Even with Lost
still in full swing by the fall of 2008, JJ Abrams
was not slacking off on his work, as was evidenced by the creation of this crazed, insane, barely-comprehensible, murderously funny, gruesome miscreation of wonders.
Four and a half years later, the show is over, and Fox now has a void which they must desperately fill. (I'd hoped The Following
would have been up to the task. Unfortunately, it's really not the case.)
To anyone who still hasn't tried this show out yet, I advise you to please do so immediately. If you don't like it, please let me know - but at least try to get through all of Seasons 1-2 first. Once you start imitating Walter Bishop in order to piss off your family members, I think it's safe to say you're wonderfully addicted and probably in desperate need of such things as Violet Sedan Chair records, homemade strawberry milkshakes in the autopsy lab (with ingredients fetched by Aspidistra
!), modern cars with seats that warm your ass, and the compulsion to yell, "PUNCH BUGGY!!!! Blue...
Anything else? Yes? Sorry, but I can't tell you the rest. There are simply too many spoilers. You've been warned.