The Show That LOST Me
I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not all about making sure I see the shows and series that everyone is talking about. No matter how many people tell me I should watch Dexter or Game of Thrones, I don’t let the peer pressure get to me. They may be great shows but I was hurt… By Lost…
I let the show get close to me. Too close… I let it in, I let myself become enthralled. I had been living off Seinfeld and King of Queens re-runs for a long time and I was happy dammit!!! This new show was introduced to me by none other than JB and I gave it a real chance.
In the beginning it was a great relationship. I couldn’t get enough. I had to work the next day but it kept me up. ‘Just one more episode’ I would tell myself. 45 minutes later the menu popped up on the screen and I would tell myself the same thing. We would watch the sunrise together. The cliffhangers at the end of pretty much episode in season 1 and 2 were all I could talk about. I had found it. I had found the show that was going to bring me back into the world of new TV shows.
I can pin point the moment it happened. I can remember the feeling I had, the moment it all went south. The wheel turned and the island disappeared. It became………. Sci-Fi. No, it couldn’t be, it was dark, right? There was something sinister happening…..right?. People were bad, it’s not some super-natural thing.
Lost. It had me. It enthralled me. I was there for the taking, but no it literally and figuratively steered away from me. It had to turn into the one genre that I was not interested in. Sci-Fi really isn’t my “thing”. Star Wars has been the only exception to the rule for me. It doesn’t lean so much on the “techie” side of things and is more just a story that happens to take place in the future.
Lost had it all for me early on. Why wasn’t that strange guy on the flight list? Where did those folks on the dock come from? Where were they taking people? Where does that door in the ground lead???!!!! WHERE!?!?!?!?!?! Everything was going along swimmingly. Then the wheel turned and poof, away went the island and, with it, my interest. It was a sad moment. I felt like I had been tricked. I felt like my time had been taken away from me. This directly led to my lack of trust in TV. Just how long can a series last without turning away from what it started out as?
The most recent example of this is The Walking Dead. I still have 17 episodes left to watch on my PVR. 17!!! This was a show I had to see on a regular basis when it first started. Now I’m wondering if I’m ever going to watch another episode. Perhaps I should have given Lost a longer look, but judging by the reaction from the finale, I probably didn’t miss a whole lot. And that is the lasting impression I am left with. The impression I have when someone tells to me watch Breaking Bad.