Damon Lindelof in today’s New York Times:
Change always provokes fear, but I’d once believed that the death of our beloved television would unify all those affected, talent and studios, creators and suits. We’re all afraid and we’d all be afraid together. Instead we find ourselves so deeply divided.
Read the whole thing. Then head over to Mark Evanier’s website (where I found this) for more on the WGA strike.
It really is incredible how little the writers are asking for, and how unwilling the studios are to offer even that much. Lindelof may very well “be dragged through the streets and burned in effigy” if the strike delays the next season of Lost, but I can tell you this: it won’t be by me. I’m really looking forward to the next season — the third started a little shakily, but damn, what a finish — but this is a fight that needs to be fought and, more importantly, needs to be won by the writers.
The more I read about this, from any point of view, the more firmly and fervently I find myself on the side of the writers.
And I won’t be one of the folks dragging him through the streets, either. I’ll be unhappy if I have to wait that long for more Lost, but, y’know, I’m not going to be “spen[ding] a month or so subsisting on ‘America’s Next Hottest Cop’ and ‘Celebrity Eating Contest’,” as he puts it. I’ve got Netflix, and there are more shows that I want to see (or that I loved and want to see again) than I can actually fit in my queue. Let it drag on, if it has to; I am well-provisioned.