TV series are something I care little for. I haven't owned a tv for years, I know little of recent pop-cultural phenomena that began on the box, serialized each week like how they published books in the old days. I do not like the format, if I have to wade through cliffhangers I want to be able to resolve them with a click of a button, I do not wish to wait a week to see what happened, I do not wish to think about the ending in the last episode for a week because my head is already filled up and I have no reason to ponder something that was created to please, to sell. In the nineties, series went from the worst campy soaps to something more serious with atleast one veil of illusion hanging before the set and we were lead to believe there was a wizard behind the screen, there was a thought behind it all. This credibility came when series no longer lasted for thirty years, this fata morgana came when they announced how many seasons it was supposed to be from the getgo.
When the last episode of lost aired I began to watch it. brian vaughan had found his creative outlet, differing from y the last man but still exactly the same. Reading y is the same as watching lost. You know what is the buildup and you feel it as a reader as the buildup and there are knots in your stomach because you want the cliffhangers, you desire the saccharine adrenaline you feel when you sit in the couch and watch an ending and the dramatic music pierce your heart and soul and you want more and the umami you see before your eyes is like msg injected directly into your brain. You know when they are building and you know they do not care to cover it. What in other genres are seen as crude workmanship function here, something has changed in our minds and our view on everything is changed at the same time.
You could argue that lost is a visual interpretation of manichaeism, which it is and you could argue that while being a linear format, isn't linear with the mention of VALIS, where time and memories are superimposed over themselves. You could argue that it is the matrix, you could argue it in so many ways and you'd be right most of the time. I'll argue that these people have read the Invisibles and they'll be more clever than the wachowskis and they'll drape it in their wet nerdy dreams. On mainstream television, primetime we get to know what we all suspect in our stomachs and that's that ewoks suck. Which again is another parable, another image superimposed where the contemporary comes close enough to create its own religion. How many trekkies would die for what they believe in? When will klingon be taught in school? Where are our overminds, the masters of us all, where are they hiding? Are they here with us or are we alone in both time and space?
Yet we spent quite the amount of time watching hurley try to lose fat so he could score with a chick. We watched the problems of every day life except it was on an island and everyone was special and it wasn't because they were human or because we're all actually special but it's because it's on the telly and we want a drug that is called jack kate sawyer and we want to drink it on a daily basis and we try to do what they do, every weekend we travel to sydney and then to la and we're prepared, for the first time in our lives we know what we're going to and what we want to do is to go out into the jungle, kill boar, eat fruit and fish, we wanna go back to the primitive but with civilization still in our hearts we want to live there, breathe it and be terrified of it. We want to stop being numb.
We want to meet the girl, we want to meet her, we want to meet the girl that reminds us we are in hell. Because you never know you're in hell until you feel the soft cold breeze that brings clarity and revealation, when you see the true crop and feel the black iron chains on your soul that you truly know you are in hell. Alan Moore meant that jack the ripper delivered this century and if that is so he's still around somewhere, probably traveling the world like a vampire, writing postcards along the way. We are in hell, we've always been in hell but we've always done the work of heaven. We want to meet that girl.
I don't care how lost ends, ten episodes from now, it doesn't matter like it didn't matter with y. The point isn't the underlying story because it's just a rehash, a remake of something that none can fuck up, religion. The point with the story and all of lost is to show that the nerds won. The geeks in the basement won, the ones that tossed 20sided dies and spent their allowance on magic cards while watching campy scifi won. The businessmen won, selling manichaeism to the masses. I'm surprised I haven't seen Grant Morrison yet but perhaps he comes in towards the end because then they'd be untouchable, the ultimate nerdy steal/homage and manichean is someone from manchester.
fucking :mittens: for using Umami to describe a visual experience.
I was expecting so much more from Lost. I won't comment on the ending here, because it sounds like you haven't seen it yet.
We have yet to watch the last two episodes (will sometime this week) but I agree thus far... all the potential and its become a train plane wreck.
Quote from: Sepia on June 23, 2010, 06:39:21 PMWe are in hell, we've always been in hell but we've always done the work of heaven. We want to meet that girl.
You just pwnt my soul again Sepia. I'm keeping a fucking tally you know :argh!: