Midaregami

I haven’t written about it much, but shortly after we arrived in Hawai’i, Jake started showing us Lost.

Now, I’m not much of a TV person. I don’t consider this a mark of any particular moral or cultural superiority, but the fact is I don’t watch a lot of television. Particulary, network primetime offerings fail to interest me. Again, I’m not being a snob, I’m just easily bored.

But Lost… Lost is as spectacular as it is enigmatic. It’s well-written, well-shot, and generally compelling. I don’t know how else to put it. We blazed through all 24 Season 1 episodes in roughly a week and a half.

The show is shot on the north shore of O’ahu, so the cast members spend a pretty good amount of time in Honolulu. Yesterday the producers of the show put on a shindig to raise money for Red Cross; stop by the Hilton, meet the cast, get autographs, etc. So J and I traipsed over there (more accurately, she bussed and I pedaled—I’ve definitely lost whatever cycling edge I’d gained over the course of a couple of rideless weeks) to see what was going on.

The line was spectacular, but we were relatively close to the front. We both donated some and received autographed cast photos for our trouble—nearly all of the main cast was there, although regrettably we missed the actors for Locke and Kate, and our vain hope that Mira Furlan would be there proved vain indeed. Still, it’s always fun meeting famous people, and being mid-shoot as they were, everybody looked exactly like they do on the show.

Best moment: I asked Matthew Fox (“Jack”) what the kanji tattoos on his shoulder meant; he didn’t hear me, but then Jorge Garcia (“Hurley”) looked over, grinned, and said “Party of Five.” Zing!

Here are the two pictures Julia managed to take.

A bit blurry, but you can see Jin, Claire, and Shannon.

Here’s a better picture of the rest of the cast: Charlie, Sawyer, Hurley, Sun, and Jack.

I should be far more jaded and cynical about events like this, but the sad, embarrassing truth is that I had a good time. I got to exchange a few words with people who help make a show I love—it was neat. And perhaps it’s just the weight of their stardom in my media-saturated psyche, but in real life it’s that much more apparent how charismatic and, yes, beautiful these people are. Wait—what’s that sound? Oh, right. It’s the sound of my hipster cred evaporating.

Oh well.

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