Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Lost Tribe of the Sith

Lost Tribe of the Sith: Precipice

Author: John Jackson Miller
Medium: Ebook novella
Publication Date: May 28, 2009 on StarWars.com
Timeline Placement: 5,000 BBY
Series: Lost Tribe of the Sith

Set during the Great Hyperspace War, this is the story of the Sith warship Omen and her crew, led by the intrepid Captain Yaru Korsin. The anthology edition of this series has a map of its setting, the continent of Keshtah, at the beginning. How cute, it thinks it’s a real fantasy novel!

In preparation for the invasion of the planet Kirrek, Dark Lord of the Sith Naga Sadow dispatched the Omen and her sister ship, the Harbinger, to mine Force-augmenting Lignan crystals on the planet Phaegon III. After retrieving the crystals, the twin ships were attacked by Jedi starfighters and collided with each other while escaping into hyperspace. We won’t see the Harbinger again for quite some time, but the Omen was knocked off course by the collision, and this is where our story picks up.

With its trajectory altered, the damaged Omen is yanked out of hyperspace by a gravity shadow and caught in the gravity well of an unknown planet. As it plummets to its doom, we are introduced to its crew: Captain Yaru Korsin and his half-brother, mineralogical officer Devore Korsin, both humans; Devore’s “woman,” Seelah, and their infant son, Jariad; gunnery officer Gloyd, a Houk; engineer Lohjoy, a Ho’Din (who dies immediately); navigator Boyle Marcom, another human; and quartermaster Ravilan, a Sith. Notice anything odd about these demographics?

In The Golden Age of the Sith and The Fall of the Sith Empire, every Sith we saw was actually a member of the Sith alien species. Then suddenly in this story, ostensibly in the same setting, there’s an entire warship crewed almost exclusively by humans, with a few non-Sith aliens thrown in for flavor. The text refers to Ravilan as a “Red Sith,” presumably to make it clear that he’s actually a Sith alien and not a member of another species just calling himself a Sith. The Sith Empire was isolated in an undiscovered region of space until like a week ago; where did all these other species come from?

To confuse the setting even further, all of these human Sith carry lightsabers. None of the Sith in the preceding stories used lightsabers, not even the Sith Lord bourgeoisie. They all carried enchanted Sith swords imbued with the dark side. Did someone think magic swords were too goofy for twenty-first-century readers? Yaru Korsin also mentions that the Harbinger’s captain is a fallen Jedi. When did this guy find the time to turn to the dark side, seek out the Sith before they’d even revealed themselves to the Republic, convince them to let him join them, and then get promoted to captain of a warship? The Great Hyperspace War lasted like a day if the comics’ depiction of it is anything to go by.

Anyway, the Omen crashes on this planet, coming to perch precariously at the edge of a mountaintop overlooking the ocean. The surviving crewmembers, including several Massassi, members of the Sith warrior caste, disembark and make their way down the mountain to set up a crude base camp. Something in the planet’s atmosphere is harmful to the Massassi and they all die off after a few days, while the non-Sith Sith all squabble among themselves and are more interested in casting blame than in finding a way out of their predicament.

Yaru’s brother, Devore, is a total douchehole and ends up killing Marcom, the elderly navigator, for bringing them here. I get that the Sith are supposed to be evil, power-hungry jerks and all that, but these guys are just dicks and I don’t know why their Red Sith overlords ever let them have lightsabers. Yaru Korsin is the only one interested in trying to figure out a solution, although really all he’s worried about is getting in trouble with Naga Sadow for losing the Lignan crystals.

Yaru hikes back up to the Omen alone to try to send a distress call to the Sith fleet. He finds that the ship’s communications array was destroyed in the crash and that his brother is already in the ship, sitting in the captain’s chair and getting high. Devore tries to convince Yaru that they have to stay on the planet. They’ve already been gone two days and Naga Sadow will think they stole the crystals for themselves. If they go back now, Devore thinks Sadow will blame him for what happened, because he lost his temper with the Dark Lord when Yaru was given command of the mission instead of him.

Devore attacks Yaru and they fight for a while on the precipice. Yaru finally defeats his brother and Devore begins to cry and begs for help as he starts to come down off his high. In response, Yaru vows that he will complete his mission and protect his crew and throws Devore over the side of the mountain.

Yaru returns to his people and explains that they’re going to be there a while so they need to make the planet their own, like true Sith. What he doesn’t tell them is that, as he fought his brother on top of the mountain, he spotted a winged beast carrying a rider, meaning that there is another intelligent race on this planet. Meanwhile, Seelah, knowing that Yaru has killed Devore, begins plotting her revenge.

This story is all right, I guess. The writing is okay, nothing spectacular but completely readable. I found certain descriptions very difficult to comprehend, however, such as exactly what is happening when the crew uses the Omen’s torpedo ports to slow the ship’s descent, and the position of the crashed ship relative to the continent’s geography. The descriptive language just didn’t make much sense to me, although that may have been due to how quickly I read through the story. The prose doesn’t really lend itself to lingering analysis; it’s fast and punchy and inspires a similar reading style.

Basically Gilligan’s Island in space, but with more fratricide. 2.5/5 Death Stars.

I don’t see King’s Landing anywhere on here.

Lost Tribe of the Sith: Skyborn

Author: John Jackson Miller
Medium: Ebook novella
Publication Date: July 2009 on StarWars.com
Timeline Placement: 5,000 BBY
Series: Lost Tribe of the Sith

The winged creature was an uvak (not a vacuum) and its rider was Adari Vaal, a female Keshiri. The Keshiri are the indigenous race on the continent of Keshtah on the planet Kesh. They look identical to humans except that they have purple skin. Aliens!

Adari is the widow of an uvak-rider whose surly mount, Nink, murdered him one day by flying out over the ocean and turning upside down. Adari is okay with this, however, because she never liked him anyway and she barely likes their two dim-witted children any better. She lives with her kids and her overbearing mother in her dead husband’s luxurious house; Nink stays in the backyard. Adari tries to socialize with her family as little as possible, however, and spends most of her time collecting rock samples and studying geology.

Her inquisitive, scientific nature has put her at odds with the rigid, faith-based society of her people. The Keshiri believe that Keshtah was created in ancient times from the blood of deities known as the Skyborn, and Adari has been labeled a heretic for suggesting that volcanic eruptions may be caused by something other than the Skyborn’s displeasure with their worshippers. So Purple Space Galileo is being publicly reprimanded for her heresy by the village elders on the day the Omen crashes, and the Keshiri witness its impact on a mountaintop in the distance.

Believing the Omen to be an omen of the Skyborn’s displeasure, the whole town turns up at Adari’s house that night to burn it down, but she escapes out the back door and flies away on Nink. It is illegal for a woman to ride an uvak, so she has no choice but to flee to the edge of the continent, heading towards the exploding mountain out of geologic curiosity. She arrives just in time to see Yaru Korsin throw his brother off the mountaintop. She and Nink are equally freaked out by this non-purple dude with a beam of light for a hand killing some guy next to a giant metal egg that fell from heaven, and the uvak hightails it out of there with Adari clinging to his back foot for dear life.

She steals back to the mountain later that night, however, after receiving a telepathic summons from Korsin. She tries to watch the Sith camp from a distance but they immediately sense her presence and overpower her. They telekinetically hurl her against a tree and force their language into her brain. She is unconscious for an entire day as a result of the trauma, but when she awakens, she is able to understand them.

She stays with the Sith for a few days as she recovers from her ordeal. Korsin treats her with kindness but Seelah, Devore’s widow (I guess they were married now even though in the previous story Korsin only thought of her derisively as “Devore’s woman”), acts like a psycho the whole time, yelling and glaring at her and treating her suspiciously. Dude threw the wrong person off that mountain, I’m telling you.

Korsin explains that his people are trapped on the mountain and they need her to fly them off so they can search for materials to repair their ship. Adari knows that Nink would never consent to that, though, and convinces Korsin to let her leave and bring back help. She returns a week later with several uvak-riders, who stop dead when they see 240 alien-colored strangers waiting for them with lightsabers drawn. (Seriously, everyone in the Sith Empire has a lightsaber now? The entire crew of this ship, even all the low-level schlubs? It’s like no one even read those terrible boring comics that no one should ever read.)

The Sith claim to be the Skyborn, returned from heaven to walk among their children for a while, and convince the village elders of this with a display of their Force powers. They kick the elders out of their opulent homes and move themselves in, dispatching uvak-riders to spread the word of their arrival to every village on the continent. Adari is by their side the whole time, her heresy forgotten, her name put into the history books as the Discoverer.

Unable to stop herself, Adari confesses to Korsin that she saw him kill Devore. She fears his reprisal, but he tells her that he knows she won’t tell the other Sith for the same reason he knows why she came back to the mountain after witnessing the murder. She is tired of being persecuted by society, and the Sith can make her powerful instead of a victim. Korsin sees her ambition and knows that she was glad when her husband died, because he was holding her back from becoming her true self. He promises that he will help her achieve that goal for however long the Sith remain on Kesh. The story ends with Adari musing that they may be stuck there longer than he thinks, and suddenly she is worried.

This story is actually very good. I really enjoyed reading it and there isn’t much to make fun of. I wasn’t sold on the Sith as characters in Precipice because none of them are very interesting so far, but viewing them through the eyes of an outsider who doesn’t realize what she’s getting herself into added a lot of tension and urgency to the story. Since we’ll never get to see the story of the Dark Jedi exiles tricking the Sith into worshipping them as gods, this same premise playing out on Kesh will have to do.

Adari Vaal is a great character and very entertaining to read. She is quick-witted, funny, and likable despite her complete misanthropy. She cannot stand any of her own people and is constantly mocking them, either in her internal monologue or right to their faces. The only person from her own planet for whom she evinces a modicum of respect is Nink, because he killed her stupid boring husband. She maintains her cool even when facing the prospect of everything she has being taken from her, because nothing she has really matters, not even her children. The only thing she cares about is her quest for self-realization.

Overall Skyborn is a major step up from Precipice and I’m looking forward to seeing where this series goes next. 4/5 Death Stars.

Its name is Quetzalcoatl... just call it Q, that’s all you’ll have time to say before it tears you apart!

