Lost in Space
While packing, and taking breaks from packing, I binge watched the new Lost in Space series on Netflix. I’ve always been a sucker for science fiction shows. After the amazing 2003 reboot of the original cheesy Battlestar Galactica (circa 1978) series, I had high hopes for Lost in Space. How about another smart, fun update of an old series. But alas, Lost in Space stays, well… lost.
“Suspension of disbelief” is always a requirement to fully enter the world of science fiction. Some people just can’t do it. If you laugh about the thought of a man flying, you will never be able to appreciate Superman. If you have to argue that warp drive is impossible, you will never be able to fully enter the Star Trek universe. Suspending disbelief in some technology or wild premise, while the film plays, is your ticket to the science fiction joy ride.
Lost in Space is no exception. Suspend disbelief and you may enter. But then it becomes absurdly difficult to stay there. Sloppy writing, ridiculous plot holes and contradictions build up early and often in the ten episodes. And still, I watched it all the way thru.
It gives me hope and confidence. This show got produced and streamed over Netflix. Surely, I can do better.