LOST

With midterms over, I hardly know what to do with myself, and this fact has led to the following realization:

Philosophy of Film has ruined internet TV for me. The last thing I want to be thinking about when I curl up in bed with my laptop to watch 'Cashmere Mafia' is what Hilary Putnam would have to say about Mia's makeout session with Zoe's manny*, but I can't seem to help it.

For the most part, it's clear that my shows are not trying to be philosophical, but watching 'Lost' last night, I realized that this is one show that not only tries to philosophize, it does nothing but philosophize. It beats you over the head with its philosophy, which goes something like this:

NOTHING makes ANY sense, and it's NEVER, EVER going to, because the WHOLE thing was POORLY thought out from the VERY beginning. NOTHING that happens is meaningful in any 'big picture' sort of way, because there IS NO big picture. There IS NO plan for what's going to happen next, and it's all a MEANINGLESS jumble of time-travel, polar bears, island-dwelling criminals, and SCARY INVISIBLE THINGS.

*man-nanny