Live 'Lost'-blogging. Part three.

Currently live-blogging the first three episodes of the new series of 'Lost'. Scroll down for earlier comments. And I'm tired, so forgive me for being excessively sarcastic.

11.50. Hmm. Episode Two is really trying my patience. The storyline concerning Sawyer and the kid's father, currently playing pooh sticks on two raffia table mats in the middle of the South Pacific, could not be lacking any more drive or tension. Even the shark is lacklustre and failing to contribute. In addition, this element of the story (wherein they take it in turns to fall into the sea, then shout each others' names) is happening in parallel with - concentrate - the storyline that happened in the first episode. So rather than just get the raft storyline quickly out of the way, we're watching it cut with the bunker story. Yes. The one we've already seen. Ridiculous. So we're now forty minutes into Episode Two and have just caught up with the end of Episiode One. Stupid.

Meanwhile, the chaps on the raft have just made the protagonist of 'Jaws' look a complete pussy. They've dispensed with the shark with a single bullet. Easy. I'm reminded of Woody Allen in Annie Hall, saying, "A relationship, I think, is like a shark. You know? It has to constantly move forward or it dies. And I think what we got on our hands is a dead shark."

A plot should be moving forward too, guys. The flashbacks of Walt and Michael (with lots of minor chords in the background) are even more predictable and flat. What I think we have here is a dead shark.

Do I really have to watch Episode Three?