I don’t think it’s coincidence that this was the episode to reintroduce the concept of Cylon projection.
The structure of “Life and Death” is pretty predictable once you get into the swing of it.
He’s arguably the most important character in Big Love, even if we never directly see Him, even if we never are sure how He feels about the Henricksons.
I’ve speculated before that the show’s writers are interested in their mythology, but probably not as interested as their fans are.
For the first time this season, we feel completely stymied by Lost.
Few shows on TV have as many scenes that feel like they should be dream sequences but actually turn out to be reality as Big Love does.
Genre fiction requires the infodump.
It almost feels silly to complain about how overstuffed an episode was when all of the stuff going into it was as compelling as what happened in “This Place Is Death.”
One of the best things about Big Love is that it’s decidedly agnostic about its purported protagonist.
Battlestar has always had a weakness for Big! Shocking! Moments! that turn out to just be dreams.
There’s a deal we make, we Lost fans and appreciators.
Think about the last time you talked to your mom or your dad or your best friend.
The episode is like a primer as to why we came to love all of these characters in the first place.
In so many ways, this latest episode is Lost at its best.
Sadly, no matter how hard the Juniper Creek stuff tries, it’s just never going to be as compelling as what’s going on at Henrickson Central.
The episode is probably going to piss off a lot of fans, especially coming this late in the show’s run.
I suspect when all is said and done that the history of Lost will cleave it pretty neatly into two different shows.
The third season premiere episode of Big Love is, in many ways, a microcosm for the series itself.
The United States of Tara is an interesting misfire for a network that seems dedicated to making interesting misfires.
I started out 2008 as a paid TV critic with a happily stable and sedate personal life that rarely edged into something all that exciting.