Thursday, January 28, 2010

LOST - and how easy it is to form opinions

Why is it that American films seem always to be shot in the dark. Does it never get light there? Or do they perhaps have more hours of darkness than the rest of the world? It must be a hard existence when whatever you do you have to do it in the dark. Even the places that have lighting seem to be darker than European places that have lighting, especially New York; it must be a cold, dark, depressing place. It seems that in most films they have multiple spot lights, very often in kitchens, that over here would have you reaching for the sunglasses yet there it’s all grim, brown, darkness. Maybe they bought all their light bulbs at Ikea. Once you start noticing it it starts to be a real pain (probably more so for the Americans themselves if it really is always dark). I’ve never been to the States so don’t really know but it’s a good example of how simple consistencies (because most films are mostly dark) can lead you to believe things that are probably not true.

But whatever, it’s a right pain. If the video is digital are not of the best quality or the computer or TV is a bit old you often miss the action because of the darkness.

I’ve been watching lost and full screen quality is abysmal and the miniature though OK for daylight shots is too small for night time stuff. So if any mega film director is reading this blog (dozens do) lighten up ffs!!. We don’t all have state of the art video gear. And to create suspense try something new for a change. Nobody in real life goes to investigate and intruder with the lights off.

And to the directors of lost I have a question – at what point did you run out of ideas? Third series was it? Talk about flogging a dead donkey. I’ve only been watching the last two series (fourth and fifth) because I want to know if you actually do have a story or are just going to end it on a question mark; what a cop out that would be but I’d bet my last cent that is what you are going to do; throwing vegetables and meat willy–nilly into the pot and hang the final taste. And the smoke monster, puh leese! What next, the soup dragon?!

And by the way, I’ve seen at least two episodes now where Jack Shepard has not been crying, almost crying, trying not to cry, acting disbelief or doing that cringeworthy Mel Gibson bit where the emotions play across the face with jiggling of eyebrows and creasing of forehead and watering of the eyes. For god’s sake kill him off.

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