The Ballad of Daniel Faraday: LOST Recap

Huh. Wasn't expecting the variables in "Lost's" 100th episode, conveniently titled "The Variable."

Talk about a conundrum. We discover the details of Faraday's encounter in the 1970's. He doesn't work in the Dharma Initiative, unlike many of the other islanders. He presents the quixotic knight-of-obligation haunted by the requests of his mother, who was either the biggest fan of Fate on Facebook, or an insatiable Destiny's Child devotee.

Faraday as a boy is the jumpy, nervous Physicist Faraday in Boy Size. Turns out most everyone on "Lost" harbors a secret pianist talent -- Jack, Benjamin Linus, and now Far-Away Faraday -- and is well-versed in the classics. But the important thing was Eloise Hawking, tearful and stern, telling him he cannot play piano anymore, that there's not time.

LITTLE BOY FARADAY: But I can make time.
ELOISE: If only you could.

Every line between Faraday and Eloise is a double entendre, each glance has meaning. Sadly, since I am neither J.J. Abrams or a staff writer on the show, the best I can do is hypothesize and use my shiny college degrees to make educated guesses.

First things first. Through flashbacks of Faraday's life, we get a better picture of who exactly Eloise Hawking is. One part scientist, two parts crazy pageant mom, she drives her son to be what he is meant to be -- a top scientist -- so there was simply no time in Faraday's childhood for games of Candyland and trips to the lake. When Faraday graduates from Oxford, Eloise is remarkably cold to his then-girlfriend-soon-to-be-brain dead Theresa. And when confronted by Charles Whidmore about sacrifices, slaps him. "You have no idea what I've had to sacrifice," she says. Which begs the question: does Eloise know what she must do? I would argue, to a certain extent. I'll come back to this idea.

This episode reveals that people are the variables -- that is, their actions and, convexly, lack of actions -- are malleable and are not set in stone. Exhibit A: Charlotte, "just remembering" a man who came to her as a child telling her she must leave the island.

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Does "just remembering" mean that Faraday of 1977 talks to Past-Charlotte in that moment, that Charlotte didn't have that memory until Present-Day Faraday (functioning in 1977) talked to her? It was in the past, but, much like Billy Pilgrim of Slaughterhouse Five, the past is subject to change, and memories with them.

Fans of the show will revel in a "big win" -- we find out the causality for everything! In 1977, unparalleled power is released. The hatch is built to control the power, the button made to reset every 108 minutes. Without the hatch, and the varying power, Oceanic flight 815 would not have crashed, and none of the events on the island would have happened. Jack sees this as promising. No island. No smoke monster. No Benjamin Linus. No feasting on Dharma O's and Dharma Ranch Dressing. Just landing in Los Angeles, a little worse for the wear.

And what of Penelope and Desmond Hume? There was a poorly attempted "ER/Grey's Anatomy" moment when we think Mr. Hume is on his way to the bright forever. Only to find out he's miraculously fine -- looks like the Wheaties he had in his bag o' groceries really did protect him!

Now, to address the giant smoke monster in the room. What of Eloise Hawking of 1977 shooting her son? Faraday storms The Other's Camp awkwardly brandishing a gun, demanding to see Eloise. A whole host of questions arise: why did Faraday feel the need to raid the camp? Did Richard Alpert know that Eloise was present, and, if so, why would he lie and say she wasn't in camp? Was Faraday aware of what needed to be done? That is, did he know it was his destiny to go back to 1977 and be murdered at the hand of his mother? These are questions I can't readily answer. But Eloise seems to have little idea of who she just shot in the stomach. Or, she knows it's all part of the island's destiny.

And, for those who subscribe to the church of H.G. Welles and Steven Hawking, another quantum-continuum "win" was won. "We are the variables," Faraday explains, building on the excellent season four episode "The Constant." That is to say, people are the variables. It was a giant awwww moment, because you think, People's actions aren't set in stone. We're erratic at best, unbalanced at worst. It goes back to Season One, where the story again revolves around the people of "Lost" (as per my letter seen in Entertainment Weekly) and not the extraordinary events surrounding them.

So, Daniel Faraday is dead.

For now.

But as evidenced by other resurrections, (see also: Jock Locke) dead means very little on the island. From next week's previews, Jack is again on a mission to save the island and perhaps stop Oceanic Flight 815 from crashing at all.

Gather round, and say it with me: "Oooh, mindplay!"

