Lost Returns: The Mystery
You think Lost might be a little plot heavy? And a wee bit character thin. You think?
Lost does have lots of characters though and they are all emoting like a herd of constipated rhinos. Watching the actors strain at their assigned roles is like watching someone groan and grunt as they try to push a pea across the room with their nose. Not much excitement, nothing you care much about, but it is diverting — and honorable of them to try so hard.
I kept thinking of the indulged producers of this show. Wealthy out of all proportion to the value of what they do. Going into high end stores and saying, “I’ll have that and that, and that over there, I want that too.” Price is no object. They are rolling in dough.
So that is how they produce shows. I’ll do this, I’ll do that, say the producers: jerk the audience around for their own amusement. The only thing the script left out was an A-bomb. Correction: they have that too. They leave the actors bereft of plot and script and language. It will all work out — the audience will find meaning in it, because people want something to entertain — so they’ll make up the connective tissue and imagine logic. Earning the audience’s emotional involvement is too much of an effort — it’s Lost.
The only bright spot is Evangeline Lilly. She is like a pool of light in a fog — the camera loves her.
How does a show like this get on the air? Lost: The Mystery.
