I love it that there are people out there who keep a WAAALT! count, though they’re lagging behind. Number of people so far who now refer to Michael as the “Judas Beast” = 4. Please, join the club. Man, I hate that guy. “My booooy! My boooooy!” Aw, go build a raft.
Lost-related coincidences in real life are a little freaky. Roommate bought a copy of Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men the day before we watched Every Man For Himself.
I found the Sri Lanka Video a little -annoying, actually, because it seems clumsy and lazy. Not the video itself (that too, perhaps), but the fact that it’s the “Sri Lanka” video. It sounds like they just picked this place because it’s convenient shorthand for “far away”, a nonplace, a placeholder -something which is both exotic and generic. Also, “far away” doesn’t work for us what live out here. It’s not far away, it’s right here -and I can’t picture Rachel Blake running away from the Hansos and Mittelwerks on the streets of my own home town. It’s ludicrous. Too close to the real world and the fragile suspension of disbelief shatters.
I’m not too hot on the whole let’s-pretend of The Lost Experience with all its games on the intarwebs and half-a-billion fake websites for everything from fake corporations to Enzo Valenzetti’s grandmother. This is Franken-fiction, struck alive by a post-modern lightning bolt and staggering off the table. But when it shambles down the street -your street- you can see the scars of clumsy surgery, and you know it’s just a monster.
It looks so much better on TV.