Bethertainment Weekly Grade: B+

Lusting for "LOST"

A new, two-hour epic episode of our favorite time-traveling island castaways airs tonight at 9PM. Obama's fourth press conference airs at 8PM. Expect a review of one or the other (or both, if you're lucky).

Quick Stats: LOST's 100th Episode, "The Variable." Daniel Faraday makes a long-awaited appearance, along with a young Charlotte. A whole unmitigated 40 minutes of Oceanic goodness.

Stay tuned!

Not Shaken, Not Stirred, But Boyled

By now, I'm sure even your slightly senile neighbor Bertha has heard of Susan Boyle. It trumps Somalian pirates, economic chaos, and even the newset addition to the Obama household, Bo'bama. Larry King managed to snag this singing sensation for "Larry King Live." For those of you who have been living in a cave, please click this link.

Boyle, 47, has done the impossible--rising from complete obscurity from a small town nested in the British Isles, to win the hearts of the world.

What I ask is this--why the shock, the complete and utter disbelief that an overweight and homely middle-aged British woman cannot hum "Happy Birthday," let alone belt a power-ballad from Les Miserables. Audience members began first to applause, then stand, then cheer, as a national hero was being birthed before their very eyes.

This isn't the first time this has happened. In a previous season of "Britain's Got Talent," a lowely man by the name of Paul Potts told the judges (scowling Simon Cowell included) that he was going to sing "Nessum Dorma," one of the most famous tenor arias of all time, from Giacomo Puccini's celebrated opera Turandot. The judges were again doubting Thomases. Not a one expected an uneducated British man to be able to pronounce an Italian syllable, let alone create a moving work of music and art.

What is it about these unassuming, ordinary people that instill so much doubt in audiences? The answer is as obvious as Tyra Bank's very fake hair color. We (that is to say, scholars and followers of the media) have been programmed to believe only the thin, lovely, and avant-garde have any idea of what art is, and indeed--how to perform it. Beauty comes in unexpected places, but when a society-ordained "fugly" Scotswoman belts out Schönberg--is this cause for media exploitation and international acclimation?

Just a thought.

The "Unusual" Suspects

Can the unusual cast of The Unusuals prove their New York prowess? And what's with the unusual facial hair?

Cop shows have been around for a long, long time. From Hill Street Blues to NYPD Blue, and the original Andy Griffith Show, audiences have been fascinated by the crime crunching men (and women) in uniform. So it comes as no surprise that ABC is trying a new spin on the New York City cop with the premiere of The Unusuals.

It is entertaining enough. Newcomer and ex-Park Avenue Princess Casey Shraeger (Amber Tamblyn) is moved to a new unit after a detective's partner is mysteriously murdered in a park during a shift where she was an undercover - ahem - woman of the night. A man dressed in a hot dog costume is arrested. Police radio quips fade in about a "man in a cape and no pants."

New York is certainly an unusual place, and these crimes do happen. But each character falls flat, each plot line fizzles out before it plays out. You find yourself watching, but disengaged, like an 8th grader sitting in biology class watching a NOVA special on covalent bonding: mildly interesting, but only because of the promise of lunch afterwards. The characters fall flat on their own cliches--LOST's Harold Perrineau plays the one-dimensionally paranoid detective Leo Banks, a man who wears a bullet-proof vest at all times in fear of stray bullets. The awkward, Brady Bunch 'stached Detective Eric Delahoy (Adam Goldberg) finds out he has a brain tumor, and has six weeks to live if it goes untreated.

Though these are all good building blocks, the talented cast fails to deliver the expected quirkiness promised in trailers. Bones veteran writer Noah Hawley keeps dialogue snappy and self-aware, but it is simply not enough to distinguish the show from every other crime and/or cop show with a "new and exciting" twist. Ratings for the pilot were poor, even though its' lead in was the hit show LOST (which was at one of its' highest points last week. Thumbs up, by the way). I wonder--will these gregarious gum shoes find an usual way to beat the barrage of cop and crime shows out there?

(Sidenote: Bring back Pushing Daisies! Please, I beg you, ABC Exec's. It was the only forensic fairy tale I ever liked...)

Bethertainment Weekly Grade: C+

Pace Lifts - Or, How to Improve the Somewhat Struggling Primetime Shows So They're A Lot, Lot Better

As Bob Dylan once noted, the times, they are a changing. We've got a new, tech savvy president who bequeaths iPods to royalty. There are pillow fights on Wall Street. And the once entertaining, freshly piloted network television series I fell in with love so many years ago are approaching middle age. With the wisdom comes creaky bones, weak plot lines, and plateaued characters. Here is my (non) expert advice on how to give face lifts (or, in Grey's Anatomy lexicon, face transplants) to these struggling shows.

