Trumpet

I'm still persisting with Lost. Watching it recently has been like trying to untangle a ball of string or some small twisted chains. Not neccesarily mentally taxing, sometimes slightly irratating, sometimes rewarding, but with the overriding feeling that you could be doing something better with your time.

I havent been bothered to research the plot in depth (although you can online, to mind crunching detail), but with names like Farraday, John Locke, Hume etc the writers seem to be linking the characters with famous philisophical and scientific figures from history, in what I imagine they think is some kind of impressively deep, multi layered comment on science and faith. In reality previous series sometimes felt like an A-level piece of creative writing, with the writer poring over a thesaurus and encyclopedia ramming stuff in.

The ramming seems to have slowed down though recently, and there has been a gradual unravelling of some of the (semi) puzzling plotlines from the series, and while this is satisfying in a sense, it seems to be revealing more mysticism and faith than it does science, which is such a cop-out. If there is a 'some questions science just cant answer' type conclusion I will shit.

If Lost is the fancy-dan, alice band wearing, tackle avoiding, creative midfielder of the popular sci-fi drama series world, then Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles is the journey man utility midfielder, chugging along, never too ambitious, but always dependable. A bit like a Danny Murphy to Losts Luka Modric.

Sometimes it flirts with interesting ideas; humans educating artificial AI, humans feeling lust for robots, dealing with a future you know you can't avert, etc. However, just as its about to really get interesting, it pulls away to more traditional 'Terminator incessantly chasing people down corridors' scene, or a 'Two Terminators smashing each other about a bit' scene. Luckily these kind of scenes are always accompanied by the brilliant theme music from the films, which essentially sounds like a Terminator making slow, painful love to a trumpet.