‘Lost’ blogging: “Everybody Loves Hugo”
(previous: “Happily Ever After”)
There’s no way to “review” or “analyze” or even “discuss” this show on an episode-by-episode basis — it’s more like you just have to react and try to guess what the hell is going on. So I’m not even gonna try to impose any sense or reason upon it: I’m just going to react. Maybe when it’s all said and done there will be something cohesive to say. Till then…
Perhaps needless to say, Lost doesn’t make much sense while you’re watching it. My ramblings will surely make even less sense if you haven’t seen the episode… and something may get spoiled for you that you don’t want spoiled. You have been warned.
So, here are the thoughts I jotted down, pretty much in order as they occurred to me as I watched:
It’s true: everybody does love Hugo. Except that lady sitting next to Hugo. She didn’t look too happy. Oh, yeah: that was his mom.
Aww, that’s right: Libby loved Hugo.
Hey, that’s right, too: Michael’s back. Oh no, he isn’t. What? Look, I don’t mind a show that’s complicated — I love that. But Lost isn’t organically complicated. Maybe it was once, but it isn’t anymore. There’s no flow to the story, which makes it difficult to remember what has happened to all the characters without a cheat sheet. I can’t remember what was going on with Michael the last time we saw him, and I don’t want to have to go look it up in order to make the connection with why it appears he’s a ghost talking to Hurley. I had no trouble keeping up with all the different skinjobs on Battlestar Galactica, even when they all looked the same… and even when the show took long hiatuses. So how come so little about what has happened to the people in this story sticks in my head? It’s because they long ago stopped behaving like real people: they don’t have to motives or reasons for doing things now. They just need to have a writer say, “Hey, wouldn’t it be cool if So-and-So suddenly turned out to be this entirely other thing than could ever have been the case, given everything we know about them up to this point?”
And hey, let’s just blow up the plane, because Jacob-or-whatever is evil and shouldn’t leave the island. Or let’s get on the plane and leave for some other reason. I wish I could care more. I don’t even care that the chick with the dynamite blew up: I have no idea who she even is. I mean, yeah, she’s a person who has been running around on the island for a while now, but who is she? No idea.
Of course Desmond’s Mr. Cluck order was No. 42.
Richard knows what the island “really is”? Oh, do tell…
Maybe the island is a big mental asylum that Libby and Hugo are in.
So, not-Locke killed Desmond by pushing him down a well. But I’ve lost track of which Desmond that was, and I don’t even care.
Okay, now I know they Lost writers are pulling our collective leg: Willy Wonka is on the voiceover for the coming attractions. So it’s all one big joke, and they’ve stopped pretending.
(next: “The Last Recruit”)