‘Lost’ blogging: “The Candidate”
(previous: “The Last Recruit”)
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:
Island-Jack is dreaming about not-Island-Jack’s life? Oh, crap, I just know that someone’s gonna wake up as Bob Newhart in the last episode…
So now Jack just happens to run into Bernard, and at last, people are starting to notice that something freakin’ weird is going on. I’m not sure if that helps the situation with this show feeling like it’s gotten totally derailer, but I’m only a few minutes into this episode, so we’ll see how it goes.
Oh, and just so’s you know, Locke — just like River Tam! — can kill you with his brain…
Smoke monster attack! At last, something exciting. No, wait: the smoke monster’s gotten kinda old, too.
Not-John Locke is immune to bullets. Convenient.
Hey, gang, let’s steal a submarine! Bob knows how to drive a sub, right?
Kate gets shot, but it’s only in the shoulder. That is the survival movie-and-TV wound, so it’s all good. Oops, but there’s a bomb in her shoulder. That would have been cool, actually. Then I might have believed not-Locke is God or Satan or whatever.
And it’s still all okay because Sayid is still alive and not blown up somewhere. Also: there has to be a morning aaaafter…
Or maybe not.
(next: “Across the Sea”)