WOULD KIM DICKENS MAKE IT A LOVE PENTAGON? Last week and this week they really dusted off the Lost throwback jerseys, didn't they? 80% treading water at alternating ends of the pool (shallow end: mainland flashback; deep end: island present), 5% Hurley's Comedy Minute (this week: Hurley and Miles read excerpts from last week's Lost message boards); 12% solid character work toward the end of the episode; 3% oh-that's-awesome-it's-over?-damn.
And speaking of that last minute, my favorite part of The Last Waltz -- I know I've said this here before -- is the part, after the world's biggest rock stars, many at their creative and performing peaks, put on the show of their lives, when Dylan walks out and totally, completely, indisputably, owns everybody. There's a moment during "I Shall Be Released," where somebody flubs something or is off-key or maybe just distracts Dylan, and he shoots a look out of the corner of his eye, and you can sense everybody snapping to, because, man, it's Dylan (which meant something completely different in 1978 than it does now). So that was exactly what happened at the end of Lost -- someone showing up at the tail end of a well-acted episode, just to say, "hey, don't forget who's in charge here."
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