(Spoiler alert – don’t read if you didn’t watch last night’s episode of Lost but plan to)
What has happened to this once-amazing show? Last night it hit its lowest point ever. Completely amateurish in both writing and directing, and not particularly good acting either. I told my roommate that it seemed like a Looney Tunes version of the show, given how wacky and energetic the characters seemed, with them slapping each other and hoisting each other into the air. It was filled with continuity errors (when Vincent first appears holding the petrified arm, he’s got it by the hand and the rest of the arm dangles below, but in the next shot he’s holding it towards the elbow and the arm is straight and intact), poor special effects (the meteor crash looked awful), bad make-up (what was up with Cheech’s wig at the beginning?), and lame stereotypes (a disgruntled Asian reporter… never seen that before). Not to mention that the story was utterly lame, predictable, and was the worst offender in what is now quite common of not moving the story along AT ALL (unless the survivors end up driving the van off the island to freedom, which seems highly unlikely). When the van’s ignition roared to life and started playing “Shambala” – the same song playing in Hurley’s flashback, no less!!! – I almost threw the remote at my TV. But I didn’t, so that I could continue watching what are actually good shows this season: The Black Donnellys (loved the pilot, except for the narrator’s acting) and Friday Night Lights (quickly becoming my favorite show on TV).
Thursday, March 01, 2007