Remember a TV show called Lost? It was semi-gnarly for the first eight or something episodes. And then it was like … total shite, and of course meaningless. I never saw a narrative so pointlessly meandering, and I’ve sat through Fellini’s 8½ (1963).
By the second season I wish the plane that crash-landed in the pilot episode would have blown into smithereens. Utter pish. I still to this day don’t know how it ended.
The thing jumped the shark and all that.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 
[…] This started off so well. For seven episodes I was gripped. It was so intricately put together and had a masterful Breaking Bad cliffhanger quality to it. Like most contemporary dramas, though, it crumbled into the nonsensical at its denouement. The last episode was so dire it ruined the preceding madness. Depression kicked in and I was then reminded of how Lost completely … lost the plot. […]