Lost
Twenty years ago, I felt empathy for the passengers of Oceanic Airlines Flight 815.
A year before, our lives had been altered again when my late mum suffered life-changing injuries in hospital, which had parallels with a childhood trauma. Subsequently, she had been moved from a rehabilitation centre to a nursing home and I was battling for justice (with or without the support of family and friends).
Lost resonated with me in a way no series had since The X-Files! Both series start with two of the best pilot episodes ever made for television. JJ Abrams (Star Wars: The Force Awakens) makes a suspenseful movie for the small screen as he deftly introduces a large ensemble: adrift on a mysterious and dangerous island.
The island, a character in itself, was akin to a haunted house thrill ride from director Steven Spielberg (Jaws). The ‘monster’ drew a worthy comparison to the first T-Rex attack in Jurassic Park.
In December 2006, I joined X (formerly Twitter) to discuss fun theories with fellow fans (many of whom have remained friends) sans the commodified toxicity so prevalent in a post-pandemic world. For four seasons, I was gripped.
As autumn begins in the northern hemisphere, it’s time to get lost again on Disney+…