Okay, this post is actually about a group of people.
A couple of years ago, this group of people I know got an airplane, and the airplane crashed somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.
I know… crazy, right?
Only a handful of people in the crash survived. They landed on an island that looked suspiciously like Phuket, Thailand where my husband and I honeymooned.
:: Yes, that’s how it spelled.::
:: It’s pronounced Poo-ket. ::
:: Tell me, how does it feel to be a ten year old boy living in a grown person’s body…. ::
So, these people… They couldn’t contact the outside world, so had to make the best of it.
Unfortunately for them, there was a very sinister group of people already on the island. Also, there was a smoke monster and polar bears. This made the whole surviving on the island thing not only difficult, but downright perilous.
I loved these people.
Particularly, the gorgeous Korean couple with the wife who pretended not to speak English that made me realize that I totally should have done that with Hindi when I first met my husband’s family.
At any rate, it was all very engaging.
Until.
Nothing ever happened.
No, wait, stuff was always happening, but nothing was ever happening inside the people.
They were the same people every single season. Sometimes, they were leaving the island, sometimes they were coming back, oh look, there’s a polar bear and Jack’s dead dad, someone is moving the island but, at the end of five years, I didn’t see one bit of real internal change.
Five years in, the good doctor was still trying to exert control over the utterly uncontrollable, the ex-parapalegic was still mired in a single mindedness that threatened to destroy them all, the rakish bad boy was constantly taunting us between convincing us of his reform only to disappoint us by showing his unwavering committment to his own self preservation, the Arab guy was being plucky and reliable, yet existing as a constant reminder that Middle Eastern men should seriously rethink wearing tank tops (seriously, like, EVER), Benjamin Linus still made me think of the kid with the blanket on Charlie Brown and Freckles was still as annoying as hell (Team Juliet!!).
What I’m trying to say is that LOST lost me because I’m not a person whose interest can be cultivated for a length of time by mere events. A polar bear is not going to make me keep watching. Nor is finding out that Jacob is really John or that Tito isn’t really Michael’s brother.
What?
I need to see how people evolve, how they change… and I didn’t se any of these characters changing up until the fifth season. I was just so incredibly bored at the end of season five that I just stopped watching.
Yes.
I’m telling you that I have no idea how LOST ended.
Because I let these guys drift.
You know.
That last line was particularly clever because they were on an island.
Dawg told me how it ended, but since I never saw a single episode and didn’t even care, he just told me without my prompting, it had no effect on me.
Just another show I never gave a phuk about.
@Sybil Law,
Ha!
I never watched more than a handful of episodes of Lost. I did watch the very last episode, though. Yeah. I had no idea what was going on!
Makes me feel a tad justified in my decision to never get sucked into Lost in the first place.
I gave up on this show after the 4th episode. On Lost, they were too busy running around, being dramatic with me sitting on my couch shaking my head saying things like “But FIRE, you need FIRE. And food. You need FOOD. Let’s talk about SHELTER, while we are at it”
Yes, Survivor ruined Lost for me.
Maybe you’ll be able to give it another shot sometime. They had some episodes that were meandering and pointless, but there was some damn fine storytelling for the majority of the episodes.
Ha, you fooled me! I thought this post was going to be about friendships that drift away.
I watched a couple of the first few episodes of Lost because a guy that my husband went to college with was on it. Harold someone? But then I think they killed him off, and there wasn’t enough interesting in that show to keep me watching. Plus, it just wasn’t my kind of show. I am a cop/hospital drama junkie, and then…Mad Men and Sons of Anarchy.
Should I be concerned that I initially pronounced it “Foo-ket”?