I wonder whether all eighteen executive producers (yes, I counted them) of this movie were sitting around (maybe in a hot air balloon with no burner), trying to come up with a movie idea.

“Let’s do a movie of Lost,” said one. “It’s a big hit.”

“No, we can’t do Lost,” said another. “We don’t have the rights.”

“Then let’s find some old sci-fi thing—you know, by one of those old French dudes—and rewrite it so that it’s like Lost with time travel.”

“Wait, didn’t Lost have time travel?”

“Maybe, but not with Civil War dudes and hot chicks in a crashed plane.”