As a self-admitted Lost fan facing the rapidly approaching series finale, I try to remind myself that despite all the years of obsessive speculation and moments of howler-monkeying at the television in shock/frustration/amazement, Lost is only a show, and so it is only natural for it to occasionally slip up. After all, how else do the explain the utterly delicious third season mistake that was Paulo?
Or his partner in crime, Nikki?
Her catchphrase? Also delicious. The rest? Not so much. Small wonder her character was buried alive, though it’s such a shame Rodrigo Santoro had to go with her. Double whoops on the sexy front, Lost writers!
Anywhoozle, I fully accept that no show–including Lost–will ever be perfect, and I can make peace with the occasional Lost misstep much like I eventually made peace with the public school storyarc in the third season of The O.C.; HOWEVER, that doesn’t mean I won’t call things like I see ‘em, which brings us to this: