Betsy Warren and Steve Higgins both independently told me of their dimensional theories: that the Lost world we know is the world as massaged by Jacob, and that the Dimension X of Season Six isn’t a world in which Jughead goes off or some sort of wish-fulfillment universe for our merry band. Both say it’s the world in which the Locke-Dressed Monster’s view is ascendant. I dunno about you, but I find that one pretty compelling.
Lost has always addressed as one of its main themes the nature of identity. Whether in an overt way, as Sawyer’s “real” name being James Ford or Hurley’s being Hugo Reyes, or in a more subtle manner, as when Boone tells everyone he’s a lifeguard when trying to revive Rose in the pilot but later tells Jack he’s a businessman, roles and duplicates and opposites are a main function of character.
Our good pal Betsy Warren started me thinking this week by sending me this one: “Can you explain to me why, aside from causing a fracture in time… they all just didn’t die and sink the Island when the bomb went off? And why they only got blown into some trees? They sunk the Island in the alternate timeline, so why didn’t they just all blow up in the current timeline as well? I can’t get past this part.”
Spectacu-buddy EJ Feddes had an awesome observation about last week’s
“LA X” title, in that of course the space there was intentional, and
it wasn’t meant to denote the three letter call-sign for the LA
terminal, but merely to evoke it. His genius was that it was meant to
name the parallel timeline, though, where 815 landing safely was LA
X, the other Jack was “Jack X,” “Hurley X,” and so on. Too good not
to adopt.
Well, I loved the season six premiere of LOST, and we have basically what amounts to one really long day left until the show wraps up. Sixteen hours of storytelling, and that’s it. Friends of mine and readers of my various missives into the aether are well-aware of my love for this show… this THE PRISONER with hot chicks… that not only rewards multiple viewings of episodes but pretty much demands it. So I won’t be doing any summing up; no overview of my various positions and theories and whatnot; rather, I’ll just assume you’re up-to-date or can catch up because frankly we’re at the end of the ride here and if you don’t know about my fixation with the whispers and the eye color changes and all, for example, it’s too much to go into now. So let’s start: