The Whole Truth…or maybe an 1/8 of it…

Tonight’s new episode of Lost was nothing to write home about, but there were a few sparse tidbits worth noting.

  • Another “miracle” on the island; Sun is growing more than just vegetables in that garden of hers. How exactly did Sun get pregnant if Jin is shooting blanks? Immaculate conception? Are the Others going to try and kidnap her, à la Claire? More importantly, who brought the pregnancy test on the plane? You’d have to rule out Sun, as she thought it was impossible for her to conceive a baby. So, who’s left? Someone we haven’t met yet? Then again, maybe she’s lying. The look on her face after telling Jin doesn’t exactly seem innocent? Taking more than just English lessons, she was, hmm? (Sincerely, Yoda)

    Sun

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78th Annual Self-Congratulation Extravaganza

OscarIt’s early March, and you know what that means: time for Hollywood’s biggest night; chockful of back-slapping, glad-handing, and insincere acceptance speeches. The 78th Academy Awards took place in Hollywood Sunday night, airing to its global audience of “over 1 billion people.” I think I’d take issue with that number if I really cared, but that’s not why you stopped by. The telecast on ABC last night was among the most boring in my recent memory; thank God for DVR. Being able to fast forward through interminable speeches by secondary key grips on Bosnian films about old, bearded men is a blessing. The usual bore factor was only heightened by this year’s weak crop of films, making the telecast something less than “appointment television.” Of the five films nominated for Best Picture, I’ve seen just one of them (Munich, which was great). They all certainly look interesting, though not in the way nominees of years past have been (Saving Private Ryan, Titanic, Braveheart, The Shawshank Redemption, Pulp Fiction, L.A. Confidential, etc.)

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Questions & Answers…and more Questions

A fine episode of Lost this week, chockful of tied-up loose ends and even more questions. As this is the last new episode until March 22nd, waiting for answers to those new questions is going to take a while. On to the observations:

  • We don’t really get an answer to whether or not last episode’s hatch countdown actually caused Aaron’s sickness; particularly in light of the fact that Aaron seemed to be okay by episode’s end. So that begs the question, what is the purpose of the 4-8151623 42 serum? Desmond had obviously been using it for quite some time (which also means it’s in the current hatch if Claire ever needs it), but with what effects? Who’s actually infected here?

    Aaron's Serum

    The serum above appears to be a bit different from Desmond’s serum, showing “Rx-1GND,” whereas Desmond’s is just “Rx-1.”

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XX Giochi Olimpici Invernali di Torino 2006

TorinoSo I’ve caught a bunch of the Olympics over the last week or so, and since it’s become a decidedly passé event, if you believe the media (in)attention, I find it absolutely necessary to inform you as to why you should be watching. Despite there being many things to dislike about the Games in Torino (Turin, my ass!), there is much to enjoy about the 20th Winter Olympic Games, and I don’t just mean the “Olympic spirit.” Here are some brief thoughts and observations on each of the, ahem, sports, I’ve been watching on NBC, CBC, CNBC, MSNBC, USA, WTF, BBQ, and OMG!

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Watch like an Egyptian

That picture of the hatch counter from last week’s promo wasn’t from tonight’s episode, that’s for sure. Regardless, the counter finally did reach zero, and we got a great look at some hieroglyphs and the sounds of “something” powering up. I’m not sure why I keyed on this, but the floor of the armory Sayid was torturing Mr. Balloon in looked similar to that of an aircraft’s cargo bay (like a C-130 transport). Is the island actually a ship of some kind? A submarine? An aircraft?

The counter itself:

Counter Hieroglyphs

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Battlestar Fantastica

Another show I’ve become enamored with is the SciFi Channel’s Battlestar Galactica. At the recommendation of this dude who was raving about it, I acquired the initial mini-series and first two seasons (13 and 10 episodes, respectively) and ran through them in a few marathon viewings. The show’s got great acting (Edward James Olmos, Mary Macdonnell most notably), great writing, and great production values (especially the effects work).

Olmos Macdonnell

And no, this isn’t a continuation of the classic 1978 series starring Richard Hatch. This is a “reimagining” of the concept. And while I usually frown upon such things (see: Adam Sandler’s The Longest Yard, Steve Martin’s Pink Panther, etc.), I was never familiar with the ’78 series, so there’s nothing that could have tainted the new series for me. I can’t imagine the old series being as good as SciFi’s rendition, though. I mean, the biggest thing I’ve heard about the old show that there was a robot dog who hated Cylons… On second thought, that sounds like absolute genius.