Lost Tribe of the Sith: Paragon

Author: John Jackson Miller
Medium: Ebook novella
Publication Date: February 2010 on StarWars.com
Timeline Placement: 4,985 BBY
Series: Lost Tribe of the Sith

The Sith have been stuck on Kesh for 15 years, hatching failed escape attempts and subjugating the Keshiri. Unable to breed with their willing subjects, the human Sith have been reproducing to increase their dominance over the planet, while the Red Sith have been unable to produce any surviving offspring. Korsin and Seelah are married now and have had a daughter together. This chapter in the series is told from Seelah’s point of view.

We open with Seelah standing naked in front of a mirror after a bath, musing on how fit she still looks for a woman in her forties. Her personal assistant, a male Keshiri, awkwardly stands nearby and tries not to look at her. Apparently this is like a daily ritual of theirs. Seelah then belittles him by ignoring the clothes he has laid out for her and picking out her own outfit instead. Seems kind of skeevy, but to be fair if I ever became a licensed Star Wars author I think the first thing I would do would be to canonize my softcore erotic fanfiction, too.

There’s disappointingly little Adari Vaal in this story. She just shows up briefly to talk with Korsin and we learn that the two of them have been taking long, daily walks in the wilderness together for almost as long as the Sith have been on the planet. Despite marrying Korsin, Seelah still hates him for killing her previous husband and is plotting his murder, but she is also insanely jealous of Adari, even though she knows Korsin isn’t actually cheating on her and she wouldn’t care if he was. Women are complex like that.

Korsin sends Ravilan, the spokesperson for the dwindling faction of non-human Sith, to some other Keshiri village in the south to investigate some fluorescent algae. Shortly after his arrival, the town’s entire Keshiri population drops dead from some unknown plague. At Ravilan’s urging, Korsin determines that the Sith will cut off all contact from the Keshiri in order to protect themselves from infection. All of the Sith are recalled to the Omen’s mountain crash site, but before they have all returned, several more villages on the Ragnos Lakes are wiped out as well.

Seelah draws Korsin’s attention to the fact that everywhere the plague has struck was a location being visited by Red Sith. Korsin deduces that Ravilan and his ilk must be spreading the plague on purpose in order to force the Sith to redouble their efforts to escape from the planet, where the Red Sith have proven unable to reproduce. With a heavy heart, Korsin orders the holocaust of every non-human Sith on Keshtah, excluding his friend Gloyd the Houk because he is a Muggle.

Ravilan is captured and Seelah has him tortured while his people are being murdered and having their severed heads mounted on pikes. In his despair, Ravilan confesses that he poisoned the water supply of the first infected village to try to make Korsin care more about getting off the planet, but he has no idea how it spread to the other outbreak sites. Seelah reveals that she was responsible for this, having caught on to what Ravilan was doing and sacrificing millions of innocent Keshiri to turn Korsin against the Red Sith.

Seeing how badly he’s been played, Ravilan realizes that Seelah, as the Sith’s chief medical administrator, also must have been responsible for ensuring none of the Red Sith’s children lived past infancy. He curses her for her treachery and is hacked to death with a vibroblade and lightsaber by Jariad Korsin, Seelah’s teenaged son from her first marrage. Jariad is unsatisfied with this grisly murder, lamenting that it wasn’t his stupid stepfather, who just doesn’t understand him. Seelah assures him that it will be soon enough.

Also now Adari Vaal feels bad about saving the Sith because of how they’ve subjugated the Keshiri and she has become the leader of an underground resistance movement plotting to overthrow them.

I don’t really know what the title of this story refers to, because I feel like everyone in it definitely racks up more Renegade points than Paragon, but this story is up there with the scant few good ones we’ve read so far. Almost as good as Skyborn, it succeeds in making Seelah, my most hated character from the previous two stories, actually interesting to read about, and not just because of the scene where she studies her naked body in the mirror for an awkwardly long time.

The best parts of Paragon didn’t even come up in the above summary. Each chapter begins with a brief flashback to Seelah’s early life as a slave in the Sith Empire. It turns out that she was the personal foot-care servant of our old friend Ludo Kressh. This particular passage may be the best in the entire canon so far:

“Do you know why I do this?” Kressh had asked one night. His drunken rage had touched the entire household, Seelah included. “I have seen the holocrons—I know what waits beyond. My son looks like me—and so does the future of the Sith.

“But only as long as we’re here. Out there,” he’d spat, between bloody punches, “out there, the future looks like you.”

Just before this, Seelah reflects on how Kressh spent all his free time trying to develop a magical device to protect his young son from harm. In a few short lines, John Jackson Miller takes one of the flattest, least memorable characters we’ve met so far and completely reinvents our whole perspective on him. Everything Ludo Kressh did in The Golden Age of the Sith and The Fall of the Sith Empire, he did out of love for his son. I mean sure, he was still an evil, murderous, power-hungry dick, but that was all he was when KJA wrote him. He gets more development in two lines of Paragon, long after his death, than he did in two entire story arcs of Tales of the Jedi.

At the same time, Miller also develops Seelah’s character and explains her deep-seated racism against the Sith species. She suffered for years in servitude to Kressh, and eventually saw her entire family executed on his orders because she couldn’t cure his twisted ankle. She ran away and defected to Naga Sadow’s fiefdom, where she met and married Devore Korsin. Sadow was apparently a huge equal rights advocate and believed that anyone could rise in prestige among the Sith regardless of their birthright. Bizarrely, this egalitarianism does have its roots in his original characterization, as a one-off line in a narrative textbox established that he was beloved by the Sith foot soldiers because he treated them with more respect than the other Sith Lords did.

Paragon also finally explains where all these non-Sith Sith came from in the first place. The worlds of the Sith Empire were secluded within the Stygian Caldera, a massive nebula that impeded hyperspace navigation. Ships that ventured in from the outside were rarely able to find their way back out and their crews ended up enslaved by the Sith. Apparently this happened so frequently that a significant chunk of the Sith Empire wasn’t even Sith. I’m not sure when or why this retcon came about because it doesn’t remotely match the empire’s visual depiction in Golden Age and Fall, but the Sith in the prequels were humans with red lightsabers so I guess they had to be that way in the EU too.

This story needed more Adari Vaal child neglect, but it made up for it with classic literary themes of eugenics, racial cleansing, and post-birth abortion. 4/5 Death Stars.

If there’s a place you got to go, I’m the one you need to know! 

Lost Tribe of the Sith: Savior

Author: John Jackson Miller
Medium: Ebook novella
Publication Date: April 2010 on StarWars.com
Timeline Placement: 4,975 BBY
Series: Lost Tribe of the Sith

Ten years later, the Sith have gotten used to the idea that the Omen is unsalvageable and they’re stuck on Kesh for the foreseeable future. The Sith have settled among the Keshiri permanently and used the memory of the plague from ten years earlier to quell unrest among the unfaithful. On the twenty-fifth anniversary of the Omen’s arrival, Yaru Korsin throws a huge party and announces to the Keshiri that his people will be staying forever! Hooray!

Meanwhile, two separate women are plotting his downfall. (Man, how many of my relationships have ended up that way?) Korsin’s wife, Seelah, still hates him for murdering his brother and her first husband, and has spent decades preparing her son, Jariad, to destroy him and take his place as Grand Lord of Kesh. We’re also helpfully told by Korsin’s inner monologue that, despite being in her fifties, Seelah doesn’t look a day over 35. Aaargh the author just wants to fuck her so bad.

Spinning her own independent conspiracy is Adari Vaal, who, while uncomfortable about how Korsin lusts after her purple flesh, doesn’t really bear a grudge against him personally but against the Sith as a whole. We find out that the reason she ultimately turned against the Sith was because, twelve years earlier (so two years before her resistance movement was revealed in Paragon), the elder of her two sons was killed in an accident while working on a Sith labor crew. She brought his broken body before Korsin immediately, and even though she knew that the Sith weren’t really gods, she still almost believed that Korsin would be able to bring her son back to life. But of course he couldn’t, and Adari can’t forgive him for that.

My favorite moment in this story comes here, at the final meeting between Korsin and Adari. He wants to bang her but knows he never will, and she has secretly soured on their friendship despite the affection he still has for her.

Adari turned back to Korsin. “I’m sorry, but I have business in town.”

“Will I see you again?”

“What, today?”

“No, I meant, ever?” Korsin laughed again. She’s uneasy, he thought. He wondered why. “Of course, today. We’re in the same city now, aren’t we?”

Adari rolled her eyes at the colossal building behind them. “That’s a lot of effort just to have me around more.” She managed a smile.

It’s a nicely bittersweet, human moment in a franchise that rarely seems concerned with saying anything about humanity.

The day after the celebration, Korsin and his friend Gloyd go up to the mountain crash site with Seelah to oversee the transfer of the last of her medical equipment to the village. While all the head Sith are isolated at the Omen, Seelah and Adari both decide to spring their traps. Jariad Korsin is the leader of the Sabers, his stepfather/uncle’s personal bodyguards, and all of them are on his mother’s payroll. They surround Korsin, Gloyd, and their other bodyguards when they arrive. Jariad moves in to gloat while Seelah shrieks about her revenge in the background, but Korsin and Gloyd just dis him and joke about the idea of him ever leading the Sith.

Conveniently for Korsin, this is the exact moment that Adari puts her plan into motion. She has spent years maneuvering trustworthy Keshiri rebels into key positions, and at long last they are ready to act. Adari and her agents will steal all the uvak on Keshtah, relying on the species’ flocking instincts to draw them to follow the dominant males the Keshiri will be riding. Adari will then ride her dead husband’s uvak, Nink, into the thermal updraft above Keshtah’s largest volcano, which will blast them and all the hundreds of thousands of uvak following them way out over the ocean where they will never be able to find land again and eventually fall into the sea from exhaustion. With the uvak extinct, the Sith spread across Keshtah will be cut off from one another and unable to maintain control over their dominion.

As Jariad’s Sabers close in on Korsin and Gloyd, they are distracted by the sudden flight of stolen uvaks overhead. Korsin and Gloyd cut their way through the Sabers and escape, although without the uvaks they are trapped on the mountain. Eventually they are separated and Jariad forces Korsin to the edge of the precipice, the same place where Korsin killed his father. Seelah watches gleefully from the Sith’s observation post but her glee is interrupted when Gloyd, cornered in the next room, blows himself up, killing all the Sabers and collapsing the roof on her.

