Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Review: "Mad Men", E11, "Favors"


"Mad Men", Episode E11, "Favors".

The Sixties — The Beat Goes On …

It’s ’68.

There is, there really is, a war going on, which neither Madison Ave. nor unlimited alcohol consumption of the most expensive kind can deny.

This war, this atrocious war, punctures and perforates other proceedings.

“Shields are down to 15 percent, Scotty!”

Vietnam busts up business meetings.

Executives endure political disagreements.

Don Draper has lunch with the heart surgeon whose wife he has bedded. They delicately compare notes about service in Korea. Between drinks Draper says, by way of comparison: *This* war is wrong.

A little more might have been done with that in the way of discussion, argument, follow through.

Mathew Weiner’s strengths do not include follow through.

Remember Pete Campbell mellowing out on grass, last episode, how his face changed? No follow through. Betty plumping up then thinning out? Why? How? No follow through. Remember Betty blond becoming Betty brunette? Again and yet again, zero connect the dots, zero follow through.

Still, wow.

This war is wrong.

What Bill Clinton said to H.W. Bush in one of their debates when the elder Bush attempted to tax Clinton for not being around to serve in Vietnam.

To which Clinton, usually a blabbermouth, simply said: I was opposed to that war.

That shut Pres. elder Bush the hell up.

Moving on:

Peggy has a rat under her couch, which has been trapped but is still alive and leaves a blood trail. Plus it squeaks.

Practical sort that she is, Peggy gets a big orange cat.

Good for Peggy.

NYC is coming apart.

Chaos in the mother country.

The center cannot hold etc…

But an orange cat is never a bad idea.

Still, Don should not have jumped in bed with Sylvia, the heart surgeon’s wife, and certainly not when Sally, his teenage daughter, was staying with him.

Sally witnesses and is freaked by it.

Chaos in the mother country.

Oops I’ve already said that.

Now then, “Mad Men” is not that great by cable standards. It doesn’t deserve comparison to *The Sopranos*, *The Wire*, and much less *Deadwood* for sheer stunning — you’ve never seen the likes of this before — originality.

*Mad Men* gets all manner of undeserved attention. Yet I attend to it.


It’s the sixties.

The Kennedy boys, both of them, have been shot. MLK too.

That war, that war is wrong.

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