Sweet, sweet Kate, Sawyer, Jack’s bitch ass, and the rest of the castaways from Oceanic flight 815 return for the 4th season of Lost on ABC at 8 pm EST.
It’s a two hour premiere that gets going with the arrival of some new faces to the island who may, or may not, be there to help…in a show with more questions than answers you really just never freakin’ know.
We do know, thanks to the work of the late Aussie rocker Chawlie, that it was not Penny’s boat with whom they’ve been communicating. So who is it and why are they effing with the Losties? Who or what the fuck was in that shack? I went back with my DVR that night like 6 times. I’ve seen the screen caps. I’ve read the thousands of message board theories. I’ve perused Lostepedia. I still have no idea, Jacob, you bastard. And that’s just the tip with the “WTF?” iceberg. It’s been so long (nearly 8 goddamn months) that I don’t even remember all of the questions I need answers to.
I didn’t get a chance to watch the warm up episode last night (I believe it was last season’s mind blowing finale with a few extra nuggets of info), I was too busy watching the Longhorns get their asses handed to them by the schwAggies. I will have to do that tonight prior to the 8 o’clock extravaganza.
If you’re not a fan, you don’t understand why we get so excited. You don’t understand what drives people to set up websites for fictional airlines (see above), a Wikipedia-like site for all things Lost (above), a site based on the code that once owned the survivors, a site for the fuselage (sponsered by JJ Abrams), a site for the tail of the plane, and any of the hundreds of sites fans have created. It’s like a cult.
It’s weird, I know, but the show draws you in. If you get it, you get it. The writers treat us like Ben treats the survivors, just enough information to keep you coming back, but not enough for you to ever figure out what the hell is happening.
Why is Claire the only one able to give birth? Is her baby some form of Jebus? Why did the fortune teller dude want her on that plane? What did he see? Who will she turn to when she needs some me-time now that her boy Chawlie swims with the fishes?
As long as we’re talking about my ladies, what about Sun and Jin. Will Jin find out Sun was getting freaky behind his back? What about her pregnancy? Who is really her baby’s daddy?
And, holy shit, what about my boy Locke? Why can he walk? How, why, and when the eff did someone (Ben, I suppose) bring his dad to the island?
Why hasn’t that whiney, creepy little bitch Richard Alpert aged a day since Ben arrived on the island?
Then we have Sawyer. Rose’s cancer. Desmond’s ability to see the future, brotha. Hurley’s secret fortune. The smoke monster that killed my boy Mr. Eko. The whispers in the jungle. The kids. The stations.
All of these questions were on the table when the writers and producers decided to throw us a curve ball in last season’s finale and, rather than the standard flash backs for information, we flashed forwarded and found out Jack and Kate eventually make if off the island…but are not together…and Kate is with some mystery man…and Jack is a raging alcoholic who flys on international flights (using his Oceanic Gold Pass) hoping to once again crash on the island. Who was it that died when Jack went to the funeral? When Jack said “let’s get my father down here” was he implying his father was alive?
Suite baby jebus, I could sit here all day and write questions…the point is the kids are back tonight and will most certainly be handing us fifty questions for every answer…but that’s what keeps it interesting…that’s what keeps up tuning in every Thursday…although it used to be Wednesday…but whatever. It’s here now. And I’m ready.
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