OK, so I’m a few episodes into Season Two.
By the way, I’m still committed to finish this, so please no spoilers. Please.
Anyway, as most of you probably know by now, I have watched some LOST but am not yet a fan of the show. (Basically, I’m kind of like **mswas **except that I get moderated on. ) After promising a friend, and after resisting another friend’s entreaties for years, I’ve buckled down to watch the series.
Now, I’d watched most of the first season when it came out on disc. Didn’t finish the season. Got bogged down about two-thirds of the way through when it became clear that this was largely a show about assholes trying to out-asshole the other assholes; an island full of jerks who all should’ve drowned in the first place. The only character I like without reserve was Hurley. The doctor dude was just too central-casting boyscout for me to feel any connection to. I just hate the former paraplegic baldy guy; I want someone to just beat his ass till he loses that superior, knowing smile he carries around. As much as I hate him, I hate Mike, the black single dad, even more. Kate, OK, kinda cool, but again, very cliche and not very convincing as a human being.
So yeah, I pretty much had to force my way through it. What helped was the second or third time we saw Danielle Rousseau, the psycho french broad, her delivery of her lines was so exquisitely, operatically, Ed-Woodily over the top, that it suddenly occurred to me that it was possible the creators were just yanking our chain. The unrelenting hail of non-sequitur “mysteries” for no apparent reason beyond keeping the audience confused, the general misanthropy that permeates the series, suddenly I saw all of this through a campier lens than I had previously done. It plays like a parody, I thought, of serial drama programs. Possible smoking gun: the 108-minute button thingy as a metaphor for the TV program LOST and its audience.
That’s when I started to enjoy it: to just let it be silly and ridiculous for the sheer pranksty joy of being silly and ridiculous.
Plus then Season Two, the writing has improved, the characters have developed some texture, even the cinematography seems higher quality. Awesome. Now my two favorite characters are Hurley and Echo. Added bonus for Season Two: Shannon, gone. Woot. I’ll miss her brother’s eyes, but I can watch old Rob Lowe movies any time I want.
The most recent episode I watched, we finally got to see the “monster,” who apparently is an evil island relative of the chick in I Dream of Jeannie, only his smoke is black where hers was white. Oh and plus he hasn’t materialized yet; he’s all smoke and no flame so far.
So anyone who wants to comment on the show up to as far as I’ve gotten, have at it. But again, please no spoilers, not even the “pay close attention to So-and-So’s thingamajig, it’s important later.” If you don’t mind.
Also, I know lots of people love, love, love this show; anyone else have trouble getting into it, like me? Anyone watched a lot of it but still hate it? Etc.