So Say We Some, Brother


Wait, do I even know Spanish? Also, very sneaky.

Humans, I’m so excited. Can you tell? I can hardly contain myself.

Lost begins it’s final season tonight! And just in time too, I was getting a little tired of writing all that steamy slash. In case you need a little refresher course, let me catch you all up real quick.

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WHAT’S IN THE HOT POCKET?!

The most intriguing aspect of this show has always been it’s very porous genre. One minute, terse psychological drama, the next straight horror, the show can’t seem to make up its mind. Or rather, it did so slowly, America, like the proverbial frog in boiling water, just didn’t notice. Carlton Cuse and Damon Lindelof have basically tricked everyone into becoming nerds.1

So, a nation of nerds waits impatiently for their mindfuck to come to a satisfying conclusion. As the show is both winding down and speeding up, I for one welcome our new smoke monster overlords.

It’s been speculated and some would say confirmed that the writers behind Lost had no fucking clue what they were doing, just blindly making shit up as they went along. When I first heard this I was a little disappointed. I presume I wasn’t alone.

Then I actually stopped and thought about it for a second. Why the fuck would I be disappointed? What is it that would lead you to feel cheated when a writer(s) doesn’t know exactly how they’re going to end their story from the start? It’s holding writers up to a ridiculous standard.

You know what other show’s creator pretty much admitted he made up a bunch of shit as he went along? Battlestar Galactica.

I think Ron Moore knew what he wanted to say about the genre, about the state of the world, and he knew the themes he wanted to explore.

‘We take as a given the idea that the traditional space opera, with its stock characters, techno-double-talk, bumpy-headed aliens, thespian histrionics and empty heroics has run its course, and a new approach is required,’ it began. ‘Call it “naturalistic science fiction.”’ There would be no time travel or parallel universes or cute robot dogs. There would not be ‘photon torpedoes’ but instead nuclear missiles, because nukes are real and thus are frightening.

Good enough, Moore, Ron2. So, of course he and his staff didn’t know exactly what would happen to every character, how could they if characters that hadn’t yet been created ended up becoming central figures to the story? Art is a process of discovery. Does every novelist knows the very last sentence before they write the first word?3 Not only would that be an absurd way for everyone to write, but serialized fiction is a completely different animal.4

Which is all just a longwinded way of saying I’m really looking forward to the last season of Lost. I heard it’s going to be just nuts.

The spin-off looks pretty good too.

  1. There’s always room for |e| more. []
  2. Sorry, Mrs. Ron. It won’t happen again. []
  3. Shuuuuut uuuup, Updike Irving. []
  4. It’d be like comparing polar bears and Kodiak bears. []