Joe’s lengthy But funny Weekly LOST Review (you may enjoy it)
Greetings fellow LOST junkies. I wondered all week how ‘Some Like it Hoth’ was going to compare to last week’s Ben-centric masterpiece, ‘Dead is Dead.’ I admit it didn’t wow me as much, but it was still a very enjoyable hour, and we finally got a little back story on Miles.
While last week gave us struggles for political power, religion vs. government, the new improved John Locke, the new but somehow slightly used Benjamin Linus, a fresh riddle to ponder and a peek at Smokie’s crib, this week provided us a look inside a character we knew next to nothing about, and we got to explore some of his Daddy Issues.
Of course we can’t fairly compare an episode like ‘Some Like it Hoth’ with ‘Dead is Dead.’ It’s like comparing apples to oranges, or to take a cue from the last night’s title, it would be like comparing the blue milk Luke Skywalker drank on Tatooine with that granola bar/taquito thing Luke Skywalker ate on Dagobah. They’re both tasty in their way, but found on entirely different grocery aisles.
The Real Housewives Of Orange County Wouldn’t Settle For This
For the ex-wife of a doctor, Mrs. Chang didn’t get much in the way of alimony, although the place did come with it’s own microwave oven. The apartment manager isn’t supposed to let kids in, but for two months in advance, Mr. Crotchety is willing to look the other way. Perhaps Lil Miles learned his code of questionable ethics from this crusty complex chief.
No sooner has the bargain been struck than the precocious child is making friends with the neighbors ‘ well the dead ones anyway.
Lil Miles is ‘called’ to apartment number 4 (as in the first of the mysterious numbers) and finds a hidden key beneath the white rabbit (as in Alice in Wonderland and the famous experimental white bunnies) and he lets himself into the late Mr. Vonner’s sad pad. Now, I know this episode was supposed to target Miles’ problems with the fact his father abandoned him as an infant, but I’m telling you right now, his mom ain’t gonna win to many Mother of the Year trophies either. The woman finds her impressionable son conversing with a lifeless corpse inside this squalid residence – and then she signs the rental agreement? Surely there’s an apartment complex somewhere in the Los Angeles Valley area with less dead bodies for young boys to play with’. Eh, scratch that. I guess that place is as good as any other.
Can You Get Milk From My Nipples Miles?
Sawyer/LaFleur no sooner talks Miles into erasing the surveillance tapes than Horace busts into the room before Miles had a chance to comply with SawFleur’s request. Now Miles has joined Gaylord Focker inside Dharma’s Circle of Trust. I sure hope he doesn’t try to get milk from Horace’s nipples.
Man that Radzinsky is wound tight. I mean, I know he’s in a forbidden part of the island, but the guy is just itching to shoot someone, and I get the sense he may get his chance soon. Anyway, Miles shows up, and Radzinsky has a couple goons bring out the body of a freshly dead Dharmite named, Alvarez. They load him in the back of the van. Miles is confused as to how a man can die from an internally punctured skull, while digging a ditch and since Radzinsky is not giving up any secrets, Miles goes straight to the source. He finds dead ditch-diggers are way less anal than the living breathing Heads of Research.