Its been 3 full days since the finale of Lost was shown. It has also been 3 full days since the finale of Celebrity Apprentice 2. I watched both, and while I would love to have those 7 and a half hours of my life back, I can conclude some observations from the comfort of my cozy couch.
For starters, Lost was a complex story of love, life, interaction, spirit, adventure....ahh who am I kidding, I have no idea what that show was about. I thought Lost was about a bunch of people stranded on a desert island. How they made 6 seasons out of that premise is beyond me, since it mirrored a little show I watched growing up called Gilligan's Island. Now on that show, the Professor could only make so many things with coconuts before you knew the show had “Jumped the Shark.” But I digress.
Speaking for the regular guy, of which I include myself in that category (despite 2 advanced degrees, a National Publication and well over 100 friends on Facebook), I would say the exact same thing after each show - What the f**k?!?!?! I had no clue what I was watching. I would even surf the net to see what others interpreted from each episode, only to realize I was better off researching how come that show Community is still on television, since neither made sense. People had crazy allegories of religion and scripture whereas I saw a fat guy on a desert island never losing weight and lots of people who probably reeked like ass from not having soap. It was a hopeless cause, but for some reason I kept watching.
Now Celebrity Apprentice on the other hand, I got that premise. I understood how that show worked, and the key takeaway messages the viewer should have gotten - Trump is God, and fake boobies imply respect.
Episode after episode, the players would go through crazy challenges with business implications. In real business, you fire those people who are both expendable and the cause of failures. In Trump's world, you fire whomever you gosh darn feel like, since its your show and you run it how you please. Who cares if you are a micromanager or a poor communicator - you're hot and you can score lots of dough for charity, so we shall keep you.
So on Sunday you had the end of what will likely be one of the more baffling shows ever made at the same time as the end of the show with some of the most baffling decisions ever made. I still don't understand what Lost was trying to tell, me, but if you mixed the two shows together, watching the fired employees get nabbed by the smoke monster - now that’s good television. Or how about sending Don Jr. to the Island to sneak up on the castaways, observe and provide valuable feedback like "Looks like they may be on the track." Hand me the Emmy now.
By the way, anyone else think you could have saved the 2 hours from the Grey's Anatomy finale if you had proper security to ensure people could not randomly walk around a hospital of their own free will like every other hospital in the world (you know those lovely sliding doors you cannot pass through)? Me too.
The doctors had Shepherd on the operating table, wearing their bacteria free masks and gloves, only to have crazy gun guy come strolling into the operating room, waving his gun and shooting another guy. According to CSI, the DNA will be flying all over the place, and would clearly jeopardize the cleanliness of the facility. But that’s OK, we can still fix Derek and sew him up. He'll be fine. By the way, the next time I see a guy pointing a gun at another guy, I'll be sure to run at the guy having the gun pointed at him to see how that works out for me.
I gotta quit watching so much TV.
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