Yeah, so it's two episodes in and I'm already complaining about Lost. And no, I'm not at the "Where's Adebisi?" place yet. Mostly, I prod Lost because I like it, and I think if it weren't for a few maddening tendencies, I'd be able to love it.
Case in point, the season's first two episodes, which easily could have been fused into one episode. I've probably bored all my Lost-inclined friends with how much I dislike the flashbacks, but come on. The backstory we got on Jack in episode one and Michael in episode two added absolutely nothing new to the characters. I understood the point of the flashbacks early in season one – establish characters with dark and complicated pasts; provide deep character development in a short amount of time. But now things are just getting redundant. Oh, you mean Jack is a caring and devoted doctor with a hero complex who has difficulty making leaps of faith? You don't say! Michael is a caring and devoted father who didn't want to give up his son? It's practically tattooed on his forehead.
Take away the redundant and pace-killing flashbacks, and all of a sudden you've got one pretty tight episode, combining Jack, Locke, and Kate's POV while entering the hatch. That way, the tedious "I'm going to draw a line down the middle of this ocean - you stay on your side and I'll stay on mine" subplot with Michael and Sawyer would have seemed diversionary rather than excruciating.
I don't expect or really want the show to answer all my questions about what's going on. That's not my complaint. I like that the answers we've gotten thus far have led to more questions. That's the way it should be. It's the ridiculous padding by the largely pointless flashbacks that drives me up the wall. With a dozen major characters, thirty-odd nameless background players, and half an island full of "others," it's shitty to put the viewer through episodes of Jack's Crippled Wife or Michael's Unrealistically Placid Baby Mama.
Oh, and enough with the numbers, already. Because: really.