I clearly remember the premier of the original Lost in Space. Even more I remember talking about it with my little friends the next day while we made spaceship models out of cardboard boxes and other found objects.

Now at 60 years old I just watched the first 2 episodes of the 2018 reboot on a Sunday afternoon. Am I going to talk about it with anyone afterwards? No, I'm going to take a hike deep into the backwoods and drink too much beer to try to stop the pain and erase the memories.

And I still have a hangover from mitigating my disappointment over the 1998 motion picture disaster called Lost in Space. What is it about this series that makes it so difficult to do an acceptable reboot? Is this Netflix produced nightmare a sci-fi version of "Springtime for Hitler"?

The one saving grace is that you need a Netflix account to be offended by this snorefest. I don't have one, I watched this on my friends TV while petsitting. I hope the dogs and cats attack me and the chickens peck my eyes out so that I can never, ever make the mistake of watching this bowel movement again.

400 thumbs down!