What lies in the shadow of the statue? Who is the man in black? Why am I so addicted to this damn TV show?
Every Wednesday, for most Vancouverities, the water-cooler talk is pretty easy, how are the Canucks doing? most days around my office, it’s same way, but for Wednesday. On that blessed day, we gather around and attempt to decode the messages that the fifth and final season of Lost have imprinted upon our brain.
It’s not been a good year for weird TV. Most of the sci-fi shows minus Fringe are taking themselves too seriously, the eccentric comedies are slacking and the rumored pilot episodes for September sound like they came out of an Aint It Cool readers rejected script submission pile.
So with this gap, we turn to the church of Jack and Kate. Never in so many years have we been presented with a battle of good and evil or such magnitude. Philosophy, science and religion are rarely bosom buddies in reality, let alone on TV when they usually have their own cable channel. Lost continues to stimulate the portions of the brain that may have shrunk after prolonged exposure to The Real World, American Idol and Regis.
Richard Dawkins has made the case that there is no god. Lost may be the only piece of modern TV that is willing to not only make the case that there is a god, just one that happens to have a wicked sense of humour and a deep appreciation for polar bears.