‘Lost’ blogging: “The Last Recruit”
(previous: “Everybody Loves Hugo”)
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:
This was the episode that was supposed to be like a wild ride through Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. And…
Eh, not so much.
Jacob trapped everyone on the island before they even arrived. Okay, then. Why do I suspect that we’re never, ever going to learn who or what Jacob really is? He’s going to forever be mysterious Jacob who wants what he wants for reasons that don’t really matter, ’mmkay? Just trust that Jacob’s motives are really really cool and awesome, even if we never discover what they are.
Not-island Sun recognizes Locke? WTF?
“Who the hell’s Anakin?” Hoorah for a fresh pop culture ref from Sawyer… I guess he never saw the new Star Wars films even though he was able to make a Chewbacca reference early in the show. Still, it’s the most interesting thing that’s happened on Lost recently. Get on the plane and leave? Blow up the plane and save the world from Jacob? I’m sure it would all be a lot more intriguing if we knew who the hell Jacob is?
All these coincidences in the not-island, no-crash world — like how Kate keeps bumping into Sawyer — seems to be suggesting that Jacob and The Numbers have control over these people even waaay off the island. Is this supposed to be creepy? Are we meant to be ooked out by Jacob’s influence? If so, why don’t I feel it?
“This is quite a coincidence” lawyer-lady says to Claire — yeah, it sure is. How far can a pile of “quite a coincidences” be taken before it stops making sense? Before it feels just plain absurd? (PS: I think we’re already past that point, and I don’t think that calling it out in the text itself is enough to counter it.)
“It doesn’t feel right, leaving the island,” sez Jack? Oh, it’s way past time…
Still, nice yacht.
(next: “The Candidate”)