-William Churchill
To the writers of Lost: Just explain the Smoke Monster. Then I’ll sit through however many episodes of doey-eyed, porch-waving melodrama you want. I Promise. Until then, however, assume I don't care.
So Sawyer, like Churchill before him, likes to read a book each night, because it helps him think. Well, I hope he’s read enough in the past three years to outthink the writers of Lost, because I have a feeling they have a very unpleasant ride planned.
And I’m not talking about marital problems either, because if I have to deal with that when we have So Many Other Important Things To Worry About, then I will chuck my remote control through my television and go live in a cave.
Problem the first I name Radzinsky. After years of pondering over the man who left us a minor discoloration on the Swan ceiling, the man whom the blast door map was his “baby”, Lost fans were finally introduced to him in Namaste, only to discover that Radzinsky is a total jerk.
Also, he’s going to ‘go tell Horace’ which shouldn’t be a big deal, since our man LaFleur pretty much has the man in his pocket. But what, exactly, is he going to tell Horace? Because if he opens with how Kwon was going ballistic over a mysterious plane moments before a Hostile appeared in their perimeter, I think Team LaFleur might have a problem.
Since we know that the hatch gets built, and Radzinsky gets his pet project, I think he might have the ear of a Higher Authority.
Namely, Pierre Chang. Because Science Rules, on the Island. Or at least, it did in the 70’s. Now what consternation this must have caused Jacob who freaks out over a flashlight I can’t even begin to imagine, but despite the fact he gets dragged out of his lab from time to time to give uniforms to janitors, I suspect Pierre Chang is guiding the Dharma Initiative. Horace Goodspeed is just the plain-faced hippie pablum they use to sell their brand.
Problem the Second I name, Where the Fuck is Daniel? For that matter, where the fuck is Desmond? I can’t put my finger on it, but the absence of these two men from our storyline should be a cause for some concern. Desmond’s probably burying his wife and gunning for some revenge of his own, which will bring him back as some point in time, and Daniel…
Jack: Did you say Faraday? He’s here?
Sawyer: Not anymore.
Wtf? I guess we’ll chalk him down with Claire?
This is bad, mojo, people.
And speaking of bad mojo, Christian Shepard.
I have oft-long postulated my theory that Christian Shepard is the devil. I don’t think quite in the literal sense, but if we go back to John’s early backgammon reference, “two sides, one light, one dark”, the Christian is definitely speaking for the Dark Side.
Which brings us to Problem the Third, which I name Christian Shepard, or ‘the Future ain’t what it used to be’.
We haven’t actually seen Jacob since a brief incorporeal cameo in ‘the Man behind the Curtain’ wherein he said the very ominous words “Help Me” and, as stated earlier, freaked out over a flashlight. On every occasion since, when the Island has spoken, it has used Christian Shepard. He told John to leave the Island. He told him again.
There are two people whom he seems to desperately want off the Island: one is John and the other is Aaron. What we see then, when Sun and Lapidus arrive at the ruined docks, the deserted Barracks, is the future in which he has succeeded.
As Vozzek pointed out before me (and damn those early re-cappers, anyways) does it strike anyone else as odd that after years of inhabiting the Barracks, the Others left up the pictures and signs reading “recruitment center”? Or are we supposed to believe that they were thoughtful enough to leave things exactly as they found them when they left.
This future is different, somehow.
And hey, where are the Others, anyways?
An episode without Richard Alpert is one that leaves me cold and dead inside. Like this one did, even though I enjoyed it thoroughly.
And hey, Sun, what are you doing in the future anyway? Don’t you know that Jin’s back in 1977 watching Star Wars and wondering if he’s ever going to get to check his facebook ever again?
Maybe you should stop lying, Sun. Just stop it.
In closing, I present one last problem to our castaways who have now found themselves stranded in time, as well as space. That problem is 1978.
In Christian Shepard’s little tour, 1978 is the last year with a photo. If the future can be changed (and we have to accept at this point, that it can) then the Incident may come a lot sooner than anyone could have thought – those with the foresight to know there’s an Incident coming, anyways.
And hey, it’s little Ben!
It’s a little difficult to know just what Sayid takes away from this scene. After all. Lots of people can be called Ben, and from what we saw, no one really had time to pull Sayid aside and explain the whole time-travel shtick. But Sayid’s a sharp guy. He knows a Dharma van when he sees one. He’s probably put a thing or two together.
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