So some mention must be made of ‘Lost’ ending. I’m sorry to say good-bye to Ethan, to the job, to the other actors, to the show, etc., etc. But I suppose these photos can offer a final reason more eloquently — or persuasively — than I can. I took them while shooting the “Jack, meet Ethan” episode for the short-lived ‘Lost’ web series after season 4 (?)..
During the Entertainment Weekly shoot, we were asked some questions about our deaths on the show. For those who just can’t get enough during this final week, the link (thank you, Roberta) to the video is here.
The New York Times has a large piece on ‘Lost’ and the show runners here with all sorts of accompanying articles and photo galleries. The photo to the right is of Damon and Carlton and for a larger version of it, in which you can see the headshots of the actors on that R.I.P. wall, including yours truly near the bottom left, click here.
A few nights ago Entertainment Weekly threw a party for their Lost-centric issue. Whilst there I encountered the mild-mannered Damon Lindelof, Lost’s co-creator, enjoying a cocktail, a well-deserved post-series rest and not bothering anyone. [Just to clarify, this is he —> ]
Sadly for him, however, he soon found himself Ethanized. I somehow found an excuse — I swear, it seemed perfectly reasonable at the time (I think) — to inflict upon him an impassioned and (probably) dramatized introduction to John Keats‘ theory of negative capability, of which I have been immoderately fond since I was a wee college lad.
Today I emailed Damon the wikipedia link and he tweeted about it. As is customary for Damon, he was kind enough to omit all the gesticulation and listen-to-this-ness. [ And this is Keats —> ]
By the way, if you find me blogging about tweeting ever again, please Ethanize me, I beg you.
This Thursday at UCLA’s Royce Hall, ABC is hosting a Lost party/charity event, ‘Lost: The Final Celebration.’ Composer Michael Giacchino will perform some of his music, the penultimate episode will be screened (shhh), and then they’ll be a deconstruction, er, party afterwards.
My date will be my fabulous and glamorous agent Suzanne. Asking her to join me is just a small token of my gratitude, considering it is only through her ingenious efforts that I’m a part of this whole crazy Lost world to begin with. Thank you, Suz, again and again.
Info is here and tickets (if any are left) are here.
Note: The photo is, of course, from season one, right before Charlie brutally murdered the unarmed, just-stabbed-in-the-leg-offscreen-and-therefore-considerably-weakened obstetric surgeon Ethan.
But don’t weep for me, Argentina, Romania, Thailand or Zimbabwe. After I die, I’ll be back for eight more episodes. But Charlie won’t. And let that be a lesson to you young heroin addicts out there.