Korsin has been grievously injured and Jariad is about to finish him off when the one variable Seelah’s master plan didn’t account for shows up to save the day: Korsin and Seelah’s daughter, Nida, leading a flight of uvak-mounted Sith. It turns out that Adari’s remaining son, Tona, was in on his mother’s scheme, but he also had a thing for Korsin’s daughter. He spilled his guts to her about the Keshiri’s plan to steal the uvaks, and as soon as Nida had foiled it in the capital city, she went to save her father.

Seelah had tried to delegitimize Nida’s claim to the Sith throne by having her shipped around to different Keshiri towns throughout her childhood, ostensibly to show goodwill to the locals but really to prevent her from being trained as a Sith, while Jariad was molded into his stepfather’s heir. But Korsin had faked the deaths of several of his most loyal followers and entrusted them with his daughter’s tutelage, keeping her true abilities a secret from his murderous wife and holding her in reserve as his trump card.

Adari, meanwhile, realizes that the rest of the uvak aren’t coming and her plan has been effectively ruined. One of her agents arrives to confirm her fears and reveals her son’s role in their betrayal. Adari laments her poor dumb son’s stupidity and likely cruel fate, but, knowing she is out of options, she and Nink lead the uvak into the updraft anyway. They are blasted out over the sea and fall to their deaths one by one. Adari passes out and awakens to find that Nink has led the remaining uvaks and their riders to an inhospitable little piece of land with no vegetation in the middle of the ocean. Now stranded there, they have no choice but to attempt to settle it.

Back on the mountaintop, Seelah awakens in her own medical ward to find herself a paraplegic, having lost the use of her legs in Gloyd’s explosion. After taking such care to preserve her beauty, she has been scarred and marked by the falling debris, which is not an example of irony. Her daughter comes to her and explains that Korsin died of his wounds while attempting to telekinetically throw Jariad off the side of the mountain. After he failed, she did the job for him. Nida is now the Grand Lord of the Sith and ruler of Keshtah.

In accordance with her father’s wishes, the Sith will forever withdraw from the mountaintop, but Seelah will be left behind. Uvaks will fly overhead every so often to drop supplies, but the path down the mountain and up to the Omen will be blocked, leaving Seelah imprisoned in the Sith temple until the day she dies. Seelah pleads with Nida, reminding her that she is her daughter. Nida consoles her with the knowledge that she turned out to be the mother of the new Grand Lord after all, just not the one she wanted. Then she leaves.

These first four Lost Tribe of the Sith entries form basically a complete story arc in and of themselves; the next one jumps forward 1,000 years and features an all-new cast of characters. Precipice, Skyborn, Paragon, and Savior could easily have been reworked and fleshed out into a full-length novel and I think they would have been stronger this way. As standalone novellas, they boast two strong characters in Adari and Seelah, but the rest of the cast, including Korsin himself, are only fractionally as interesting as they had the potential to be. Writing this story as a novel would have allowed more time for character development and let us see the Sith society develop on Kesh firsthand instead of playing catch-up after every time jump.

Because there is a lot of telling rather than showing in Savior. We’re told through narrative exposition how Seelah had tried to negate her daughter as an heir, how Korsin had seen through her ploy and secretly trained Nida in the Sith ways, how Adari came to distrust and dislike the Sith after the death of her son, how the Keshiri came to resent those they’d once worshipped as gods when their uvaks were taken away from them to serve the Sith. We don’t actually get to see any of this, and it’s a shame; the conclusion of this first arc feels artificially abbreviated because of it.

Still, it’s unfair to judge Savior as a finale since it was neither intended nor written as such and the series continues afterward. In that light, it reads more like a transitional chapter, wrapping up conflicts and character arcs from the first three stories and setting up the status quo going forward. Due to how this impairs its narrative integrity, I can give it only 3/5 Death Stars.

Grand Lord Yaru Korsin, looking nothing like how he is described in the book.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

The Fall of the Sith Empire

Tales of the Jedi: The Fall of the Sith Empire

Author: Kevin J. Anderson
Artist: Dario Carrasco, Jr.
Medium: Comic
Publication Date: June – October 1997
Timeline Placement: 5,000 BBY
Series: Tales of the Jedi

We pick up with failed hyperspace explorer Jori Daragon flying the Starbreaker 12 back to her home planet of Koros Major. She is weeping and miserable and will be for the rest of the book, and it gets old fast. Immediately upon landing she is arrested for “grand theft, firing upon Cinnagar Security ships, destruction of property, fraud, resisting arrest, reckless mayhem, [and] unauthorized departure through restricted shipping lanes.” (Reckless mayhem is, perhaps, the most enjoyable of crimes.) Jori tries to warn the capital city of Cinnagar about the imminent Sith invasion that she doesn’t know about, but they laugh the Sith off as a fairytale (seriously why does everyone know about the Sith?) and sentence her to hard labor on the colony world of Ronika.

Shipping merchant Ssk Kahorr, who is still a giant yellow lizard, takes possession of the Starbreaker 12 as compensation for the cargo ship he lost using one of Jori Daragon’s unreliable hyperspace routes. This is completely legal, even though the route was approved by the Navigators’ Guild and flagged as highly dangerous. Also despite the fact that Ssk Kahorr had already murdered the guild representative who approved the route and tried to have Jori and her brother killed. Where is the Occupy Cinnagar movement when you need them?

Back in the Sith Empire, Jori’s brother, Gav Daragon, has become the sort-of apprentice of Naga Sadow, Dark Lord of the Sith, who has taught him a few paltry Force illusions. As Sadow prepares to launch his invasion of the Republic, his old rival, the ludicrous Ludo Kressh, returns to Sadow’s stronghold in a single ship. He tries to warn the other Sith Lords that Sadow has betrayed them and instigated this war with the Republic for his own glory, but Sadow tells Gav to go push a big red button on the wall. He does so, then acts surprised when Kressh’s ship suddenly explodes. “You tricked me!” Gav whines. “I didn’t know I was going to destroy him. I’ve never killed anybody.” Over the course of this book, Gav Daragon will prove himself a serious contender for the most stupid character in all of Star Wars.

Meanwhile, Jori concocts a plan to escape from Ronika. “I’m sure they’ve guarded against any carefully planned escape . . .” she muses, “. . . so I guess I’ll just have to act spontaneously.” She hits a guard in the face with a rock, jumps into an ore shuttle, and flies away while the other guards shoot at her. She’s finally shot down by security starfighters over Cinnagar, but survives by sailing to the ground in a hang glider that looks like it’s made out of canvas, wood, and twine. Were parachutes seriously too advanced a piece of technology for this time period? I mean really?

Conveniently, Jori lands right outside the Cinnagar royal palace. She scales the walls like it ain’t no thang and bursts in on Empress Teta, ruler of the Koros system. Teta is about to impale her with a spear but Jori gets out her story about the Sith Empire through her snot-soaked sobs and Teta stays her hand. Odan-Urr, bibliophile and Jedi Nerd, fortunately happens to be there and reminds the empress of his vision of the Sith invasion. Empress Teta, Odan-Urr, and Memit Nadill, a Jedi who looks like a green camel with dreadlocks, begin assembling the Koros system’s fleet to fight the invaders, but they know that the rest of the Republic, having failed to heed their warning in the previous book, will be caught off-guard by the attack.

The Sith themselves are finally ready to follow the signal of the tracking device Naga Sadow put on the Starbreaker 12. Sadow explains that he will remain hidden in his Meditation Sphere, a ship that looks like a giant eyeball with wings, while the inexperienced and incompetent Gav Daragon leads the fleet into battle. Because the Sith control a relatively small region of the galaxy compared to the Republic, their fleet is too small and their Massassi, members of the Sith warrior caste, are too few to prevail in a conventional war. Through the power of the Meditation Sphere, however, Naga Sadow will create a host of illusory ships and troops to bolster his real forces. As long as the Republic thinks they’re outnumbered, the Sith’s victory is assured! I’m no military tactician but I have a few concerns about the usefulness of this ploy as a war-winning strategy.

But since nobody in the comic says that the invasion fleet launches and the Great Hyperspace War begins!

A last alliance of Elves and Men marched against the armies of Mordor.

[Continuity Note: The Great Hyperspace War marks the beginning of the Old Sith Wars, an umbrella term that encompasses the succession of clashes between the Republic and the original Sith Empire or its off-shoots over the next 1,400 years. It was useful to delineate these conflicts from the later period known as the New Sith Wars when there was a noticeable difference between the ancient Sith and the more modern variety seen in the films. Due to almost every era of EU storytelling aping the style of the prequels, however, that difference has grown less appreciable with every new conflict added to the Old Sith Wars. Who wants a living, breathing space epic where the setting changes organically over time when everything can just always be like it was in the movies!]

The Sith come out of hyperspace at the Starbreaker 12’s location, immediately blowing it up and killing Ssk Kahorr and his chimpanzee manservant. “My sister better not have been on that ship!” Gav says crossly, then adds, to a chorus of groans, “This deal is getting worse all the time . . .”

“This deal is very fair and I’m happy to be a part of it.”

The Sith launch a three-pronged attack on the planets of Coruscant, Koros Major, and, for some reason, Kirrek, where the Daragons’ parents were killed. Memit Nadill arrives on Coruscant to warn the Republic just as the Sith strike, prompting the populace to take shelter in the Senate Hall while the Jedi defend against the invaders and their monstrous war beasts. A random nobody gets the best line in the book when he looks toward the heavens and cries, “Can the Senate Hall protect us? This is a place of government, not war!”

At Koros Major, Gav Daragon takes a shuttle down to the planet to look for his sister, hoping she won’t be killed while his forces bomb the shit out of Cinnagar. He comes across his former creditor, Aarrba, a kindly Hutt who wears a fez and vest, making him the best character in the EU. Since Gav is currently commanding an all-out assault on the city for no discernible reason, Aarrba refuses to help him, so Gav’s bodyguards impale the Hutt with spears. Gav is horrified and tries to stop them but they don’t listen. With the last of his strength, Aarrba rolls over onto Massassi warriors, killing them.

Famous Last Words: AAARRUHHH . . . crush you . . . UUURRUHHHHHHHHHHHHH” – Aarrba the Hutt

And may angels fly thee home.

Jori shows up at Aarrba’s Repair Dock at just that moment, hoping to find a ship. Thinking that Gav has killed Aarrba, she cuts down his remaining Massassi bodyguards with a lightsaber given to her by Odan-Urr, because I guess anybody can use one now. She confronts Gav and demands to know what’s going on with him, but he is too horrified at all he has done to explain and flees back to his ship. Jori follows in another Sith shuttle and somehow deduces from the direction Gav’s ship is going that he’s headed for the unstable red giant star of Primus Goluud. That is literally the only place in the entire galaxy he could be going.

