OT: Battlestar Galactica Final Season

[AngleWyrm]

When Lost first came on, I watched it for maybe a season and a half. I lost interest for the same reason that my desire to watch Battlestar Galactica waned: Lack of melody.

Each episode introduced a new sine wave to the overall hum of the plot, a new instrument playing, a new ball tossed into the air. But these many braids did not weave together a beautiful and coherent tapestry; what should have become a grand orchestra became a cacephony of introductions, each coming on stage, and then fading into the din of possibilities for later.

So I listened to the flute one minute, then the violin, then the electric guitar, but as each took the stage the rest stopped playing. And the hope that they would present together a beautiful melody was lost to the ravages of time.