The show that crashed into the mysterious island that is my heart.
Flashback: It’s 2004, and I’m at my parents’ house in Pennsylvania. My mom switched on some TV show I’ve never heard of. Sure, I’ll give it a shot. That lasted about 15 minutes, when a smoke monster chased the characters through the jungle. Riiiiiight. It was at that moment I vowed to never watch Lost again.
Flash forward: It’s 2010. And I’m obsessed with Lost.
It started when I moved to Buffalo a few years back, and I masochistically decided not to get cable in my apartment. So I became a familiar face at the local Blockbuster. After watching practically everything else in the store, I caved and gave Lost another chance (because doing something productive with my free time would have been unheard of). And just like that, I was hooked.
Since then, I’ve overcome my aversion to the smoke monster. I’ve accepted that polar bears can roam on a tropical island. I’ve yelled out loud, “For goodness sakes, push the button!” I’ve wondered what inexplicable force on the island prevents Hurley from losing weight. I’ve wanted to build a hatch in my backyard. I’ve coped with the writers’ strike (though I’m still not fully recovered). And I’ve laughed at my girlfriend, who pointed out a hospital would never let a patient wheel himself out of the front door – “Really? They travel through time. Sayid just rose from the dead, but that’s the most unrealistic part of the show?”
But sadly, it all comes to an end May 23. And I’m sorry, but there’s no possible way they can tie up all the loose ends by then. All I ask is they don’t do something lame. Like, Jack wakes up from a nap, and it was all a dream. And then the entire writing staff jumps out and yells “Gotcha!” Or the castaways are all arrested for breaking the Good Samaritan law, and sentenced to a year in prison.
And please, please, please don’t let there be any spin-offs. You can bet I won’t be watching “CSI: Island” or “The Dharma Initiative and Greg” or “Jack and Kate Plus The Oceanic Eight.”
OK, I probably would.
So thanks, Lost, for entertaining/confusing the crap out of me over the past couple of years. Now, what’s the deal with this Fringe show?
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