Yep.

But he is going there, and it’s to confront Naga Sadow and put an end to all these shenanigans. Gav opens fire on Sadow’s Meditation Sphere, crippling it. Across the Republic, vast swaths of the Sith forces fade into nothingness as Naga Sadow is unable to maintain his illusions. The Jedi and Republic soldiers have no trouble with the remaining Sith and emerge victorious. I guess before they just didn’t have the confidence to win or something.

On Kirrek, Odan-Urr tries to use his Battle Meditation to bolster the resolve of Empress Teta’s forces, but they are too overwhelmed by the Sith onslaught. Odan-Urr’s Jedi Master, Ooroo, who has been back in the story since the beginning of this book but hasn’t done anything worth mentioning because he is a jellyfish, apologizes for sending his student off to war instead of letting him remain in peace among his books. Ooroo then floats out into the midst of the Massassi warriors and cracks open the crystal he lives in, revealing that it is full not of piss but of deadly cyanogen gas. The gas floods the battlefield, killing all the Massassi who breathe it, but Master Ooroo cannot survive in an oxygen atmosphere.

“. . . because I am a big stupid jellyfish.”

As reinforcements from Ronika, former prisoners pardoned by Empress Teta, arrive to mop up the rest of the Sith, Odan-Urr approaches his dying master and says his goodbyes. Heartbreakingly, Ooroo laments that he could not swim in the oceans of his homeworld one last time. Through his tears, Odan-Urr confesses his wish that war had never come to them and they’d just been able to stay on their planet and read books forever. Ooroo prophesizes that Odan-Urr will live to be one of the most ancient Jedi of all time and eventually pass away surrounded by his beloved books. He dies and his body vanishes into the Force, marking the first time we’ve seen this Jedi curiosity. His death is “so much more than a Sith illusion.” :,(

Back at Primus Goluud, Naga Sadow tries to appeal to Gav’s inner bromantic by reminding him of all the great times they’ve had together, like when he tricked Gav into murdering a political rival or cajoled Gav into burning down his home planet or convinced Gav that galactic civilization should be overthrown by an evil magocracy by giving him some gemstones. “I don’t agree with what you have done, Naga Sadow,” says Gav, deciding to go meet with him anyway. “You won’t convince me,” he warns. “Your silken words won’t have any effect.” He gets over to the Meditation Sphere only to find that Naga Sadow has already abandoned it, leaving him trapped there. There’s no reason given for why he can’t just leave on the same shuttle he took over there so I’m going to assume he just didn’t think of it.

Naga Sadow tries to rally the remnants of his battered fleet, but Jori Daragon has alerted the Republic to Gav’s destination and their fleet shows up at Primus Goluud to shoot Sadow in the dick. Gav tells them that Sadow took the entire Sith fleet to war, leaving the Sith Empire completely undefended. If they strike now, they can end the threat of the Sith for all time (yeah we all know how that works out). Sadow uses some crystals on his warship to amplify his Force powers, destabilizing Primus Goluud and causing the star to go supernova. The Republic ships escape but Gav is trapped aboard the Meditation Sphere and dies in the explosion. I guess Jori is sad about this or something.

Back at the Sith Empire, Naga Sadow encounters another Sith fleet and learns that, in his absence, the Sith Council has stripped him of his title and elected a new Dark Lord, the interminable Ludo Kressh. Kressh gleefully recounts how he faked his own death by sending a decoy ship to be destroyed by Sadow’s decoy fortress at the beginning of the book. His armada opens fire on Sadow’s, and one of Sadow’s damaged warships careens into Kressh’s, killing him three pages after he returned from the dead. Wow what a great plot twist.

Sadow doesn’t even have time to catch his breath, however, before Empress Teta and the Republic fleet, following Gav Daragon’s coordinates, are upon them. Seeing he has no chance against the Republic’s superior forces, Sadow pulls the same trick he did in the previous volume, ordering the Massassi warriors on all his ships to murder their commanders and take control of the fleet. They then self-destruct all of their ships. I don’t understand how this was helpful.

“Hurray, I suck!”

Sadow himself flees to the Denarii Nova, where he does the same goddamn thing he did a few pages ago and makes the twin stars of that system explode, destroying a few of the starfighters chasing him and covering his own escape. Believing Sadow to be dead, Jori Daragon and Empress Teta return to Koros Major, where Odan-Urr is investigating the abandoned Sith ships still in orbit. Aboard one he discovers a Sith holocron, a repository of arcane knowledge, pyramid-shaped instead of cubical like the Jedi’s. This inspires him to build the galaxy’s biggest library on the planet where Master Ooroo trained him, which he finally reveals is called Ossus. Maybe Kevin J. Anderson should have reread the previous story arc before writing this one, because he apparently forgot the very first line of that volume: “History has forgotten the name of the planet.” Jesus, KJA.

Naga Sadow and his Massassi take their last remaining ship, which is apparently called the Corsair although that name is never mentioned in the comic, and finally settle on the remote jungle moon of Yavin 4, which of course is the location of the Rebel base in the original Star Wars. Exiled and disgraced, the former Dark Lord of the Sith sets his followers to work constructing a new base on the moon, vowing that this will be a fresh start for him, no matter how long it takes. This is the last we’ll see of Naga Sadow, although he still has a few parts to play in inter-story lore not depicted on the page.

A variety of Jedi holocrons, or possibly hatboxes.

On the final page of the comic, Empress Teta asks Jori Daragon if there’s anything she can do to repay her for saving the Republic. Jori requests to be made the new manager of Aarrba’s Repair Dock. “It’s all I ever wanted,” she says happily. So why didn’t you and your brother just go to work for Aarrba instead of failing at being hyperspace navigators and almost destroying the galaxy oh forget it.

The best part of this story is one we don’t even get to see. After completely crippling the Sith Empire’s military and eliminating any threat they posed, the Republic and the Jedi invade the Sith worlds with the goal of completely erasing their civilization from the galaxy for all time. They destroy their artifacts, talismans, and temples and drive the Sith species to the brink of extinction. Of course, this information comes from previous, later, and better written lore and isn’t touched on at all in the comic.

Meditations

Okay so this book kind of blows. Despite having the same artist as the previous volume, the art is stupendously terrible, like Carrasco was so embarrassed to have to draw this foolishness that he kept putting it off and finally finished the whole book the weekend before it was due. Everyone looks ugly and deformed and poorly detailed, it’s just so bad.

The writing suffers from all the same problems as the previous volume, except now KJA has apparently run out of ideas and started blatantly reusing plot points from The Golden Age of the Sith as well as earlier in this same comic. Ludo Kressh gets blown up or almost blown up three separate times, Sadow destroys two different star systems (I guess Darth Vader was speaking incredibly literally when he said the ability to destroy a planet was insignificant next to the power of the Force), the Massassi kill off all the Sith Lords twice, Sadow keeps committing blatant atrocities that Gav justifies to himself by [the author was too lazy to come up with a way for Gav to justify continuing to help the Sith].

As an introduction to the Dark Lords of the Sith, the most recurring threat to galactic peace over the rest of the EU, these comics are amazingly poor. A story set during the golden age of the Sith could have been really cool and portrayed the Sith Empire as a more primal sort of evil than the typical Jedi-gone-bad we’re used to seeing. Instead they all come off as a bunch of bureaucrats and buffoons. I think it was a mistake to see their politics in action, with a representative council electing a leader and arguing about their stagnant economy. They should be practicing dark arts and performing arcane rituals, not trying to win the hearts and minds of pink monkeys with bad hair and only using the Force for ridiculously overpowered finishing moves (too bad the Emperor didn’t have any of those Sith crystals, he could have just blown up the Rebel base with his mind and not even bothered building the Death Star).

Bizarrely, the one thing I did kind of enjoy about this two-book arc was the characters of Odan-Urr and Master Ooroo. Odan-Urr, a nervous, nerdy bookworm, was kind of an original take on a Jedi Knight and I could empathize with him wanting to go read a good book instead of being involved with this dumb plot. As for Ooroo, a jellyfish Jedi Master may sound hilariously stupid on paper, but I actually like the idea that you don’t need to be able to hold a lightsaber to be a great Jedi. The Force is in all things, so it stands to reason it would be in weird jellyfish aliens as well, and occasionally it’s entertaining to see that idea reflected in the text.

Yeah but this one sucked overall though. Final verdict: 1.5/5 Death Stars.

Honestly, don’t even bother with these two comics, just let Lance Henriksen’s awesome voice tell you about them instead.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Sexy Teens with Dumb Names in the Post-Apocalypse, Part 1 of 100

This is a show in which sexy delinquent teens are sent to wild Earth, far away from their stupid parents in their stupid suburban space satellite. There is love, there is death, there is an older generation who just doesn’t understand. It’s the teen adventure of a lifetime. Come along with me, won’t you?

It’s 97 years after a nuclear apocalypse rendered the earth uninhabitable and the remnants the human race live aboard a giant space station called the Ark, which they presumably borrowed from the Autobots because they are giant space robots who can survive in radiation, or maybe from John Cusack at the end of 2012. Or maybe from Noah. Is the Ark even a viable allusion anymore?

In the series’ first (and, as of the end of this episode, only) nod to scientific accuracy, the station is made of giant rotating wheels, which create artificial gravity for the people living inside them. One of those people is our lead character, a pretty blonde girl named CLARK, which is a terrible name for anyone whose last name isn’t Kent so right off the bat I have high hopes for this show. She fills us in on the back story of the series via voiceover narration while drawing a mural on the floor with colored chalk. It will take another 100 years before the earth’s radiation level subsides enough for humans to live on it again, but they’re going to do it anyway in about three minutes.

Some tough-looking dudes in uniforms burst into Clark’s room and it turns out Clark has been locked up in juvie for the past year. She starts whining at them that they can’t kill her because she’s only 17, hoping they won’t notice that she’s clearly 25. Clark beats up the two burly security guards . . . somehow . . . and escapes, but then CLARK’S MOM appears and tells her that she and the other prisoners aren’t being executed, they’re being sent to Earth! Then someone injects Clark with something and she passes out.

“Pretty but vacant” is the defining characteristic of a strong female young adult protagonist in any medium.

