reread Master and Commander for the 12th time.
thinks she saw Neil Gaiman walking around outside of the MFA.
wonders where Kevin the Turkey has wandered off to.
is a doctor, not an astrophysicist
is thoroughly entertained by the fact that there is a Bow Street Runners computer game.
loved Star Trek and wants to see it again
feels like Phoebe on that episode of “Friends” when she gets a cold and as a result has a sexy singing voice…except no sexy singing voice here.
GAH. Why is LOST so awesome? And why do I have to wait for next season?
is on a boat.
wonders who would win: James Bond, Jason Bourne or Jack Bauer?
thinks there should be more fairy stories about the police.
lives in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine.
hurt her wrist blogging. It’s inevitable.
wonders if it is a good idea to reference Monty Python in her philosophy paper.
wishes that getting enlisted by Jack Bauer to save America from impending doom was a legitimate reason not to do homework.
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