I was doing some leisurely blog reading today when I come across this piece on the famous Desmond/Penny phone call in my favorite episode of LOST, The Constant.
It's weird how, after all this time, they pinpointed what exactly it was I loved so much about the show and what I haven't yet found in any other viewing experience. Here's one of my favorite bits,
The holidays serve as a yearly reminder for many to do exactly that. So we get in our cars, or hop on a plane, and return to our families. But what’s so wonderful about Lost is what’s so wonderful about many of my favorite shows: It shows the creation of a family bound not by blood but by common experience, mutual respect, and love. It’s easy to mock the amount of daddy/mommy issues on Lost, but it’s also easy to see how the show pivots away from “family” in the biological sense toward one defined in a global sense. Cheers showed the denizens of its bar bond with each other at their favorite watering hole, and Buffy The Vampire Slayer showed the Scooby Gang bonding over their favorite Hellmouth. And both are great. But Lost suggests that connections can run just as deep beyond the borders of our towns. They extend beyond our normal experiences. They reside in places that seem foreign but are actually home.
Read the rest and Happy Holidays.