After the title sequence, Clark and the Ark’s 99 other juvenile delinquents awaken on the spacecraft carrying them down to the planet. A pre-recorded message from the PRESIDENT OF SPACE, an African American Arkian (?) gentleman played by the guy who was fired from Grey’s Anatomy for being a homophobe, plays on a TV, telling the eponymous 100 what an important thing they’re doing for the future of their species. The president’s son, PRESIDENT JR., is sitting next to Clark. He explains that he somehow got himself arrested so he could apologize to her for turning her father in to the police and getting him executed, and he hopes she’s not still mad at him for that. Clark tells him to fuck off.

Some of the kids take off their seatbelts and start floating around in zero-g, even though everyone’s hair is hanging normally around their faces. Clark whines at them to strap back in but then the ship crashes for some reason (srsly I have no idea why) and two of them are killed instantly. So five minutes into the first episode the show’s title is already out of date. The CW should have just used the title as a running tally of how many characters are still alive and updated the title card and promotional material every week to reflect that. As far as I’m concerned The 100 is now called The 98.

After ten minutes of breakneck exposition, the show finally pauses to take a breath and introduce some more of the main cast. There is BELLAMY BLAKE, a bad-boy rebel who stowed away on the ship to reunite with his sister, OCTAVIA BLAKE, a sexy brunette who was imprisoned for violating the one-child-per-family law (as we are informed by unseen characters shouting “That’s the girl they hid under the floor!” and, twenty seconds later, “That’s Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden under the floor!” in what may be the worst sound mixing ever to air on TV). There is FLYNN RIDER, another bad-boy rebel, who was arrested for stealing oxygen for “an illegal space walk.” He instigated the redshirts who died in the crash but he might secretly have a heart of gold . . . if he can decide which of the two leading ladies it belongs to! There is JASPER, a hipster doofus who wears goggles as a fashion accessory, and his friend, ASIAN GUY, who is good with computers, because of course he is. They were arrested for smoking weed. Also there is some guy whose name might be ERIC, who has it in for President Jr. for some reason I can’t remember but might be because Space Obama had his parents killed too. Apparently this society has a habit of killing people’s parents and then sending the kids to jail because they don’t know what else to do with them. It’s good to see the American justice system is still alive and well after the atomic holocaust.

Octavia Blake, 28-year-old teenage sexpot/girl in the floor.

Bellamy Blake starts trying to force the spaceship’s door open so they don’t suffocate or burn to death but Clark whines at him about the radiation. Bellamy is all like, “Bitch, no,” and opens the door anyway. The 98 step outside and set foot on Earth for the first time in what I would think would be kind of a solemn moment but then Octavia, overjoyed at being sent to a slow death by radiation poisoning, screams, “We’re back, bitches!” and Imagine Dragons’ “Radioactive” starts playing, because contemporary pop music is the most appropriate soundtrack for a post-apocalyptic science fiction show.

Meanwhile, back on the Ark, we are introduced to DESMOND FROM LOST, the vice president and apparently the antagonist of the show. It’s weird hearing him talk with an American accent, his voice sounds way higher and thinner than it did on Lost. Someone alerts Clark’s mom that Space Obama was shot by Bellamy Blake earlier that day and I guess they just found out. Clark’s mom immediately starts shouting this disastrous information at everyone within earshot. Jeez, lady, you think you might want to keep that one under your hat for a minute? Seriously though I hope he dies so Desmond can take over. Desmond’s friend/adviser/minion tells him, “Desmond, now that you’re president you can start killing people immediately.” One of the perks of the job, I guess. But Desmond’s like no, if we’re going to kill everyone we have to wait for Space Obama to die so we can do it legally.

“I’ll see ya in another despotic regime, brotha!”

On Earth, two characters call Clark “Princess” entirely independent of one another.

Back in space, Clark’s mom is a doctor I guess and she breaks the law by giving Space Obama too much blood, so Desmond has her arrested because in the future “all crimes are capital crimes.” KELLY HU, Desmond’s adviser?/assistant?/girlfriend?, makes an impassioned plea for her life because they are BFFs, and damn now that Desmond’s basically president you’d think he could afford some nice shirts that haven’t been gnawed at by space moths. All the kids on Earth look like they just walked out of an Abercrombie & Fitch. (I am glad though that the one resource we won’t be short on after the apocalypse is hair product.)

“You all think I’m the bad guy but I’m the only one willing to do what it takes to save us,” Desmond says with a condescending smirk, because he’s Desmond From Lost and he’s awesome. He then orders his guards to fire Clark’s mom’s ass out an airlock. Clark’s mom has been trying to devise a way to communicate with the 98 via the vital signs monitors in their wristbands. As she is dragged away to her doom, she shouts instructions at some scientist guy for how to continue the operation and tells him “Nod if you understand!” Um, why couldn’t he just answer her normally? Desmond’s standing right there watching, none of this is getting past him. The guy nods anyway though and Clark’s mom is about to get “floated” when Space Obama comes staggering down the hallway in his hospital gown and officially pardons her for wasting valuable medical resources to save a single person’s life. So he can just do that, huh? And he just let his son get arrested and shipped off to Earth anyway. Not to mention executing Clark’s dad for, as will later be revealed, doing nothing wrong. Space Obama is kind of an asshole.

On Earth, everyone looks tan and healthy despite living on a space station for a hundred years. Clark has salvaged a map from the crash and is trying to plot a course to Mount Weather, the site of the old government bunker they were supposed to land near. “Where’d you learn to do that?” Flynn Rider asks her. What, to draw a line on a map? Clark starts whining at everyone that they need to gather food and hike to the mountain so they can tell Space Obama that it’s safe to send more people down. Someone needs to tell this girl that she’s never going to get ahead giving head to the man. “Let the privileged do the hard work for a change,” suggests Bellamy Blake, founding member of Occupy Post-Apocalyptic Earth. Realizing that an unsupervised group of delinquent teenagers may not be the most altruistic people she could ask for help, Clark resolves to head off by herself.

President Jr. attempts to follow her but is confronted by that Eric guy who is about to beat the shit out of him until Flynn Rider steps in and points out that President Jr.’s leg was injured in the crash. Since murderous thugs are known for nothing if not their strong sense of honor, Eric backs off. “Hey, Space Walker,” Octavia says to Flynn. “Rescue me next.” This dialogue.

Flynn Rider, dreamboat.

Clark heads out and is joined by Flynn Rider because he wants to bang her, Octavia because she wants to bang Flynn Rider, Jasper the Hipster Doofus because he wants to bang Octavia, and Asian Guy because he’s Jasper’s wingman I guess. At least if they get lost they can just follow their trail of pheromones back to camp. After trading arrest stories, one of the dynamic duo asks, “What’d they get you for, Octavia?” Dude, were you not paying attention?

As they trek across the wilderness, they behold the majesty and wonder of this brave new world, such as a mutant two-faced deer covered in tumors. They come across a river and Octavia strips down to her underwear, prompting Jasper to exclaim his love for Earth because lmao he’s so horny. Before the others can join Octavia in the water, however, she is eaten by a giant catfish. Oh wait nvm, she survived, the catfish just smeared some red paint on her leg. Jasper pulls her out of the water and is rewarded for his heroism with a brief hug, giving Asian Guy the opening he’s been waiting for to joke, “Note to self: next time, save the girl.” Everyone laughs.

Back at the camp, President Jr. is further harassed by Eric and his crew but fends them off by making fun of a spelling error in their graffitied death threat. They are then recruited by Bellamy to serve as his enforcers. Bellamy abducts President Jr. at gunpoint and marches him out into the woods where the goon squad holds him down and pulls off his wristband while President Jr. screams like he’s being gang raped instead of just getting his bracelet stolen. Bellamy has decided to make himself the leader of this fledgling non-society and the easiest way to maintain their isolation is by getting everyone to remove their wristbands so the people on the Ark will stop receiving their vital signs and assume the radiation levels are still too high for humans to survive. To celebrate their independence, the 98 minus Clark’s party throw a big pep rally around a bonfire. I don’t know how they have the energy for this since they all belittled Clark when she suggested they look for food earlier that morning. Shouldn’t they all be busy starving to death right now?

As Clark’s gang journeys on toward Mount Weather, we get yet another scene of expository dialogue wherein Clark reveals that her father was an engineer on the Ark who discovered that they were running out of oxygen far more quickly than was generally believed. He thought the station’s citizens had a right to know the truth but Clark blabbed to President Jr., resulting in her father’s arrest and execution before he could tell anyone. Clark was then incarcerated in solitary confinement for a year but instead of losing her mind she just came out of it looking like a girl on a CW show.

They come upon another river but rather than risk attack by another mutated creature that the script calls a snake even though the animation didn’t look anything like a snake, they decide to swing across it on a vine, which is apparently just hanging down directly from the sky rather than any of the nearby trees. Flynn Rider is about to go first because he’s the daredevil, but Jasper convinces him to switch places with him so he can impress Octavia. Jasper swings across and discovers a conveniently placed sign for Mount Weather lying on the ground right where he landed. The celebration is cut short, however, when, with a cry of “DIE, HIPSTER SCUM,” a wooden spear comes hurtling out of nowhere and strikes Jasper directly in the chest, lifting him off his feet and carrying him backward through the air to collide with a tree. Finally. The only way this scene could have been better is if the spear had impaled him directly through his stupid goggles. Clark and the others take cover behind some logs and Clark announces forebodingly, “We’re not alone,” which is the least helpful thing anyone could say in this situation. Cut to title card, end of Episode 1.

It was all worth it.

I came off this episode feeling pretty high but the preview for the next episode already spoiled that Jasper is apparently, improbably, still alive and that they find E.T.’s skull so now I don’t know what to believe. Suffice it to say that, based on my expectation of CW programming, The 98 did not let me down. The premise of the show has potential, which I don’t expect to ever be fully realized, and the cast, while kind of bland, is serviceable for the subject matter and acceptably pretty. The writing is atrocious but no one expects good writing from TV, a.k.a. “the idiot box” LOL! So far my favorite character is the spear that almost killed Jasper and my second favorite is the snakefish that almost ate Octavia. I look forward to watching their arcs develop in surprising and satisfying ways over the course of the season.

I will keep watching in the hope that Desmond becomes president and has all the annoying teen characters (mainly just Jasper) lined up and shot, then the show switches gears and becomes about Desmond banging Kelly Hu in space while executing mass segments of the population at sporadic intervals. And also they get someone else to write all the dialogue. It’s a bold new direction for The CW and I for one can’t wait to tune in for more!

