Considering we are in the midst of a revival of the golden age of television, I will be taking a break from film to talk briefly about the new HBO series, The Leftovers, brought to us by the man whose work I love to hate, Damon Lindelof. After being blasted with the promo for three months in a row, we’re finally left with an actual look at this new series which tries to answer the question of why 2% of the worlds population decided to just get up and Houdini the fuck out of here. It’s the sort of premise that I’m totally into. I’ve been into mysteries for as long as I can remember but sometimes Mr. Lindelof tries way too hard to be mysterious. As long as aliens don’t pop up, I feel like this is an idea that hopefully will get me to ease up on the man.

Well, huh?

I have no idea what is going on in this. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing though. I’ve always been into not having things spoon fed to me on a silver platter. I like to try to figure things out for myself. The first episode revealed the big disappearance and the aftermath three years later, but that’s about it. We don’t really know exactly who the GR cult is or what they want although I’m sure it has to do with the fact that they didn’t ascend to some other plane of reality. The show speculated on why there are rabid packs of dogs running around and honestly that makes sense. It seems to be symbolism of chaos and order, a dilemma that police chief Garner, played wonderfully by Justin Theroux, seems to be wrestling with. The end of the episode was in my eyes a very good sign that Garner is starting to see things clearly. He chose order over chaos.

Very intriguing show so far that has sunk its hooks into me. It isn’t a groundbreaking show yet, but it’s certainly something to think about and take a journey with.

SUDDENLY I’M HIT.