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Scott's dead.

I don’t now what my motivation is, exactly, but I’m going to start doing recaps of the shows I watch regularly. Maybe it’s in an effort to entertain you, my loyal readers, as you go about your daily doldrums.

Lost: “The Long Con”

  • There now seem to be three factions on the island: Jack’s warriors, Locke’s thinkers, and Sawyer’s in his own corner with Charlie. There doesn’t seem to be much going on, at least on the surface, in the last few episodes, but I think the table is being set for some major events down the road, Lord-of-the-Flies-style.
  • Locke was going through a book called “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” down in the hatch (you can read the full text of the story here). A short summary of the story, courtesy of Google:

    A Civil War soldier is to be executed by hanging, but when the plank is kicked away, instead of breaking his neck, he manages to miraculously escape unscathed…or did he?

    That summary hints at the actual truth behind the story, which I won’t spoil here. Go read it at the link above; it doesn’t take long, and you’ll quickly see the parallels between it and the possible (and I stress possible) plot conceit behind Lost itself. I tend to think it’s more of a red herring by the creative staff, once again.

  • Speaking of red herrings, the mystery script Hurley was reading, entitled “Bad Twin,” is an obvious allusion to some of the theories that have been formulated on the web. The “Bad Twin” theory states that everyone in the world has an identical twin, and that the odds of meeting that twin are 4,815,162,342 to 1. Yes, you should recognize those numbers. There’s more to it, and I’m not doing real justice to the entirety of the theory, but you get the idea. Anyway, that twin is purportedly “bad” as well, a mirror opposite in personality despite appearances.

    Bad Twin

  • There’s an alternate, and much more likely, explanation for the script’s presence. Courtesy of Amazon.com:

    Bad Twin is the highly-anticipated new novel by acclaimed mystery writer Gary Troup. Bad Twin was delivered to Hyperion just days before Troup boarded Oceanic Flight 815, which was lost in flight from Sydney, Australia to Los Angeles in September 2004. He remains missing and is presumed dead.

  • I found it kind of strange that, immediately before Sun was assaulted by Charlie, Vincent appeared. Coincidence, or is Vincent somehow a harbinger of bad things? Was he there to warn her? Am I reading way too much into what is probably just an overly friendly dog? Is Walt acting through him? Questions to be answered another time.
  • The music Sayid and Hurley heard at episode’s end was clearly from a bygone era. Hurley’s “…or maybe from another time” comment is another obvious allusion to the fact that the castaways may nto be living in present day–that they were somehow transported back through time. At this point, I have to think the writers are simply messing with the audience, knowing full well how much everything is overanalyzed. Still, there have to be pieces of the larger puzzle sprinkled along the way, don’t there?
  • Lastly, another instance of intersection between the castaways’ former lives: Kate’s mother was the waitress waiting on Sawyer and Gordy in the diner.

Xtra Lame

Super Bowl XL

Well, Super Bowl XL turned out to be a real bomb. Thinking back to last night, and I’d be hard-pressed to come up with more than one or two postives about the whole broadcast. The pizza I ate was pretty good, though.

I didn’t catch too much of the pregame, but what I saw of the ceremony honoring all of the past Super Bowl MVP’s was pretty cool. Conspicuously absent were Terry Bradshaw and Joe Montana, the MVP quarterbacks of the Steelers and 49ers, respectively. I come to find out, today, that they both declined to be part of the ceremony because they wouldn’t be paid enough. Montana wanted at least $100,000. What a joke. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a bad thing about Montana, so this is stunning to me. It’s further evidence of the old adage that all athletes care about is money. It doesn’t matter who you are, or what status you hold in the sporting landscape, money is the primary motivator.

Regardless of that, the ceremony was nice. That was then followed by a Dr. Seuss introduction, featuring Harrison Ford, clearly in the middle of an acid trip. Who thinks of this stuff? How did the meeting where this was formulated go? Was everyone actually on drugs, and thought it was a good idea to have a commercial with Harrison Ford on drugs, introducing the Super Bowl? Come to think of it, maybe that guy with the goatee, wild eyes, and earring wasn’t Ford at all; maybe it was Timothy Leary.

