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Land of the ‘Lost’
Thank you for your cover story on ABC’s hit show Lost (”Almost Paradise”). After being sucked in by the marketing blitz, I skeptically tuned in and was blown away! Lost is now one of my favorite shows on TV. It is the perfect mix of humor, drama, supernatural elements, and, most of all, humanity. Each role is perfectly cast and the way each character’s motivations are revealed in flashback is ingenious. I hope the show’s positive ratings mean it will be around for a long time.
Does a great show like Lost have to be psychoanalyzed to be enjoyed (”The Guess List”)? Coming up with ridiculous analyses such as the five theories listed is an exercise in futility. Why not sit back, relax, and enjoy? This show is a fantastic blend of disaster and sci-fi with a little terror thrown in. Viewers finally have something to watch at 8 p.m. besides inane half-hour sitcoms. Please, stop with the theories, and let the rest of us just continue to be lost in Lost.
HUGO T. PEREIRA
I enjoyed your article ”Buried Treasure” and appreciated the items I was able to add to my cultural scavenger hunt. One glaring omission: Walt Disney’s Song of the South. As nostalgic as the Star Wars Holiday Special, but wrong in so many ways, this dark gem will forever remain blacklisted.
What good is a list of buried treasure without Skidoo, the 1968 film (unreleased on video) in which the characters played by Jackie Gleason, Groucho Marx, and Carol Channing trip on acid, smoke pot, and strip (for Frankie Avalon!), respectively? Throw in Mickey Rooney, Slim Pickens, dancing trash cans, and end credits that are sung, and you’ve got a cinematic atrocity of the first degree.
Thank you, Mr. Gleiberman, for acknowledging the importance of great storytelling in film and television (”A Terrible Twist Ending,” News & Notes). Whenever someone asks me why I am so passionate about TV shows (like the brilliant gem Lost) and movies (The Incredibles), I say, ”I just love a good story!” And I never want the good ones to end.
Owen Gleiberman’s lament about the state of contemporary Hollywood was laughable. He argued that storytelling is a lost art, citing reality TV as one example. While the genre is loathsome, it comprises nothing but story — which indicates where Mr. Gleiberman’s thought process went off the rails. The problem isn’t a lack of respect for storytelling. The problem is a lack of respect for audience intelligence. Hollywood panders more blatantly to the lowest common denominator of the American public each year. Because of this, even well-meaning movies like Ray and Finding Neverland operate on such obvious levels that the daring, grace, and freshness of greats like Bonnie and Clyde and The Godfather are long gone.