I’m mildly irked by the continued success of the various write-staff of Lost,

terrible writers in every sense of the word but one, in that they have mastery over neither wit nor story.  Oh right, they’re also weirdly dishonest about human behavior.  But the one way in which they are successful is, well, success, having written Promethius and the latest Spiderman and other films I can’t be bothered to imdub.  People like stuff that’s different than me, ooh, spooky.  Don’t care, can’t stop it.  But here’s where I draw the line.  Lost was a failure.  Not just a bad show, but a failed show, with a viewership that dwindled and died as they realized slowly that the writers had no idea what it was about or where it was going, even though they had built a show around the idea that they did.  This is the great unsolved mystery of Lost, that people still mention it in their resumés.  It can be said that the writers are now themselves the show’s spin-off, characters in some story where people tolerate crappy writing and generally nothing happens.

I don’t know who’s writing that show.  I just know who’s watching it.