Wooaah...spooky! Yes, I'm hooked and I'm desperately trying to work out WHY. The plotlines vacillate wildly between devilishly clever to soap opera-cheese. Half the cast are useless or just plain irritating: Charlie (Dominic Monaghan) still being a freakin' Hobbit; Michael, the highly strung artist who's main aim in life is to be uncivil to everyone and esp. the nutjob french woman (who's actually Croatian) who was also awful in Babylon 5: the list goes on...
But the look of it? Lost should be renamed Lush. A virtual tourist brochure for Hawaii, its colours are almost edible. Watching the second series it becomes obvious that the studio charge card has now been put under the producer's name. Never has dirt looked so clean. And the blues and greens of the sky, sea and jungle look as if they were made to test new hi res tellies. At one point I thought the leaves must have been sprayed to make them brighter. I'm sure I read that Coppola did that in Apocalypse Now...
Lost is more Apocalypse How? Its sci fi meanderings are pure open-ended post-everything babble, but somehow you keep forgetting that the story will NEVER end. Whereas Twin Peaks took true art and made it into television; Lost takes 911 paranoia and makes it into a giant tropical chatroom filled with sub-kabbalistic mutterings and pixel by pixel dissections. Gotta love that Dharma...
It's not as good as My Name Is Earl btw...
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