lost on Lost…
Last night was yet another exciting and titillating episode of ABC’s lifesaving “Lost“. A show that I will admit, had “sucked me in”, but last night’s episode left a sour taste in my mouth.
I was fine with the opening drama of finding the corpses submerged, still strapped into their seats, in the bottom of the beautiful lagoon (that looked mighty similar to Fantasy Island’s lagoon). I was even more ok with the sensuality and sexiness of that guy with the amazing abs, revealing them before diving into said lagoon.
I was fine with the whole episode being about a lost, then recovered, briefcase.
I was even ok with the stupidity of the object of desire that girl with the amazing abs wearing the skimpiest thong I’ve ever seen, being a toy airplane.
They had me until the end. They brought religion into it.
Why did they have to go and ruin one of my greatest weaknesses by preaching? The closing scene found that drug-addict rock-star guy sitting on the beach praying with the heavy-set black woman (that I thought died in the opening episode) and I immediately turned the channel.
Maybe my tolerance is low for religion right now (To me, it seems that the theologians are trying to organize a coup of the United States), but I didn’t find it necessary to resuscitate this woman from the brink of death (I’m sure she was dying in episode one) only to have her impart words of religious scripture and wisdom to the sinning (but adorable ex-hobbit) ex-drug-addict-rock-star guy that’s lost his way.
I toyed with the idea of writing a letter to the network, to the producers, and to the hot sexy doctor character (more because he’s hot than about the prayer thing) but alas, my laziness got the best of me and Alias was starting in any minute.
I guess I need to add the concept of “follow-through” to my vocabulary in 2005.
eh, I’ll get around to it eventually.