Sure, it's just TV, and it's just Lost, and it's just entertainment, but what a wonderful review!
Salman Rushdie, and Gottfried Liebnitz, and Soren Kierkegaard, and Dante!
When reviewers are saying things like this, we've moved beyond simple entertainment; we're definitely in the realm of Art:
One wonders if the entire season 6 side ways story line will model the general thematic thrust of the castaway story, but with different incidents and events — a gritty, more down-to-earth version of the mythic, larger-than-life Island epic, like how Dorothy's adventure in Oz was a fantastical extrapolation of her life in Kansas. Lost also loves its Alice in Wonderland references, and so we recall that Lewis Carroll's sequel to Alice's Adventures In Wonderland was entitled Through The Looking Glass, which begins with Alice gazing into a mirror and wondering if it could be portal into a topsy-turvy Otherworld. The book itself is a cracked mirror reflection of the previous book — the same story in essence, sharing similar if not identical themes, just rendered with different incident and detail.
I left my weekly soccer game early; as I was walking out the door, my teammates asked: where are you going?
I'm going home, I said. I made a promise to myself, that I was going to watch the last season of Lost.
And so I am.