Well, I had some more boring talk of the role reversals of our castaways all scoped out and ready to go, but thankfully, you were all saved from that by the dramatic close to the episode. How can I not start with a drugged-out Sayid shooting Ben in the chest, seemingly killing the youngin’? I stared at the screen in slack-jawed amazement for a good 5-6 seconds before I realized this occurred on an Island where the reality is that a paraplegic can walk again (Locke) and a terminal cancer patient becomes perfectly healthy (Rose — where are she and Bernard, by the way?).
Some random ramblings to start your week with.
- The series finale of Battlestar Galactica aired this past Friday on the Sci-Fi channel. The show’s 4-year run, while having its share of up’s and down’s, was some of the finest television I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching. I consider it second only to The Wire in my list of all-time greatest television shows (yes, better than Lost). I’m going to avoid a recap and instead urge you add the box set of season 1 (including the 4-hour mini-series kickoff) to your Netflix queue, or run over to Blockbuster and pick it up, or order the thing on Amazon.
Lacking any over-arching thematic elements I wish to discuss in great and exhaustive detail, and after a day full of exhausting meetings where I ramble on and on about important iniatives that could better the organization and being met with blank stares, I feel like writing most of this recap will need to be vis a vis auto-pilot. Apologies; I should be back to my old, rambling self next week. For now, just insert my standard ranting about the love triangle/parallelogram/octagon between Jack, Juliet, Kate and Sawyer (we may want to throw Hurley in there after his bro-mantic hug with Sawyer) here.
Song: “Release” (remixed) ~ “Master/Slave”
Artist: Pearl Jam
Album: Ten Redux
Lyrics: Eddie Vedder
Music: Pearl Jam
If you’re one of the three people in the Western New York who have not yet watched this video, enjoy.
That saves me the time I would have spent writing a sixteen-paragraph diatribe on how wacked out this move is (for better or worse), and how sick I am of hearing local radio talk show hosts and ESPN talk about this move making Buffalo “relevant” again. Who the frick cares about being “relevant?” Win some football games; that’s all the relevance I need. Being on ESPN every hour of the day does not equate to the kind of relevance anyone should want or need. Okay, I better stop now, lest I light myself on fire once again.
director: Zack Snyder
starring: Patrick Wilson, Malin Akerman, Billy Crudup, Jackie Earle Haley, Matthew Goode, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Carla Gugino
The long-awaited film adaptation of the graphic novel considered one of the seminal works of 20th century fiction has finally hit the big screen after the decade or two of countless scripts, directors, lawsuits, yelling and general chicanery that represents Hollywood’s “development hell.” Unfortunately, the finished product doesn’t quite live up to the hype or its source material; perhaps the novel’s writer, Alan Moore, was right when he said Watchmen was “unfilmable” and even went so far as to remove his name from any project that tried to make it happen. Watchmen is not without its merits, however, and kudos are deserved for those who were finally able to get this thing made. It is entertaining; and by its own merits memorable. I’m not convinced any other attempt at this adaptation could have come out much better.
I do wonder, at times, how this show will hold up in the long run. Certainly, Lost requires you to have been onboard since the very beginning. Otherwise, you’ll liable to be, well, lost. Heh. It’s been a long ride since Oceanic 815 crashed on the Island. How, then, do we judge individual episodes? Is it fair to judge each of them on their own, out of the contextual fabric of everything that’s come before and will come after?