Monday, October 6, 2014

The Ice Bucket Challenge Is Not Offensive—You Are


A few days ago, someone posted a link to an article about the shameful stupidity of the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge on my newsfeed with the noncommittal description “food for thought.” I’ve been thinking about it on and off ever since, so I guess that was an accurate summary. Instead of considering the issues raised by the article, however, mostly I’ve just thought about how reductive it was and how angry and disappointed it made me feel.

If you haven’t heard about the Ice Bucket Challenge, you’re probably not reading this because you don’t know how to turn on any of the YouTubes. But basically it’s a viral charity campaign that nebulously involves some combination of recording a video of yourself dumping ice water on your head and donating money for ALS research. Short for amyotrophic lateral sclerosis and also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease, ALS is a horrific motor neuron disorder that slowly paralyzes you until you’re no longer able to swallow or breathe and you die of respiratory failure. Sounds like a good cause, if promoted in a somewhat dopey and narcissistic way, right? Of course not; if you have an Internet connection and an entitled sense of outrage, nothing is above your scorn.

“The Ice Bucket Challenge is an EMBARRASSMENT,” fumed the author of the social justice rant that made my newsfeed even more depressing than usual. In a professionally published editorial that reads like a Tumblr post, she expressed her outrage, her befuddlement, and, most (tellingly) of all, her disappointment that so many Americans had decided to jump on this bandwagon and help people with a horrible debilitating illness. “We’re the laughingstock of the global community,” she wrote, facepalming lugubriously.

The main sticking point for her seems to be that ALS primarily affects old white men (yeah, 55 is real fucking old, kid), and who cares about them? They’re the one group causing most of the world’s problems in the first place! Everyone knows that old white men aren’t even really people anyway; they’re not even worth the price of the ice cubes you’re dumping on your head. Of course, the author couldn’t just come right out and admit this widely acknowledged truth. It shows, however, in the fact that she felt justified in writing off ALS as an “old white man’s disease” in her screed.

This is actually something that people believe. If you contribute to the Ice Bucket Challenge and donate money for the medical research needed to help sufferers of this illness, you’re seen as an immature, privileged fool embarrassing our country in the eyes of the world because ALS is a rare disease that affects middle-aged white men more frequently than the other demographics that it also affects. Basically, if a disease only harms an oppressor, we shouldn’t bother curing it. Remember what Gandhi said: “An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. But seriously, though, fuck the British. Given the choice I’d let them all die.”

 
To be fair and balanced, this isn’t the crux of the argument. The Anti-Ice Bucket Brigade spends much more time parroting another common and frustratingly obtuse point, one that people have used to obstruct and obfuscate everything from civil rights to women’s suffrage: the point that various other tragedies are more important than this tragedy. So let’s focus on those first; we’ll get to this one if we have the time.

According to this argument, the seriousness of ALS isn’t a legitimate concern because of who is statistically more likely to be afflicted by it. But why does that make any difference? What if there was a disease that affected only Holocaust deniers or men’s rights activists? Don’t we all deserve the same human dignity, assholes and idiots and Social Justice Warriors alike?

This idea that ALS is a less urgent issue than XYZ and therefore you should ignore it entirely is completely baffling to me, but it seems to be the central thesis of the obstructionists’ argument. “Have you heard of Michael Brown and Ferguson?” they ask. “Israel and Palestine? Mental illness and depression? The border crisis? The Ebola outbreak? Police militarization? Women dying in childbirth? This stupid meme?”


People are incapable of caring about more than one issue at a time, you see. We’re not expected to worry about institutionalized racism and social upheaval if we’ve already poured water on our heads. Because everyone doing the ALS Challenge just to show off online would otherwise have used that time to become a champion of social justice, am I right?

Do you know how difficult it is to shake people out of their apathy, even for the five minutes it takes to fill a bucket with water, record yourself dumping it on your head, and upload it to the Internet? Do you understand what an achievement that is? So what if it’s gimmicky and slightly self-serving? It allows people to feel good about doing good, to feel like they belong to something greater than themselves, a higher force for change. And what’s wrong with that? It’s not like they’re paying to have their egos jerked off without actually helping anyone. We can’t all quit our day jobs to build schools in some war-torn, plague-stricken developing country half a world away. Or write condescending Internet editorials and reblog sarcastic image macros, as the case may be.

Here’s the thing about the people doing the Ice Bucket Challenge: contrary to what the news media might lead you to believe, most of them are not celebrities. They are the ordinary, unexceptional, oftentimes annoying people on your Facebook feed who won’t stop using hashtags or sharing Taylor Swift’s new music video. The majority of them will most likely never find themselves in a position to evoke any great social change. Their daily struggles and achievements are as important as anyone’s but will never be recognized on the global stage.

By that same token, ALS is as devastating as any mainstream disease, but its sufferers (like those of an infinite number of other unpopular afflictions) have always been marginalized or forgotten in the shadow of behemoths like cancer, AIDS, or autism. The Ice Bucket Challenge isn’t about making yourself feel good; it’s about raising awareness for people whose pain is just as real and matters just as much as that of anyone we’re used to seeing in the headlines. ALS and those afflicted by it deserve our attention even if they aren’t underprivileged, even if their struggle isn’t the result of some upworthy crisis in Sub-Saharan Africa

Who can I throw money at to cure police oppression? How many stupid videos of myself doing something completely unrelated do I have to make before white privilege no longer exists? How much suffering do I have to trivialize to convince you that my pet causes are more important than yours?

The editorial that started my whole thought process here signaled its conclusion with a single imperious directive: “Grow up,” the author urged us. “Get over this non-factor that kills thousands of people each year and focus on the issues that really matter.” But maybe she and others like her are the ones who need to grow up, if only a little bit, to realize that this accusatory, judgmental brand of social activism is just another form of entitlement.

Who is she to say what act of kindness and compassion others should spend their money on? Who is anyone to make that determination for anyone else? How does taking people to task for trying to help strangers who are suffering contribute anything to the conversations she cares about? Pain is pain, and we will never end all the misery in the world, no matter how many Jezebel articles we retweet. What does this do to alleviate any of it?

Instead of pitting two goods against each other (and let’s be honest, racial politicking aside there’s no reason anyone should object to raising money for victims of a degenerative neurological disease), why not take advantage of the publicity the Ice Bucket Challenge has gained to promote the causes that you believe in? Why not invent your own viral campaign to promote awareness for all those other objectively terrible things you think are so much worse than this objectively terrible thing? Chances are you won’t raise $94 million in a month, but at least you’d be making a constructive contribution instead of fueling all the hate and hurt with more bitterness, more disrespect, more negativity. Surely that would be a better use of your time than preaching to the social justice choir?

This is what’s real: every day, ugly, fucked-up things happen to people who deserve better, and it’s easy to feel overwhelmed in the face of so much terrible shit that we can do so little about. But to take out that frustration on people doing something to remove a little bit of that pain, to draw attention to an overlooked suffering, is unworthy of us and of the causes we champion. Causes that, by the way, typically involve calling attention to overlooked suffering. By all means cite your statistics and your studies, shout your uncomfortable truths from the rooftops of the world, help the apathetic and the privileged open their eyes to the injustice around them and see the change that is possible if they lend their voices to the dissenting chorus. Just don’t be a dick about it.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

How LOST Betrayed Us All from the Beginning

Are people tired of complaining about Lost yet?
 
It doesn’t seem like it. Sometimes it feels impossible to browse the comments on any article or video even tangentially related to J. J. Abrams, Damon Lindelof, or modern television without someone bringing up the catastrophic series finale of Lost and how it retroactively ruined six years of everyone’s lives. Inevitably a few people who liked the ending will show up and muster the same tired defenses, and the entire comments section of an article about a movie Damon Lindelof mentioned on his Twitter will devolve into an ouroboros of wasted time and confused hatred.
 
Of course Star Trek Into Darkness was voted the worst Star Trek film of all time; it was co-written by one of the guys who wrote Lost! Of course Lost tops this random website’s list of worst series finales; did you miss the part where everyone was dead the whole time? Lost may have been gone and buried these past four years, but it seems that fan bitterness and resentment is still alive and well, simmering just beneath the surface.
 
But with last year’s conclusion of Dexter being dubbed the new Worst Television Finale of All Time by the Internet Hate Machine, perhaps there’s a new standard for comparing failed ways to end a narrative. If so, perhaps people will finally be able to put their dissatisfaction with Lost to bed and move on to other disappointments. But before that happens, let’s get one thing settled: most of the hate and hurt over the way Lost ended is the result of faults imagined or exaggerated. That’s a topic for another article, perhaps, but that said, faults there definitely were. I don’t mean minor questions that were set up but never paid off, or questions that were answered but everyone thinks weren’t, or any of the plethora of questions people ask that aren’t really questions at all. These are questions that Lost had to answer not for the sake of its fans, but for the sake of its own narrative cohesion. The writers of Lost could have given the most satisfactory answers imaginable to the smoke monster and the island and who was in the second canoe during the boat chase in Season 5, but it still wouldn’t have been enough to make up for the gaps in the story’s internal logic left by these questions that should have been answered but, for whatever reason, weren’t.
 

1) Who saved Locke after he was shot?


In the antepenultimate episode of Season 3, John Locke is shot in the gut by Ben Linus and left to die in the mass grave of the Dharma Initiative. Faced with a slow, agonizing death, Locke is on the verge of shooting himself in the head when he’s stopped by a teenaged apparition of Walt, who at that point in the show’s timeline should still have been ten years old. The apparition tells Locke that he still has work to do and sends him off on a mission to prevent Charles Widmore’s freighter from reaching the island. Locke recounts this experience early in the following season, and then it’s never mentioned again.

So who the hell was that? It’s kind of a big deal, since “Taller Ghost Walt,” as Sawyer later nicknames the specter, not only saved Locke’s life, but also directly initiated his Season 4 character arc. Everything Locke does in that season, from causing a schism among the castaways to moving the island in order to save it from the people on the freighter, is the result of what Taller Ghost Walt told him. But who was this apparition and what was its motivation? Seasons 1 and 2 established that Walt—the real Walt—is capable of psychic abilities like astral projection and clairvoyance. That could explain how he was able to appear on the island long after he had left it with his father and how he knew to warn Locke about the freighter. It doesn’t explain why in future seasons he had no knowledge of anything that had transpired on the island since he left, however, or why he appeared as an aged version of himself. The actual explanation is that more time had passed in real life than in the show and actor Malcolm David Kelley hit puberty long before his ten-year-old character, but the characters brought up his changed appearance in the show itself, which makes no sense if we were supposed to shrug and say, “It’s just a TV show.”
 
