All’s well that ends well, except for the season finale of Mad Men, which totally jumped the shark with Don’s shotgun marriage and, you know, the more I think about it, maybe it was never that good, it’s just we’re desperate for a dramatic show with high production values about adults that doesn’t involve superpowers or lawyers or doctors and we need an escape valve not merely from our oppressive lives but our oppressive times, that we dimly recognize we’re hanging by a thread in pre-apocalyptic conditions but so long as a niche demographic of liberal arts graduates and media elite can watch something together on Sunday nights about a more prosperous era and blog about it the next day, then not everything must be lost, even though most of the characters are pretty one-dimensional and the dialogue is strained and the retrospective sexual politics are thuddingly obvious, but this is all a way of saying that I’m so excited to dress up for Julie’s Mad Men party on Saturday.
LEST WE FORGET THE HORRORS
January 24, 2011
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