A plane crashes on an island. There are survivors. A trap door is found. There are other inhabitants on the island. A strange energy matrix distorts time.
No, I’m not talking about Swindon. I’m talking about Lost, the six season show that began in 2004 and ended in 2010. Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m about ten years behind everyone who got into this series when it first aired. It sort of passed me by when it was initially screened here in the UK. Several years ago when I had a subscription with Virgin Media, they began offering it on their ‘On Demand’ service and I watched the first series before an unexpected series of events led to me leaving my ex-wife and sleeping in a garage for a month.
Which didn’t have a TV.
So that brings me up to a month ago. I had a bit of spare cash and so bought the box set on a whim. The first thing that struck me, was disc two, that fell out of the box onto my foot. You may think that’s a lame joke, but I am sure Groucho Marx would have been proud of that one.
Can I just say that Lost is probably the most engrossing, interesting, moving series I have ever seen in my life? Like anything of a certain length, it falters occasionally (hell, even Lord Of The Rings does) but taken as a whole, I thought it was a fantastic piece of story telling.
And let me tell you another thing, I am a 39 year old man and bawled my eyes out during the two-part finale to the whole series. Cried like, well, like a big crying thing. What got me mostly were the ‘flash sideways’ scenes in the last series, although that’s a bit misleading. The term ‘flash sideways’ was used by the series writer’s, only it transpires it’s not really a ‘flash sideways’, it’s more like what the characters are doing in that limbo universe, which looks and feels exactly like Earth, while they wait for Jack.
It was the ‘flashback’ scene between Jack and Juliet, when Juliet hands Jack the bar of chocolate and their fingers touch, causing the flashback that told them who they *really* were and how they were connected. That’s what started my waterworks. (That’s tears, and not an uncontrollable flow of urine from my bladder due to a weakened prostrate. Which only happens now and then…)
And you know, I am one of those people that *got* the end. I am not sure why some people thought it was a bit of a let down. For me, I just got it – it hit all the right emotional notes and I loved every minute of it.
I watched it in marathon sessions too – during my two days off work each week, I was watching about 10 in a row, and during working days, about 2 or 3 in the evening.
It was a great ride…
So. What shall I watch next…