The truth was never on the script. Between laugh tracks and painted horizons, something darker flickered at the edges of the frame. A nation in shock, a cast in limbo, a joke that sometimes cut too close to power. Gilligan’s Island wasn’t just coconuts and pratfalls; it was grief with a studio audience, rebellion wrapped in technicol… Continues…
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