ModFab has a nice quickie post on last night's episode of
Lost, along with cool links to the organizations unveiled therein.
So far, this season is really helping me get over my feelings of loss about
the Fishers -- something I didn't quite expect. Because while the
Lost characters are being unveiled slowly, like peeling onions, the Fishers were, well, family. But for all its large cast,
Lost is less driven by character and more driven by its increasingly convoluted plot. It's really mind-boggling to see something this non-linear on network television. There's nothing all that original here, nothing that Rod Serling couldn't have come up with in his heyday, but despite all the Night Galleries and Outer Limitses and New Twilight Zones that have come up in the years since my childhood, when all the dorky kids like me in the neighborhood would rather have detention for a week than miss
The Twilight Zone, nothing has equalled that sense of reality turned on its ear -- until now.
Remember the first time you watched as the woman shrieked "To Serve Man -- it's a cookbook!"? Or when the camera panned back and the deserted village in which that couple found themselves turned out to be a plaything for a giant child? That's the kind of chill that went down my spine last night when Locke said, "I'll take the first shift..."