By: Connor Lenahan
The fictional Oceanic Flight 815 crashed on September 22nd, 2004. I would have been in fourth grade at the time that Jack Shephard and Co. arrived on the island that would change their lives forever. For years following the world was treated to a tale of mythology, secrets, twists, and brilliant story featuring amazing characters. This is the ten year anniversary of Lost.
It’s incredible to realize that Lost premiered ten years ago. I wasn’t watching at the time – I was only 10 years old – but I vaguely remember hearing about the show. It wasn’t until a few years later in early 2008 that I began watching the show. Lost became, with 24, my favorite drama show of all time. The key was that I may have accidentally timed my watching of Lost perfectly. By working my way quickly through seasons one through four only a few months after the fourth had ended I was able to be in my living room on the night of the season five premiere and watching in real time.
I am a gigantic fan of binge watching television. I intentionally waited for Breaking Bad to end before beginning it. I am currently doing the same with Mad Men. I did this with True Detective and House of Cards just a few months ago. I want to be able to consume the story all at once. Yet Lost was different. Lost became my weekly obsession before my life got remotely close to how busy it is today. I turned my younger brothers and everyone else I could onto the show. I started to count down the days to each new episode like I do for football sundays. No show other than Lost has been able to make me do this before or since. This was because Lost was freaking great.
Today marks ten years away from the pilot episode, “Pilot,” which is widely considered the best pilot episode of any show in history. I do not disagree with this in the slightest. It’s a rarity to be sold on a story by the first episode. Lost’s beginning hour (really two) gives enough intrigue and mythology not just to carry the stellar first season but a lot of the series overall.
It’s been far too long since I’ve sat down and watched the series from beginning to end. There was a few years after it ended – at least from 2010 to 2013 – that I would re-watch the series finale on the anniversary it ended. This spring I didn’t. I think my subconscious did it on purpose. I accidentally distanced myself from the show in the past few years. I think it was just a matter of fatigue from the show. Lost took over my world for years. Literal years. After a while, after focusing on something for long enough, you need a break.
Now the break will probably end. I stepped away from Lost for years because it was either “just over” or “not yet time” to re-invest in it. Then today I was reading around the internet and saw posts about the tenth anniversary of the pilot and started to think about the series. I started to think about how I oddly connected with John Locke and his attitude towards life despite living in a wheelchair. I thought about how incredible of a character Sawyer was. I thought about how, to this day, Desmond Hume and Daniel Faraday would make it high onto a theoretical list of my favorite television characters ever. I thought about how Ben Linus would be just behind those two. I thought about how a television show has never given me as much joy as the on screen death of Charlotte – a moment that physically caused me to leap on my bed in excitement. I thought about how the story was original, and beautiful, and dark, and funny, and entertaining, and engaging, and awesome. I thought about how Lost was just the absolute best.
That’s when I realized I need to start watching Lost again. I’m just far enough removed that the major plot points are not far from my memory, but minor details have escaped me – at least with immediate recall. You could ask me about what happens late in the series and I could give you a summary. If you asked me about the back story of Boone I would have no idea. If you asked me to name more than three members of the Tail Section of the plane I could give it an effort, but probably fail. That’s got to change. Lost is now at a point that it’ll feel new again. And really, of any show, is there any better feeling? Especially for Lost.
So ten years gone from the most incredible fictional plane crash in history it’s time to do it all again.
We have to go back, Lost, we have to go back.