I’d like to introduce Guest Editor, Stefan Lombard to the show. He’s pissed off and ready to make a name for himself. Stefan, you have the floor:
I readily admit it, here and now: I’m a sucker for “Lost,” ABC’s kooky sci-fi-dramadventure. My wife and I missed the first season completely, then heard how freaking rad it was. So we Netflixed that sucker. And it was freaking rad. Our Netflixing of season one overlapped season two, which meant that we Netflixed that one, too. Equally freaking rad.
Determined not to let season three slip through our fingers, we rush-jobbed it, cramming in the last disc (plus special features!) the weekend before season three premiered. The beauty of Netflix, of course, is that you can watch as much or as little of a TV show commercial free. I’ll tell you, there’s nothing quite like a quadruple dose of sci-fi-dramadventure on a cold, rainy, Saturday.
Now, watching in “real time” is a bit, well, lame. There’s no thrill, really. No, “We-can-get-through-an-entire-plot-line-tonight” excitement. Instead there are commercials. And seven whole days until the next one. And now–oh “Lost”–now there are new people.
Plenty of people survived the plane crash, of course, to allow for several storylines. Which we got, in season one. Season two introduced us to completely new people, but they were tail-section folks, and “the others,” so it was cool. A whole new twist. But to introduce two completely new characters who have apparently been there the whole time is just stupid. I don’t care about them, and frankly, now you’ve added something else to the commercials and the weeklong wait. Something else in my way.
WTF, “Lost”? WTF, ABC? You jumped the shark last night and you’d better wrap this show up by the end of season three, or you’ll really get a scathing letter from me.
- Stefan Lombard
