I’m not ready to do a full, brainiac analysis of the finale of Lost, but I have to say this one thing: This show does something that I don’t recall any other piece of storytelling doing…and it was exemplified as this extraordinary finale unfolded. Seldom — to never — have I had the experience of being deeply emotionally connected with a story while I have no idea what-the-hell is going on.
Thank you, Lost. You’ve expanded the horizons.
Well…the three days of Starr Exed Luvverz have ended. Our long national nightmare is over.
It was like they wanted to fit a bunch of musical numbers into the show in the worst way. And that’s just the way they did it.
Why didn’t they just call the whole thing “WTF: The Musical!” Made no sense. Had no style. Meh voices. Meh choreography. A few nice costumes amid the miasma. And, honestly, wouldn’t we all rather see Brody have a naked breakdown in the shower than SING? (more…)
This is more clever than it has to be. And catchy as bird flu.
Hi. I’m so busy with end-of-term schoolwork that I have nothing to say. But the following image would leave me with nothing to say anyway. Blows my mahhhhhhhhnd.
