Misplaced

Managing to successfully navigate my way through the first nine or ten episodes of Lost, I find myself reflecting. Having seen the first five before (twice!) mining new ground (finally!) is a bit of a relief, although not much of one, based on the utter lack of developments. As I have an (admittedly cursory) understanding of what will unfold over the next 100 episodes, I have to admit: I still don't know why this show survived more than one year on the air.

Funny story: while searching for fresh drinking water, Jack falls over a cliff, to be rescued by Locke. While Locke is saving Jack's bacon, a stream is clearly visible at the bottom of the chasm. Hmmmm...

The name CHRISTian SHEPHERD and his empty coffin (cough*tomb*cough) is not amusing. Or clever. And neither is any of the "John Locke" "Hume" "Rousseau" "Famous Philosopher" crap.

I am willing to endure onwards for some time, waiting to see what comes once they actually get around to telling their damn story. And I recognize the challenging difficulty of getting a story with so many characters off the ground, so I'm feeling very generous despite my generally negative attitude towards their stupidity. I'll take it for its' good points, and I won't forgive its' shortcomings. This show has too much hype, it's too much of a sacred cow to take seriously.