How I found Lost
I have a somewhat embarrassing admission to make regarding one of the most popular series in TV history: I never watched a single episode of Lost. Not a one. Not even part of a one. And it's not because I had a particularly compelling reason for not adding it to my TV rotation; I think it was only a victim of an already-filled spot on my dance card Tuesday nights.
But the Lost series finale was tonight -- a Sunday night, with my dance card wide open -- and I finally succumbed to my growing fascination about the show that many of my friends were fiercely loyal to from the beginning. First I watched the special lead-in program that ambitiously provided the characters' back stories for the past six years, and it was done so well that I had tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat during many of the sequences. It secured me as a first-time Lost viewer for the series finale, which I admit is like watching the Super Bowl every year without watching any of the regular season games -- times a thousand.
So, what was it like to watch my first episode of Lost on the last night of its run? In a word: Amazing. The lump in my throat that I had watching the preview solidified during the finale. And my watery eyes were beyond containment through much of it. The acting, the writing, the directing -- and those damn violin strings tugging at my heart strings in practically every scene -- left me a weepy mess by the end.
Looks like I may be spending my summer on Lost island, catching up with what I missed for the past six years. Oh well, better late than never, I guess.
But the Lost series finale was tonight -- a Sunday night, with my dance card wide open -- and I finally succumbed to my growing fascination about the show that many of my friends were fiercely loyal to from the beginning. First I watched the special lead-in program that ambitiously provided the characters' back stories for the past six years, and it was done so well that I had tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat during many of the sequences. It secured me as a first-time Lost viewer for the series finale, which I admit is like watching the Super Bowl every year without watching any of the regular season games -- times a thousand.
So, what was it like to watch my first episode of Lost on the last night of its run? In a word: Amazing. The lump in my throat that I had watching the preview solidified during the finale. And my watery eyes were beyond containment through much of it. The acting, the writing, the directing -- and those damn violin strings tugging at my heart strings in practically every scene -- left me a weepy mess by the end.
Looks like I may be spending my summer on Lost island, catching up with what I missed for the past six years. Oh well, better late than never, I guess.