The National Anthem was a little iffy as well. All I could think of while Aaron Neville was moaning was Horatio Sanz’ portrayal of him during Saturday Night Live, and his obsession with cocoa butter. Aretha Franklin is fat.

SeahawksSteelers

On to the game itself, then. Finally, something to cut through all the endless hype and interminable build-up and rampant commercialism (I like adjectives). And the game sucked. Both teams were basically begging for the other to go ahead and take charge, and neither did until Pittsburgh pulled out a trick play in which their quarterback-turned-wide receiver Antwaan Randle El threw a bomb to WR Hines Ward for the touchdown. It’s probably a bad sign when a wide receiver has a better night at QB than your starting QB (Ben Roethlisberger), who had a 22.9 QB rating. But despite his horrid performance, he got plenty of help from the refs and a bumbling Seahawks team (see the end of the first half for the height of time-management incompetency), and now has a Super Bowl ring.

Big Ben
Big Ben shares his underarm odor in an effort
to describe his Super Bowl performance

The other highlight of any Super Bowl broadcast is usually the commercials, though I think they’ve been pretty lame the past several years. This year was no exception. How do these ad execs have jobs? These companies spend over $2 million dollars so we can watch a bunch of idiots dressed up like lettuce and tomatoes jump on each other? Other high/lowlights:

  • The Magic Fridge: probably the best commercial of the night.
  • FedEx Caveman: another good one; violence and irrational behavior are always good for some yuks. Yuks…ha.
  • Pepsi Can: Jay Mohr as an agent for a Pepsi can: this was the worst of the night; seriously, Ad Execs, even after you guys filmed this–you watched it and thought it was worth putting on the air? “Brown and bubbly?” Really?
  • Careerbuilder.com: if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times: chimps=comedy gold.

    Chimp

  • Movie Trailers: There are usually a few good movie trailers during the Super Bowl, but not this year. The only one worth mentioning is V for Vendetta, which looks like it has the potential to be a really unique and interesting hit later this year. Other than that, nothing worth mentioning.
  • Gillette Fusion: we need FIVE blades now? I can feel my jugular quivering in fear already.
  • Pretentious Car Ads: has a $2 million Super Bowl car ad ever made someone actually want to buy a car? Nothing says “buy me” like a bunch of supermodels being lifted out of a mercury-filled vat, followed by an Escalade. Hunh? Who’s watching these that can afford a brand new Escalade anyway? The only people who can afford them are actually at the Super Bowl, so they can’t see the damn commercials!

The rest of my night was spent playing some darts and watching some TV doctors talk very seriously about a “code black” on Grey’s Anatomy. I’m still not sure what a “code black” is, but I think it had something to do with bad, melodramatic overacting, as that seemed to be prevalent in the situation.

All in all, a Super night.

Okay, that last line was really lame, but I was attempting to tie it into the whole Super Bowl theme. Wait a minute, I just called the last line “lame.” The title of this post is “Xtra LAME!” YEAH! I’M AWESOME!!

Fire + Water

Good ep of Lost this week, even if it was a little light on the mythology/story arc angle. Of course, I’m sure one can attach vast importance to Libby’s comment about the washer and dryer looking newer than everything else down in the hatch. Then there’s the religious symbolism inherent in Charlie’s dreams. However, I think the dream served to simply highlight that schizophrenic dove that came flying out of the dream, ready to attack anyone nearby. Vicious, those doves are. No new episode next week, so ABC blows.

Invasion

One other show I’ve been watching this season is Invasion, which is on immediately after Lost. It’s in the same, general “mystery/drama” genre Lost is in, so fans of Lost should enjoy if they’re not already watching. Its’ pacing is much more plodding and deliberate than Lost, but it doesn’t suffer for it. Invasion’s not in a rush to reveal everything, and it manages to be entertaining without frustration (which Lost sometimes excels at) each week. Worth a look.

Oh, and Dancing with the Stars is worth tivo’ing on Thursday nights solely for rapper extraordinaire Master P. Yes, he’s a rapper trying to dance, and he’s just as awful as you’d imagine. He’s been the worst dancer each week, but he’s managed to stay on because he gets so many votes from viewers. To put it in perspective, he got a 14/30 last week and a 8/30 this week, from the judges. The next lowest score was a 21. High comedy, my friends. I take some delight in watching him exhibit a half-ass effort each week and manage to stay while a bunch of has-been C-listers give it their all in an effort to resuscitate their fading careers…and get voted out. HA!

Dancing