Ieri negli USA è andata in onda l’ultima puntata della quarta stagione di LOST, il miglior game show nella storia della TV.
Lost is a brilliant TV show, but it’s not brilliant the way our culture usually defines that quality — it’s not “Dickensian.” It’s thought-provoking, but the themes are not always complex; with a few exceptions (for me, Locke and Ben), it has compelling characters, but they have motivations, not true inner lives. Yet if there’s one thing this excellent season has demonstrated, it’s that a TV show doesn’t have to be like a literary novel to be genuinely ambitious. Lost feels a bit like a detective story and a lot like a comic book, but even more like a video game, with some of the pleasures of sci-fi, and definite aspects of a magic show. It’s a new kind of tour de force.
E infatti a me piace proprio per questo. E’ una cosa che ti prende, che ti avvinghia e non ti molla. Almeno a me è accaduto così. Drogato da Lost. Tra l’altro piace pure ad Aldo Grasso, quindi…
