Lost has lost it. The show is careening toward an ending with reckless abandon. I wrote about my concerns for this last season when the show first came back after a long hiatus. Now, my fears are confirmed.
ABC has got me. The show has jumped the shark for sure, but with only eight episodes left I can’t walk away now. I tune in every Tuesday with less enthusiasm than the week before. The Richard-focused episode was fairly epic, but overall the season so far has been filled with random “weird for weird’s sake” nonsense.
My biggest problem is the alternate timeline created by last season’s finale. The castaways blew up the hatch in the 1970s, therefore their plane didn’t crash in 2004. OK, got it. Their lives should be different from the moment of the plane (non)crash onward.
Kate’s life seems to be exactly the same, but now Sawyer’s a cop instead of a conman. Jack’s father’s coffin was misplaced. And oh, yeah, he has a teenage son we never heard about before. Sun and Jin aren’t married, but they are doing the nasty. Locke is married to Peg Bundy.
Even though some of their lives are now very different than before, everyone was still on the plane, except Boone’s sister Shannon, natch. Now they’re all in Los Angeles and despite the fact that there are several million people living there, our heroes can’t turn around without bumping into one of the other would-be castaways.
This week, Sun ran into a tree and bumped her head. The result: she forgot English, of course. Seriously. I’m not making this up. Wasn’t that an episode of Gilligan’s Island? Maybe next week Hurley will eat some irradiated spinach and gain super strength.
I don’t like the show anymore, but after all this time I just can’t stop watching without seeing how (if) they wrap things up. My favorite part of every episode is the end when they count down the number of episodes left until the big finale.
