April Is the Cruelest Month
Okay. I'm pretty close to giving up.
The Historian Emeritus proved to be remarkably prescient when, at the start of the second season of "Lost," he expressed doubts as to whether the show could maintain its peak performance. The first season was amazing, but being kind of stubborn and hopeful in these situations, I said that the second season would surely be as good, and maybe even better, since some shows really find their footing and take off in their second seasons.
But I was dead wrong.
Look, I'm all for Bernard wanting to get his interracial swerve on, but last night's episode was another pointless one-off with no connection to the rest of the season. Also, why would Eko and Charlie build a church on the beach, where storms or boars or psychically manifested polar bears could knock it down? Just have it in the hatch. There are plenty of rooms, just borrow one for an hour. No problem. Plus, watching Libby laugh at Hurley's jokes in the ending montage was a little unsettling, since she's totally scamming him for the cash. She's nuts, Hurley. Let her go. And then there's Jack and Kate getting all grindy in that booby-trap net, rubbing around in what could be one the show's thinnest metaphors yet.
Worst of all, there are only three real episodes left, and the show doesn't return till May. Be sure and check this site to see when the show is a repeat or a new episode. There's precious little time for this season to pull out the nose-dive into medicrity its been enjoying most of the year, but it night surprise me yet. Like I said, I'm hopeful.
"Passover's about the telling of a great story to people who've never heard it before. It's usually children, but Gentiles will do."
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