“Who am I supposed to be?”

So if Taller Ghost Walt wasn’t actually Walt, who else could he have been? How about the smoke monster? He likes to appear in other people’s forms, right? The problem with that idea, of course, is that the monster can only take on the forms of the dead, and only when the body he’s copying is physically present on the island (except when it’s not, but, you know, whatever). So that’s out as well. The third option is that Taller Ghost Walt was a manifestation of the island itself. Remember back in the early seasons, before the whole show became about two ageless white guys with mommy issues trying to kill one another, how the island was often referred to as having a consciousness and a will of its own, and it would often express that will to various characters, especially Locke, through dreams or visions? Maybe that’s what Taller Ghost Walt was supposed to be, before the writers changed gears and basically rewrote the entire mythology in the last three seasons. But usually in those dreams or visions, the character who appeared was in some way connected to the message being communicated. Walt had been off the show for an entire season by that point and had nothing to do with the freighter (besides his dad being on it, but Locke never found out about that). And why the hell would the island manifest as a version of Walt from the future?

If the writers ever had a clear idea of who Taller Ghost Walt was supposed to be, why he appeared as a teenager, and what his motive was for telling Locke to stop the freighter, it was never revealed on the show, leaving the whole incident just another deus ex machina.

2) How did the Oceanic 6 get back to 2007?


In mid-Season 5, the Oceanic 6 finally return to the island three years (in the show’s timeline) after escaping from it. As their plane approaches, some of them (not all, the reason for which was also never explained, but one thing at a time) are spontaneously transported back in time to 1977, where they are reunited with their friends who had remained on the island and traveled back in time three years earlier. They spend the rest of the season in 1977, trying to change the future to prevent themselves from ever being stranded on the island in the first place. In the season finale, they think they’ve finally figured out a way to do this: by detonating a nuclear bomb, of course! The idea is that the bomb will prevent the electromagnetic research station that accidentally caused their plane to crash in 2004 from ever being built in the first place, thus preventing the crash and rewriting the entire timeline. The season ends on a cliffhanger at the moment of the bomb’s detonation, which is resolved in the Season 6 premiere when all the characters who time-traveled to 1977 wake up back in their proper time, 30 years later. This includes the character who set off the bomb by hitting it with a rock and detonating it right in her face.

So . . . how did they get there? The show never addressed what caused the Oceanic 6 and their friends to return to 2007. It was just like, “Okay, they’re here now, just accept it, we’re doing the last season now and the time travel doesn’t matter anymore.” Lost is infamous for creating the most fascinating mystery hooks and then quietly sweeping them under the rug when the narrative advances past them without ever providing an explanation, but this is one of the most audacious instances of that phenomenon, and also one of the least talked about. Did no one notice that between seasons several characters jumped 30 years in time with no explanation?

“The bomb did it,” some fans will say, as if it’s common knowledge that atomic warheads function primarily as time travel devices. I’m pretty sure there are several episodes of Star Trek where some kind of massive explosion tears a hole in the space-time continuum and time travel occurs. Did people get confused and think they were watching an episode of Star Trek? “No, it’s because the bomb blew up in the island’s reservoir of magical electromagnetism that causes time travel.” If anything, trying to explain how it happened just makes it even more nonsensical. The show already showed us how its electromagnetically induced time travel works: it’s completely random and unpredictable, and no explosions are required. Why would an atomic warhead have any effect on the electromagnetism’s time-travel properties at all, let alone the very specific effect of sending a select group of people exactly 30 years into the future to the exact moment in time they were originally supposed to be in? And why would Juliet be among that group instead of being completely obliterated the moment the bomb went off?

The interior of a TARDIS is much larger than its exterior, which can blend in with its surroundings using the ship’s “chameleon circuit.”
 
There’s never any clear indication that the bomb even exploded at all. The future didn’t change. The Swan station was still built in the same spot where it always was. There’s no sign of any lingering radioactivity. I’d like to think that the bomb did go off, because if it didn’t then that entire subplot was completely pointless and Jack Shephard’s character growth stemming from his failure to change the past was artificial, but the show never clues us in either way.

“The island did it,” someone will suggest. Regardless of whether this means that the island guided where in time the explosion sent them or that it just plucked them out 1977 all on its own, no explosion necessary, it’s still stupid. Even accepting the island still existed as a conscious character with its own motives in the demigod chess game Lost had become by that point, it had never before taken such a direct role in influencing the characters’ destinies and never would again. Even Taller Ghost Walt didn’t physically pull Locke out of the pit, but gave him the motivation he needed to do it himself. I think I just put more thought into this plot point in these few paragraphs than the writers did when they came up with it. The characters just needed to be back in 2007 for Season 6, and so they were. That’s even lazier writing than a deus ex machina.

3) The cabin. Just the cabin.


In case you’ve forgotten, because it ended up not mattering at all by the end, a select few characters in Seasons 3 through 5 would occasionally end up at a mysterious shack in the jungle known only as “Jacob’s cabin.” Benjamin Linus first takes Locke there at the end of Season 3 when Locke demands to meet Jacob, the Others’ mysterious, unseen leader. It is surrounded by a ring of ash, which is later revealed to be a method of repelling the smoke monster (but at the time was hinted by the writers to be a method of keeping Jacob imprisoned). Inside the cabin, Ben speaks to what appears to Locke to be an empty chair, but as Locke turns to leave in disgust, he hears a disembodied voice say, “Help me.” Shit then proceeds to go crazy as objects start flying around the room, smash into pieces, and are then whole in their original places again. A fire breaks out and then disappears. For a split second, the silhouette of a man can be seen in the empty chair. This episode was fucking nuts and a step beyond the level of crazy Lost had reached in the past.

In the Season 4 premiere, Hurley gets lost in the jungle and finds himself at the cabin. He sees two figures inside: Jack Shephard’s dead father (whom Hurley has never met and doesn’t recognize) and the eye of the invisible man who spoke to Locke. Unnerved, Hurley runs away, only to find himself right back at the cabin. He closes his eyes and wills it to disappear, and when he opens them again, it has. Later that same season, the ghost of the long-dead Dharma Initiative scientist Horace Goodspeed appears to Locke in a dream and tells him he must go to the cabin, which Horace reveals he built as a private get-away for himself and his wife. Locke returns to the location to which Ben brought him and finds the ring of ash still on the ground, but the cabin has disappeared. Through a convoluted chain of events, Locke finds it again, but Jacob is nowhere to be found. Instead, the cabin’s sole occupant is Jack’s dead father, who tells Locke he must move the island to save it from Charles Widmore’s freighter.

The final piece of this insoluble puzzle comes in the final episode of Season 5, when Ilana, one of Jacob’s followers who has traveled to the island to protect him, goes to the cabin seeking Jacob. When she arrives, she finds a message from him directing her to the giant Egyptian statue on the beach where he now lives, but she is also horrified to see that the ring of ash encircling the cabin has been broken, creating a gap in its barrier. She burns the cabin to the ground and it’s never mentioned again.

So pretty much nothing about the cabin makes any kind of sense. It’s clear to me that the writers’ idea of who Jacob was and what role he played on the island shifted dramatically between Seasons 3 and 4, and then possibly again between Season 4 and his first actual appearance in the Season 5 finale. The Jacob who is introduced in that episode and appears throughout Season 6 never displays the ability to turn himself invisible, telekinetically throw objects, or reverse time. He has some supernatural abilities, including apparent agelessness, but such dramatic powers are never shown to be among them and don’t really fit with what his character ultimately became. It’s never explained what he meant when he asked Locke to help him; in fact, Jacob and Locke never interact again. Jacob also has no apparent connection to the cabin, aside from leaving the note there for Ilana. In flashbacks dating both hundreds and thousands of years in the past, Jacob is seen living at the statue that is his home in Season 5. If he ever really lived in the cabin, or when, is never touched upon.

In fact, the implication, insofar as the show actually makes one, is that despite everything we were told and everything that was suggested back in Season 3, the invisible man who spoke to Locke might not really have been Jacob at all. The writers never draw a direct connection, seeming more content to sweep it under the rug and hope television viewers in the age of DVR and social media just forget about it, but there are a few small hints, made long after the fact of course, that that entity in Jacob’s cabin was actually the smoke monster. At the very least, the gap in the ash ring suggests that the monster had infiltrated the cabin at some point. We were probably meant to assume that he was impersonating Jack’s father when he told Locke to move the island (although whether or not that was the writers’ intention at the time that scene was written is up for debate). The writers could therefore reasonably expect us to extrapolate that the invisible man from Season 3 was the smoke monster as well, playing some kind of mind game to either lure Locke into his service or trick Ben into killing him so the monster could then imitate Locke’s body. 

“So I’ve got Mr. Obama sitting here and I’m going to ask him a couple of questions . . .”

It should be obvious, however, that originally it really was supposed to be Jacob, but then the writers changed their idea of who Jacob was and tried to patch this gaping plot hole without calling attention to it. They kind of failed miserably, though, because while the man in the chair being the smoke monster makes slightly more sense than him being Jacob, it still doesn’t actually make sense at all. I think the monster did randomly use telekinesis one time, but invisibility and time reversal were never shown to be in his power set, and the ash ring being broken in Season 5 only makes sense if it wasn’t yet broken in Season 3. Ben and Locke stop and look at the ash when they approach the cabin, and Locke sees the circle again when looking for the cabin in Season 4. Neither time is there any indication that the circle is broken, meaning that the monster could not have been in the cabin the first time Locke met “Jacob.” So who was the invisible man who said “help me”? Maybe it was another personification of the island; that seems to be the go-to answer for these unresolved mysteries.

Basically the whole thing is a clusterfuck.

We haven’t even touched on how the cabin teleporting all over the place is never addressed but at this point the sweet release of death seems a preferable alternative.

4) What is the sickness/infection?


Of course one of the first mysteries ever introduced on the show was also one of the few never resolved. Unlike most of the others, however, such as the mysterious food pallet delivery or why Hurley never lost any weight, this one wasn’t just brought up a few times in the early seasons and then forgotten; the writers kept the sickness in play up until the very end.

