I’m in the process of trying to catch up with past seasons and respective episodes of the award-winning television drama, “Lost,” and all I’ve got to say is, “Holy Cow!!!” This television series has to be one of the most suspenseful and entertaining series in the history of the vacuum tube. But guess what. The joke is on me. Everybody already knows this. It’s me that has been lost. Or living in a cave somewhere. Which kinda fits in with the plot of the show in the first place. Ha!
What can I say about it that hasn’t already been said. The acting is superb. The videography is sublime. The writing is tremendous. And then there’s the story line, with more twists and tangles and ironies and confluences and “Gee whiz” moments than one could ever believe.
I am currently at the end of the third season and I am no closer to understanding who these characters really are and what they are doing on the island than I was during the historic pilot to the series when the plane crashes and only a few survive. I am starting to believe that the island is a kind of “other world”…a place where spirits go after they have passed from one life to the next, but if pressed my arguments probably wouldn’t hold up for long.
So I just continue to watch, often times with my mouth wide agape. Waiting for the next “Holy Cow” moment. Waiting for more clues. Trying not to be so damned lost.
And praying that it never, ever ends.