When J.J. Abrams and the boys of Bad Robot unleashed the onslaught of Cloverfield fanboy marketing on us, I was one of those fans eager to drink the kool aid. I dug the mystery, the ingenuity of the presentation. And when I finally saw the film itself, I was enthralled by the experience. Watching this film in a theater full of people excited for it to succeed… there was a special sort of energy there, and it carried over to my review.
Looking back at it now, in the wake of director Matt Reeves success with Let Me In, I’m almost embarrassed by the unhinged praise I myself unleashed – the glowing positivity is almost blinding.
Showing posts with label Lost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lost. Show all posts
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Film on TV: Lost's End
You still have questions. We all do. Why couldn’t Aaron be raised by “an-other”? What makes Desmond so different from everybody else? What would have happened if Jack hadn’t re-corked the Island? Would all of humanity been “lost”? And just what the hell IS this damned Island anyway?
In “The End” we received none of those answers, and very few in general…and yet the finale felt wholly and completely final. Because more than anything else – more than the questions and the weird and the references and the hidden easter eggs suggestively placed to tingle and torment LOST diehards – the ground-breaking, soul-shaking show that was, is and always will be LOST is about the people…the characters, their humanities and their community...
In “The End” we received none of those answers, and very few in general…and yet the finale felt wholly and completely final. Because more than anything else – more than the questions and the weird and the references and the hidden easter eggs suggestively placed to tingle and torment LOST diehards – the ground-breaking, soul-shaking show that was, is and always will be LOST is about the people…the characters, their humanities and their community...
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Sunday, May 23, 2010
Lost - Our Star Wars
It's OK to cry.
Today is one of those days when it's truly legitimate to cry over a television show not only for the death of a character, nor for an incredibly sentimental piece of editing and music, but for the fact that there won't be a new episode next week, or next year. It is OK to cry. It is OK to mourn. I think I speak for a lot of men and women in their twenties (and live in the First World) that tonight is the end of perhaps the popular culture phenomenon that will define our generation.
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