I was truly bummed and saddened as I watched the last regular episode of Lost last night.I was given Season 1 by my oldest son in hopes of luring me into the madness of this confusing yet wonderful weekly story. I remember watching episode after episode and just feeling glued to my chair not wanting Season 1 to end. Hooked.
Years later I have faithfully followed every twist and turn in the Lost saga. When story lines became exciting,the text messages would fly to and from my eldest. At one point in this season I mailed him a Bible so he could research Jacob and Esau as the bad and evil on the island began to parallel the biblical representation.
I searched forums to understand episodes and read different theories presented by a host of posters. My mind was challenged, I was forced to think at a time in the evening when I am usually brain dead.There were many times when sleep did not come immediately on Tuesday nights as my mind raced with details and speculations.
The acting was superb. The Ben Linus character was pure genius. Such a sad little man who did so many evil things but yet tried to redeem himself only to turn around and kill again. Sawyer the fast talking con man who spent his life in search of the man who killed his family while he as a child hid under his bed. Kate the messed up convict who burned her family house down with her abusive father inside. Sayid the man who tortured prisoners who like Ben could not become a good person in spite of efforts. Hurley a good man with supernatural powers who was once in an insane assylum. Jack a doctor who could not find happiness and was lured back to the island to become its protector. Locke a man who lived for adventure but was killed as the spirit of the Man in Black used his body to create more evil.
There were many many other actors who became the people they portrayed. The ones mentioned above were personal favorites. As the finale approaches I say goodbye to a once in a lifetime show that provided six years of mind blowing plots, outstanding acting and sit on the edge of your seat excitement. Sawyer, Kate, Ben, Sayid, Jack and Locke, I will miss you all.I look forward to the finale as your fates await.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Lovely Bones
As I was watching the movie the Lovely Bones, I had some really bad nostalgia. The 70's was not a time of big time searches for missing children, in fact there was very little press, no DNA testing and little education on that subject.
When I was a freshman in high school a fellow classmate disappeared one winter day. I don't recall anyone at school or in my own home discussing a missing child. It just wasn't done during those years.
Months after the young girl's disappearance, I was approached at my bus stop in the early morning hours by a man in a car who asked if I needed a ride. I told him no because I didn't know who he was. Now through sheer luck or divine intervention, the man did not force me into his car, he merely drove away. When my mother learned of this incident, she drove me to the bus stop for the next week but we never discussed what may have happened. The missing girl's body was found downtown in an old movie theater. She had been raped, killed and her frozen body was stuffed amongst the building's debris. I learned about the details years later.
Sex offenders and crimes to kids were treated like dirty little secrets in that Ozzie and Harriet era. Ken our next door neighbor was a well known Peeping Tom. From time to time the families in the area would see someone looking into windows in the dead of night. No one called the police or beat the crap out of him, it was accepted that Ken liked to look into windows. He had a wife and two kids and obviously had some issues. Our good Catholic parents never warned us to stay away from him, my mother was good friends with his wife and my sister and I played with his kids.
Was it ignorance or naivety? Probably both. Now this was the era of priests molesting boys and girls, remember. The authority of a priest, nun or parents trumped a child's "foolish" ramblings about some touching,peeking or worse. The person in authority was always to be respected and believed.
The movie so beautifully written and filmed evoked fears from my own youth. It took me back to a time that once appeared so perfect but when examined alittle closer showed telltale signs of all those dirty secrets beginning to unravel.
When I was a freshman in high school a fellow classmate disappeared one winter day. I don't recall anyone at school or in my own home discussing a missing child. It just wasn't done during those years.
Months after the young girl's disappearance, I was approached at my bus stop in the early morning hours by a man in a car who asked if I needed a ride. I told him no because I didn't know who he was. Now through sheer luck or divine intervention, the man did not force me into his car, he merely drove away. When my mother learned of this incident, she drove me to the bus stop for the next week but we never discussed what may have happened. The missing girl's body was found downtown in an old movie theater. She had been raped, killed and her frozen body was stuffed amongst the building's debris. I learned about the details years later.
Sex offenders and crimes to kids were treated like dirty little secrets in that Ozzie and Harriet era. Ken our next door neighbor was a well known Peeping Tom. From time to time the families in the area would see someone looking into windows in the dead of night. No one called the police or beat the crap out of him, it was accepted that Ken liked to look into windows. He had a wife and two kids and obviously had some issues. Our good Catholic parents never warned us to stay away from him, my mother was good friends with his wife and my sister and I played with his kids.
Was it ignorance or naivety? Probably both. Now this was the era of priests molesting boys and girls, remember. The authority of a priest, nun or parents trumped a child's "foolish" ramblings about some touching,peeking or worse. The person in authority was always to be respected and believed.
The movie so beautifully written and filmed evoked fears from my own youth. It took me back to a time that once appeared so perfect but when examined alittle closer showed telltale signs of all those dirty secrets beginning to unravel.
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