It’s first brought up in Season 1 by the crazy French woman Danielle Rousseau, who’s been marooned on the island for 16 years. She confesses to Sayid that she killed her husband and the four other members of their science team after their ship sank offshore and they became stranded. She explains that her team was sick, infected in the “Dark Territory” by something carried by the Others. (She also claims that the monster is a security system protecting the island, so apparently she’s unaware that it’s an intelligent being that used to be a man. That’s okay, though, because at the time the writers were probably unaware of that too.) At the end of the episode we’re left to wonder if she’s telling the truth or if she’s just been driven mad by isolation.

The writers continued to tease “the sickness” for years, from the quarantine label on the hatch (which turned out to be fake) to the outbreak of insanity on Widmore’s freighter (which turned out to be caused by approaching the island from the wrong coordinates or something) to Baby Aaron’s diaper rash, but the original infection finally comes up again in Season 5. During the span of episodes where everyone is jumping through time, Jin comes across Rousseau and her team when they first arrive on the island in 1988 and witnesses firsthand the fate that befalls them. One of their team is attacked by the monster and dragged underground into a series of tunnels that run beneath a mysterious, walled-off temple. Rousseau’s husband and the other members of their team venture into the catacombs to search for their friend, but Jin cautions the pregnant Rousseau to stay aboveground. He’s then transported slightly forward in time, arriving in the midst of Rousseau’s final confrontation with her husband. She has him at gunpoint and claims that the monster made him sick, but he replies that the monster is just a security system guarding the temple. Then he tries to kill her and she shoots him. She catches sight of Jin and thinks he’s one of the Others because she saw him time travel, and then there’s a throwaway line where she calls Jin a “carrier” to explain why she thought the Others carried the infection in Season 1 when the writers changed their minds about that later.

So already there’s some fairly weak writing here, with the “carrier” business being brushed under the rug and Rousseau thinking the monster is a security system because her crazy husband told her it was. It’s not until Season 6, however, that the sickness becomes unsalvageable.

The season opens with Sayid dying of a gunshot wound. Jacob appears and tells Hurley that the only way to save him is to take him to the temple, which they eventually do after putting it off for an unnecessarily long time. They enter through the same tunnels where Rousseau’s team was infected, emerging in the temple to find that it is the Others’ final sanctuary from the monster. So why did Rousseau’s husband say the monster was protecting the temple if actually the temple’s whole purpose was to keep the monster out? They don’t even try to explain this discrepancy, instead introducing an Asian guy named Dogen who runs the temple and for some reason knows a whole lot more about the island’s mysteries and what’s really going on than anyone else. He puts Sayid in the temple’s magic healing pool, which saved Ben Linus’s life when he was shot as a child. The pool’s magic no longer works, however, and instead of healing Sayid the Others succeed only in drowning him. But much to their surprise, a few hours later he sits upright, apparently no worse for wear. Dogen runs a series of tests on him that mostly involves torturing him with a red-hot poker. From this he deduces that Sayid has been “claimed”—infected by the monster. Sayid has a darkness inside him that will destroy everything he used to be, he explains, adding that the same thing happened to Jack’s sister, Claire.

“You don’t even want to know where this goes.”

Over the course of the season, Sayid grows increasingly detached and unemotional, surrendering himself to the smoke monster’s influence and carrying out his orders without question. When the monster sends him to kill Desmond, however, Desmond makes some kind of impassioned plea about “what would your dead wife think of you” and somehow this allows Sayid to overcome the monster’s hold on him and die redeeming himself for his sins.

There are a few things here that don’t make any sense, like everything. I assume the pool has nothing to do with the infection, since it only just stopped working right before Sayid got to the temple. The inference I make, therefore, is that the infection was somehow caused by Sayid being resurrected by the smoke monster, even though Sayid was inside the temple and the monster was barred from entering. If that’s the case, wouldn’t that mean everyone else who was infected (i.e., Rousseau’s team) also had to die and be brought back? We never saw the French scientists die, though. Are we supposed to assume that the monster killed them off-screen in the catacombs and then resurrected them? Why did he have to lure them down there first instead of just killing them aboveground? There’s nothing to imply Rousseau’s husband and the others ever died at all. In fact, the only two members of their team killed by the monster on-screen are also the only two who don’t come back and aren’t infected. Hieroglyphs seen in the temple in Season 5 associate the monster with Anubis, the Egyptian god of the afterlife. It’s possible that the writers still hadn’t decided how the sickness worked or what the temple was as late as the end of Season 5, explaining why it changed from a place where the monster was worshiped to a stronghold intended to keep it out.

Then there’s the matter of Claire. The only reason to even think she’s infected is because Dogen says she is, an assertion that is never challenged or proven false. But as far as we know, Claire never died and came back. It’s true that she’s under the monster’s influence, but that’s because he was the only one she had to talk to while stranded alone on the island for the three years when all her friends were in the 1970s. She doesn’t following his orders unswervingly, and unlike Sayid, who only becomes colder and less emotional when infected, Claire is wildly passionate and excitable. It just doesn’t add up, and there is no reason for Dogen to claim she is infected, from the perspective of either the character or the writers.

It seems like the writers had already seeded a few different possibilities for the sickness in the previous seasons, then in Season 6 went “forget that, it’s this now.” Whatever they thought they were doing, I still have no idea what the sickness was, and given the crucial role it played in the final season and its prominence throughout the series, it deserved a better explanation than none at all.

5) What would happen if the Man in Black left the island?


The plot of the entire final season of the show hinges on this imperative: stop the Man in Black from leaving the island. For thousands of years, ever since he lost his corporeal form and became the smoke monster, he’s been trapped there with nothing to do but murder people or screw with their heads. His goal throughout Season 6 is to kill off Jacob’s final candidates—Jack, Hurley, Sawyer, Sun, and Jin—because apparently Jacob placed some kind of magic in them that is binding the monster to the island. This is what he believes, anyway, but it’s not entirely clear if this is even true, because in the penultimate episode of the series he realizes “hey, I don’t even have to do that, I can just do this other thing and then I’ll be able to leave.”

But why is it so important that he not leave the island in the first place? In the end, that’s really what the entire show can be boiled down to (if you want to be cynical about it). Surely something so pivotal to all six years of storytelling, and the final season in particular, would have to be explained. Why would the characters even care about stopping him if they didn’t have a clear understanding of why it mattered?

In a flashback to 1867, Jacob unhelpfully tells Richard Alpert to think of the monster as wine trapped inside a bottle so he can’t stain your carpet. The island is the bottle, holding back hell from engulfing the earth, which would somehow happen if the bottle ever broke. Cool metaphor, bro, but the majority of your viewing audience isn’t uneducated 19th-century Spanish peasants. Maybe try explaining it again a few hundred years later when people can understand concepts a little more complex than religious allusions and the threat of spiritual damnation. While you’re at it, you can also clear up why all the Man in Black ever talks about doing after he escapes is going “home,” which I assume means some little Italian village where his mother lived before she gave birth to him on the island. Who knows, maybe after a while of herding goats and building cabinets he’d get bored and decide to use his supernatural powers to destroy the earth, but that never made his bucket list. Is that seriously the motivating factor here, that the monster might, conceivably, murder everyone on the planet one day, just because he has the ability to? Why would he do that, and why does everyone talk about it like it’s a certainty?

“Everyone” in this case includes even the island’s Greek choir of unquiet spirits, as the ghost of Richard Alpert’s dead wife tells Hurley that they have to stop the Man in Black from leaving the island, or else they will all go to hell. Okay, Richard’s dead wife, do you understand that that is meaningless pablum? Could you be a little more specific, do you think? Seriously, you’re saying nothing. Since you seem to have some sort of divine omniscience now, how about explaining, in detail, step by step, precisely what would happen if the Man in Black escaped? Do you mean everyone will literally go to hell? Like the Hellmouth would open and pour forth everything you ever dreaded was under your bed but told yourself couldn’t be by the light of day? Is that what you’re saying?

In the second-to-last episode of the series, Jacob makes his last confession, telling the remaining candidates that he was responsible for creating the monster and because of his mistake, there’s a chance that everyone they know and love will die. And of course, of course, not one of the candidates speaks up and asks him what the hell he’s talking about, how is everyone going to die and why, they just ask about the mistake he mentioned, which in any competently written scene would be by far the least interesting part of what he just told them.

To make matters even more confusing, at this point Jacob isn’t even talking about the smoke monster escaping the island anymore, he’s talking about the smoke monster extinguishing the magic light at the island’s center. The candidates’ job is to protect the light, not to stop the monster; stopping the monster is only incidental, because he’s discovered that putting out the light will allow him to leave without having to kill the candidates. So is it the monster getting off the island that’s so dangerous, or is it him putting out the light in order for him to get off the island? Was he seriously wasting his time trying to kill Jacob and all the candidates for literally thousands of years when that wouldn’t have accomplished anything anyway?

It’s another classic Lost example of no one asking the questions that matter and everyone being satisfied with answers that answer nothing. What happens if the Man in Black gets off the island? “Then we all go to hell.” What does that mean? “It means that the world will end.” What does that mean? “It means that everyone you know will die.” As if that wasn’t already going to happen anyway. I mean seriously, WHAT WOULD HAPPEN? Would everyone just immediately drop dead? Would the monster personally hunt down and kill everyone in the world individually? Would the earth physically explode? Would everyone’s souls be damned to an afterlife of eternal torment? Would everyone lose access to the afterlife and just become nothing when they die? Would no one physically die but instead become evil and “infected” like Sayid? It could be any of these, it could be none of these, I don’t know and the writers probably never did either.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
 
It’s frustrating to think about these questions, even after so much time has passed. It’s frustrating because you see people complaining about the church and the afterlife and how the island was purgatory all along, they totally called it back in Season 1, fuck you, Damon Lindelof, you hack fraud. As if these are the things that really matter, not all the parts of the show that were so great it hurt, or all the parts that were so bad and stupid and lazy it hurt even worse (see above). As if all there was to six years of Lost was some out-of-context story points pulled from the tail-end of the show. “Hey, whatever you do, don’t watch Dexter, the show about how a serial killer becomes a lumberjack. That show fucking sucks.”

If you’re going to waste everyone’s time complaining about Lost, at least complain about the things that matter, not the things you heard someone else say were dumb. But remember when we found out Locke was in a wheelchair? Remember when the red-and-black hieroglyphs flipped up on the countdown timer in the hatch for the first time? Remember when Jack told Kate they had to go back? Man, what a great show Lost was, and what a shame that it made so many people forget.