On September 22, 2004, a wild pop romance—a torrid affair between audience and story—took flight. 18.65 million viewers tuned into ABC to watch Oceanic Flight 815 crash on a strange island, leaving an eclectic cross-section of archetypes on a vast spit of mystery. Here, on the 10th anniversary of Lost‘s premiere, we remember a first date for the ages.
Produced for $14 million and shot by director J.J. Abrams with Spielbergian verve, the two-hour pilot immediately sucked us into an exotic survival saga and a shrewdly formulated allegory for a fractured, catastrophe-frazzled world. It captured your imagination by promising a journey with global vision, packed with endless adventure and electrifying discovery—and by making you wonder how long this land-locked, no-escape ironic odyssey could last as the kind of perpetual storytelling machine American television requires.
Perhaps part of our attraction to Lost was the implicit danger. We knew we had fallen for this kind of sexy crackerjack before: take Twin Peaks, or The X-Files. We knew it could burn us by turning incoherent over time, or by withholding answers it may never have had in the first place. We jumped into it anyway, hoping for happily ever after. READ FULL STORY