Last week, it was all about being down with The Sickness (cue: Lost theories, Richard Cheese-scoring zombies, or Disturbed-fuelled head-banging, whichever is your preference)…
And no, I’m talking about who is or isn’t “infected” on the island, I’m simply taking about me: I still find it astounding that – and don’t any doctors reading this get all uppity about “viruses constantly mutating blah-blah-blah” – in this day and age, where we can put planes in the sky, practically live online via the strange and slightly terrifying organism that is the interweb, but we still can’t really handle the common cold with much more than a shrug, is weird. So apologies during the analysis of Lighthouse if I appeared a bit spaced-out, but I was just exiting a delirious and sleep-deprived few days where: a duvet, headaches, an evil cold, and a cough much like a frostbitten badger’s were my only friends.
But the whole concept of The Sickness/The Infection on Lost is far more interesting than my week of watching old B-movies in bed, although, similarly to the all-too common cold, Dogen and his clan do seem to have quite a stressful time diagnosing The Infection and dealing with it. However, whatever “it” is, I still think it’s pretty harsh to go around branding people as a way of determining who’s got it and who hasn’t. And speaking of branding – large rousing cheers for the return of Claire… in all-new Ultimate Edition Kick-Ass Feral Littleton mode. And what a stellar mode it is. Emilie de Ravin is a fantastic actress (seen her in Brick? Such a brilliant performance and such a superb film), and it’s ace having her back on the show and bringing such an unexpectedly creepy ingredient to the final season.
What's probably most surprising is that Iain, Tom and me actually agree on this point! Yes, I know – pretty unbelievable.What’s even more unbelievable is Iain’s theory in this week’s forthcoming Theory Battle. I’m not going to spoil it for you but, let’s just say you may get a sense of deja-vu when you hear it… But, he does add a brilliant element to this segment of TLI, something which I promise you Tom and I will rise to the challenge of in the coming weeks…
Right, I’m off to work on the soundtrack to a horror comedy about a camper who dresses up as a werewolf… life is blissfully random as ever. And on that lycanthropic note, if you’re as disinterested about going to see The Wolfman as I am, check out a Canadian film called Ginger Snaps – the full moon infection in that film is bloody marvellous.
