Rich Minx

Lost had its two-hour finale episode last night. I missed it due to the pub quiz I didn’t win but by all accounts it went out with a bang and, of course, the addition of 20 more head-scratching plot twists. I know plenty of people who have switched off the show in frustration, never to return, but I like the mystery of it all. Better than zoning out in front of American Idiot Idol, anyway.

Obviously Lost is a fantasy tale, a mish-mash of Lord of the Flies, Robinson Crusoe, Famous Five and Spring Break. There’s no shortage of spooks, polar bears in the tropics, riddles and rigmaroles. Anyone who has crashed on the island can expect to be chased by Others, or the polar bears, or have ghosts sneaking up on them at all hours. The flashbacks don’t look much fun either. Perhaps they should stop eating the plants with the funny colors.

But at the same time… it does look kind of appealing, doesn’t it? If you’re one of the smarter survivors who chooses not to get tangled up in the madcap daily adventures of Jack, Kate and Sawyer and instead gets stoned on the beach and plays some guitar, life there’s not all bad. The weather’s great, there’s a bit of camping and fishing, plenty of attractive characters to stave off boredom and no parents with rules. No 9-5 job, no bills, no debt, no material possessions to get your knickers in a twist over, no traffic… man, someone should start a Lost tour package.

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