How are you all doing? Would you like a cup of tea? Pet my cat’s little head? Here, let me get you a blanket. You look cold. Or maybe that’s just the icy stare I’m giving the next episode of Lost I have to recap. Who knows?
We’re back! It’s hard to believe that, the last time I wrote about a John Locke-specific episode, it was still relevant to actually tell people to wash their hands instead of just assuming they’d scrubbed them down to the bone already – three months in lockdown, three months of Lostdown, and I have Entirely lost (heh) my mind.
This is a Gerard Butler stan account now
Let’s talk a little about mysticism.
I’m bored of misogyny.
There’s so much that drives me nuts about this Michael Mann so-called classic.
Excuse me, Sir, spare some plot for a struggling recapper? Just a little, anything helps; I have gone so long without plot, I have almost forgotten the taste of it. Is it I, stranded on the island, torn away from the decencies of reality such as a coherent, forward-motion plot? Perhaps it was me on the island all along.
The Cutprice Guignol 