Spoiler alert to all you non-US residents.
I used to blog about Lost, mainly because doing so helped me make sense of what I was seeing. This season, I haven’t been feeling it, however. Confused, that is. Somehow, the storyline has been going down rather easily, perhaps because I’ve been using “closed captioning” and also have been able to stop and rewind on my DVR when something confuses me, thus resolving any confusion right then and there. As a result, I’ve been able to watch and then set it aside until the next week.
Until this past week, that is.
This past week, I watched from Colorado, without benefit of closed captioning or my handy dandy DVR. And the ending left me rattled. The entire time, I was expecting Kate’s son to be Sawyer’s. I guess that makes me naive. But whatever. At the end, when the little towhead says, “Hi MUMMY” and Kate takes him in her arms and says, “Hi […………..] AARON”, I was too knocked-over to really absorb it. I really hadn’t been expecting that. Again, call me naive. But whatever.
When I came home from vacation and finally rewatched the episode last night, I knew what to look for, and when the final line came, I was anticipating it and was thus able to absorb its full impact.
This is the baby she’s been passing off as her SON? Claire’s baby? Turniphead? Putting aside the daytime television-esque-ness of it all, this moment was dripping with creepiness, as if Kate had suddenly turned into Rebecca DeMornay in “The Hand That Rocks The Cradle”.
I seriously had a sick feeling in my stomach from it. Literally. I woke up sick this morning. Still went to yoga, as noted earlier, but I did feel nauseated.
Honestly, I probably can’t blame my funky tummy this morning on Lost, considering Adam had a minor stomach bug yesterday, but whatever. I’m still creeped out and anxious to see where that story goes.