David Gaynes is back, and making up for lost time with a combined reaction to “The Candidate” and “The Last Recruit,” which fans may remember as two hours of Machiavellian power plays culminating in the death of Sayid, Jin and Sun.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve gotten word from a few readers that they are really enjoying David’s columns. He really appreciates the feedback. David and I are now actually a couple episodes ahead of the columns in terms of viewing, which should make it easier for the columns to come out somewhat consistently as he continues working on his next feature.
Hit the jump to learn a bit more about his very personal Island experience.
Season 6, Episodes 13 and 14 – DOING TIME ON THE ISLAND
I begin with an apology: These blog postings have been anything but regular. I realize that, as with network television, regular installments are the hallmark of a good blog. I have a good excuse however, one that is even worthy of blogging about: I’ve visited the island, my friends. Yes, you heard correctly.
Last week I paddled to a desert island with my girlfriend Jodi, and by “desert island” I mean “small sandbar on the Delaware River on the border between New Jersey and Pennsylvania.” I would like to take a moment to applaud our good behavior. There were no firearms, no betrayals, and at no point did we attempt to “destroy” the island. Most importantly, it gave me a moment to reflect on Rick’s assignment, what it means to me, the show Lost and the new series, Tsol, which I realize is an entirely different thing.
As I watch these episodes, my lack of context gives me a certain objectivity about the production overall which I think is of questionable importance overall. What does it really matter that I think the writing is prosaic, the music ham-fisted and the acting shallow? But is it any more important that I bring a certain perspective about the overall ideas and themes of the work by watching it in reverse? Have I essentially drawn my own sense of meaning from what I’ve already seen: Doomed people on an island making sense of their reality in both their Lord-of-the-Flies reality as well as the islands of their former lives?
Islands make for such rich metaphors that they are constantly invoked in narrative and for all my snark, I applaud the creators of Lost for envisioning the island fantasy as something that bears a deeper connection to waking life than we might allow. This is something I’ve thought about quite a bit in the last few years, mainly a result of seeing a therapist. Sometimes I think I’m always spending time on the islands of the mind: jealousy island, fear island, loneliness island (in some ways a redundant term, although apparently not in Lost: Jack doesn’t strike me as a lonely person. Locke, perhaps…), pot island (which seems like a great place at first, but really isn’t), hope island, and many others. It may be scary to accept that the island isn’t so far away from us at any point in our lives, which is why I’m not that thrown at all by the alternate universe of Lost.
It’s been a few weeks, but I’m ready to get back to Tsol island. Rick, lets do this. In an hour. I have an appointment on The Wire island.