Lost is losing me. Seriously. The tiny nonsensical crumbs of information they give out week after week is wearing me down. No one ever asks direct questions on this show and certainly no one ever answers any. And after two seasons of sticking with this show despite being jerked around the entire time, I’m in no mood to hunt down theories posted on message boards and play online games to flush out what’s Really Going On. The excellent writing and characters are pretty much the reason why I’m still watching. (Granted, last night’s episode with Jack watching the Red Sox win the World Series was brilliant, but still.)
The bloom is off the rose. Lost is on my “On Notice” board. Whatever you want to call it. I’m just frustrated. This show has a very limited shelf life and with an excellent TV fall season ahead, I can easily bump Lost and catch up with it when the DVD collection comes out and enjoy my Saywer quips and Hurley non sequiturs and Jack angst and Kate hotness without worrying how to puzzle the damn thing out week by week.