I just got done watching the pilot episode of Lost (ABC, Wednesday 8/7), where a plane crashes on an island and there’s some thing in the woods. It’s pretty good. Maybe not the sort of thing you want to watch when you’re going to travel by plane in a week, but pretty freaky.
One thing that bothered me about the show (bothered in a “made me wary” sort of way, not a “this is stupid” sort of way) is how everyone assumes that they’re going to be saved instantly. There’s this one girl who refuses to eat a candy bar (why??) because she’s going to wait until the rescue boat arrives. I think that if I had survived a fall from 40,000 feet in a plane, I wouldn’t count on anyone showing up and would start making with the survival preparations. Food rationing, shelter.
And when these “rescuers” don’t show up by morning, I’d be burying bodies, for sure. Especially after learning more of the nature of whatever-it-is that’s lurking around in the jungle. Clearly we’re venturing into sci-fi territory here, but… Freaky!