Scrubs (ABC)

THE PROBLEM: For seven surreal seasons, I followed Scrubs religiously on NBC. When there was warning that its seventh season was the last, I accepted my fate stoically, without complaint. But after hearing ABC was picking up the quirky cast of Sacred Heart for another season, I had a JD-esque daydream of what this meant for me. Another year of Turk, Carla, and the Todd. A whole new season of ironic jokes and Dr. Cox's penchant for calling JD by girl's names. And yet, the joy isn't there. Zach Braff has been absent in two episodes already (perhaps foreshadowing an ill-advised 9th season without the front man) and the last episode ("My Full Moon") was just about Elliot realizing the American Dream - that when the right man came along, she would throw her talents as a doctor aside for a frilly apron and a family.

QUICK FIX: Though I am loathe to say it, the quickest fix here would be calling it quits at the end of the season. Scrubs has had a respectable run and survived the chop block once. Who knows if its' luck will last. Another idea? Have Turk have a run-in with diabetes that requires JD to wait on him hand and foot. The two will realize their undying love for each other, elope to Iowa, and live happily ever after dancing to "99 Luftballoons."

Grey's Anatomy (ABC)

THE PROBLEM: Avid "Bethertainment Weekly" readers will remember I once blogged about shows that were Jumping the Shark and Healing the Deer. Might you also remember that Grey's Anatomy made that list last season? While the show has proven more interesting and complex with new additions like Iraq veteran Dr. Owen, the show doesn't have the playful self-indulgence it once did in its first and second seasons, flawlessly balancing drama with dark humor, and a McPun along the way.

QUICK FIX: Shonda Rhymes needs to tap into the synergy of the early years of Grey's while finding new ways to develop the characters. Meredith's "dark and twisty" thing has been done, but what about her and Derek dealing with an unexpected pregnancy? Izzy will knit a whole Baby Gap worth of kiddy gear, Christina will get weirded out, and Boy George will fade into television obscurity. Another idea: playing off of the new batch of interns, having them mirror Seattle Grace's first and finest, but making their situations seem utterly ridiculous and trite. Or they could just keep up with the face transplants and robot pig surgeries.

The Office (NBC)

THE PROBLEM: Remember in middle school, when your mom packed you a bologna and mayo sandwich every day for a year? Good the first week, unfathomably dull the next. You were stuck in a lunch rut, and had no way of fixing it. The Office is no different. It's been pulling the Jam/Pim will they/won't they for too long. Dwight is not oddly endearing anymore as much as neighborhood pedophile with a beet fetish. The set-up's are far too obvious. Jim has been making a fool in front of the new boss, Charles Miner. Look who's on the chopping block. And Pam leaving Dunder-Mifflin to work for Michael? I smell financial ruin for the darling Halperts. And chronic boredom from the audience.

QUICK FIX: Have Pam and Jim get hitched, but have them run into an awkward situation whilst they're honeymooning on Dwight's beet farm. Might I suggest a classically biblical Leah/Rachel switcharoo, where Pam doesn't realize it's Dwight come to her marital bed, and not Jim. And what of the peripheral characters? I think we deserve a Creed-centric episode where we find out at least some of Mr. Bratton's dirty laundry.

Family Guy (FOX)

THE PROBLEM: I hate to belittle a show that is so admired among my friends and peers, but this problem has reached the size of a dwarf star. The show. Is. No. Longer. Funny. And I hate to break it to you, college sophomores, but much like Dane Cook, Family Guy loses much of its humor after you graduate college. If everyone could conjure up obscure pop-culture references from the 80's and 90's, would they have a successful show? It's possible. I'm not questioning Seth McFarland here, but in simplified form, all he is is a flashback magpie who gathers seemingly useless artifacts thrown on the side of the entertainment highway. Stewie already killed Lois, Peter has gone from fat to skinny, rich to poor, Meg lost her virginity to Jimmy Fallon. What else is there?

QUICK FIX: Why not take a leaf from South Park's almighty offensive book and make political statements that aim to both enlighten and offend? (Sidenote: "About Last Night..." was incredibly brilliant. I just needed to say that). The show was canceled once. That might have been the better alternative. Here's an idea: bring back Arrested Development, get rid of asinine shows that take movie parodies and Kool Aide commercials to absurd levels.