Get Lost

Tonight is a new episode of Lost and even before I see it, I know I am going to be disappointed by what once was the greatest show on television. In fact, I might not even watch it tonight. I might watch a rerun of One Tree Hill instead. That’s how much I have begun to dislike my former favorite TV show. I’d rather watch some soapy teen drama on what used to be the WB justifying it by telling myself that I adore Sophia Bush. And I do. But I don’t adore Lost anymore. I not only don’t, I can’t. Why?

I bought the show’s first season this past weekend at Target and just finished a marathon of the show. I was unable to stop watching, which was how the show used to be. After one episode ends, you HAVE to watch the next one. You are completely obsessed about this show and must know what is going to happen next. The first season is compelling to say the least. When the show first started there were two main questions, one posed by Charlie the ex-heroin addict in the second episode. One.) “Where are we?” and two.) “Who are all of these people?” In season three, we are no where closer to solving these mysteries and instead, must deal with even more ludicrous plot lines that writers have guiltlessly handed to us as if we care or can even keep straight. In the first season, we had strange sounds coming from the jungle, a supposed monster, which turned out to be a puff of black smoke. Disappointed? You aren’t kidding. When the writers decide to finally grace us with any kind of answer, it’s usually a let down. Like the monster.

This show has become a shameless endorser for smoke and mirrors. I can’t follow it anymore nor do I care to. I want the first season back when characters had their former lives exposed, when trust, redemption and faith were heavy themes and when the Others were just faceless mysteries instead of a somewhat normal society that holds book club meetings during the day only to claim that they’re the good guys then turn around and kidnap Claire, hang Charlie and kill him, kidnap Walt, kill Scott or Steve, kidnap Jack, Kate and Sawyer, and brutally beat Sawyer. I loved it when you didn’t know who the Others were. You just heard them – sometimes in the jungle – or saw traces of them – like after Scott or Steve was killed and it was said that the reason no one saw or heard them was because they came from the water. Now that is creepy! The third season now is all about them and I don’t care. They're supposed to be giving us new mysteries, but these mysteries are only giving me headaches.

Nothing is making sense anymore and I wish the writers would just take a step back and realize that they have strayed. This is why the award nominations have stopped. This is why some crime show on CBS beat you in the ratings a couple weeks ago. This is why you are steadily losing viewers. You have lost grips on your once one of a kind, amazingly creative and thought out show. You’re being gimmicky and stupid with your mysteries. Stop. Watch the first season again and please. Please for the sake of the show and all of your once fiercely loyal viewers, go back to the way things were. If not, then be prepared for declining numbers. Of course, you might have written yourselves in corners with these storylines. For me, the show died when you opened up that hatch and anything the stranded survivors ever needed was in there. Why did you do that? Why did you do any of it?

And I'm not the only one to think this way.