Hank: "Lost" exhausts. It was a vacation in hell, our own wonderful hell, a "Gilligan's Island" getaway for our nervous, criss-cross-wired culture. A bunch of fictional characters clad in grimy gray Gap T-shirts and fitted denim tromped all over the hills and jungles of an illusory, magical isle — a place that stood for about a thousand different metaphors. America, it's so obvious: Millions of you loved "Lost" because you feel lost.
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