
It's no secret that I'm a fan of
Lost. I've devoted so much of my brain capacity to it that I've lost months of memory, developed a stutter, and drool when I get to close to a running microwave. Even last night, as my girlfriend and I caught this week's episode on my DVR, I began drawing diagrams and explaining theoretical quantum physics after she asked the all-too-common, "what the hell is going on?"
And this is what makes Lost the best show on television. You never know what's going to happen. Main characters die. The universe gets twisted and rebuilt. And it's the hope of all viewers that this is leading toward some sort of ultimate resolution. And for this day in age, it's the perfect show.
Boldly featuring a horrific plane crash a mere 3 years after 9/11, Lost seemed to tweak our sensibilities. Further, it featured a former Iraqi Republican Guard as a sympathetic main character just as our country was fighting against his people. And finally, now that we've hit some of our darkest hours, and things have become so chaotic and tangled, (or the record is skipping) we're hoping our leaders are making the best decisions and cutting through the mess in order to put us back on track.
It's these reasons that make Lost one of the finest hours on television. Poignant, interesting, and it forces you to think. Now if someone can explain to me what the hell that four-toed statue is, I'd be a happy man.