From minute one of episode one of the first season Lost has made us ask questions. Will these people survive? How are they going to cope with the crash? What tha heck is that howling thing in the jungle? Oh my god it ate the pilot! Oh damn, they fixed the radio, they might get hopes of rescue. Crazyfrenchladysaiswhat?! Oh how well did Charlie put it? "Where are we?".
But the show made it clear for me that it's not really the mysteries that make me go to other countries and spend ridiculous amounts of money on full season box sets. It's not the anticipation of finally finding out what that black thing is that makes me shed a tear or two out of compassion for one of those fictional characters.
The mysteries are only something to go along with the real stuff of Lost and that would be the amazing way that the creators weave their way into making those greatest-television-writing-in-years type of characters. The little something something of lost is in the little things. Like J. Locke playing Risk in his spare time at work. Or J. Shepherd's first dialogue with Sarah when she was lying on the table about to be operated on "But you're invited, OK?". And it goes further! Not only are the main characters extremely appealing, but so are some of the minor characters. I kept re-watching the scene where Sayid is sitting down chained to the floor when his previous torture victim told him about some cat she found(damn fine acting by that woman, damn fine, kudos). Or, in the same episode, the fact that John doesn't take a "no" for an answer and keeps trying to beat the chess game even though he was told it was "impossible".
Throughout five season (except for a minor setback in season three), the writers of Lost failed to disappoint. The gave something to cry about and something to laugh at and also something to hold my DVDs and think of them as something precious. But now, it seems as though someone decided to give out answers to everyone who ever asked.
In the end of season one Danielle takes them to the black rock and mentions a place where one of her crew lost his arm. So now we know how that happened.
We now know what exactly was it that made the french lady go insane. But that's the thing, I don't think any of us really wanted to know any of this stuff. And the creators of Lost are so eager to paint a very clear picture of the island that they forgot all about the good stuff. It's as if I'm reading a cold, just-the-facts kind of history book. But I liked it when we didn't know so much because that's the way life is and it gave us time to concentrate on someone's black horse or another person's resurrected father or some dude's food that seems to be stalking him and talking to him through a Korean dude dressed as a chicken.
What I'm trying to say, I guess, is that the show has lost it's subtlety. Giev it back plxktnxb.
Have a cluckity cluck cluck day.
