You were a great show. I loved watching you every week. Then you ended and I was mad.
Really, really mad.
I recently got a chance to watch you again on Netflix, and I realized something.
I shouldn’t have been mad at you.
Thanks to Netflix, I was able to watch you without commercials, without much interruption. Instead of waiting somewhere between a whole week or even months for a new episode, I was able to watch your whole story a couple of weeks.
Instead of having time to come up with my own ending for you, I knew the ending you were heading towards. I knew it from the beginning.
And it worked.
I know it won’t work for everyone. I don’t expect to get much agreement from folks. Heck, if you would present this to me in 2010 I would swear it was a forgery.
Still, speaking for myself, I don’t think you failed, Lost. I think you suffered from your first method of presentation: An hour’s worth of TV entertainment impaled by commercials show each week, spanning years.
You were clearly meant to be a movie that could be shown as a four-day marathon, which a viewer can take in at their convenience.
I love you again.