Not Fade Away
Posted at 12:44 AM
Wednesday night at 9 is a magic hour of television again for me and my family. That time slot, once graced by Angel, the best-written drama of the 2003-2004 era, now cradles the sophomore season of Lost. Forget all the hype about the hatch. Lost really is turning out to be just the kind of character-driven, plot-twisted, weird-ass 60 minutes of glowing light to warm our household. For that hour we can forget about the war, hurricanes, our home remodel, whatever. For that hour, nobody goes to the restroom, takes the dogs out, or answers the phone. We’re in another universe. Maybe not the Buffyverse, but still worth the visit. And I’m sure we’ll return.
Oh! And did I mention that I’m blogging again?
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