So tonight, a bit in advance of what I expected, the entire world — and I mean every single one of us — saw Ethan’s return to ‘Lost.’ And no one — and I mean not a single one of us — has any idea what it means. Except for about eight crazed writers in Burbank, and they’re not talking.
I’ve combined a number of questions I’m asked about the show into this simple Q & A:
Q: Why?
A: I have no idear.
Q: But seriously, why? Why are they hurled through time, and why was there a polar bear, and why is [getting a bit breathless through hyper-ventilating] —
A: Please, take a breath. Say after me, ‘He…has…no…idea-r.”
Q: Okay, a softball: Is it a fun show to work on?
A: Sadly, yes. This episode was a blast. I hadn’t worked with Evie since Season 1 (I think!) and Emilie since Season 2 (or was it 3? Ahhhhh!), and we fell right back into catching up and joking around. The cast, crew and producers have created an obnoxiously friendly set that one never wants to leave. It’s cliched, but it’s felt like a little reunion every time I’ve returned.
Q: Is it difficult to play Ethan, given that we’ve seen several different sides to him?
A: It would be if I or the audience expected it — or him — to make a lick of sense. However, because the less-obsessed among us long ago happily moved into the back seat to enjoy the ride, I can — mostly — simply play Ethan scene to scene without worrying about justifying apparent contradictions. Now, about that ‘mostly’..
Q: Do you know whether or not —
A: I have no id– well, you know. Really. Mostly.
