Thoughts on Mad Men s7e2, “A Day’s Work”

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Cooper seeing Dawn in the SC&P lobby. image courtesy of Taringa.net

So! Sunday night’s episode puts us at Valentine’s Day 1969. Don is entering month 3 of his leave, and is a damn mess. The hell is he doing? Snoozing the alarm for 5 hours, eating sleeves of Ritz crackers while watching The Little Rascals and methodically marking lines on his booze to make sure he doesn’t overdo it? This is a man who is almost completely adrift without SC&P. He watches his television with a distinct human familiarity – as that form of company when you’re alone. He’s despondent and fervently ogling ads in a magazine, still trying to give himself purpose by working, and working even harder to not lose his goddamn mind.

As he pops on a suit and cleans himself up for a guest, we see that it’s Dawn at the door. He’s been employing her on the side to keep tabs on everything in the office, take calls for him, and we find out for certain that he’s hidden his forced leave from both Megan and Betty. Yeesh. Guess the guy’s really ashamed of the Hershey meeting, and hasn’t quite come around to being totally himself just yet. The moment Dawn leaves, he crumbles; his posture slumps down and he loosens his tie while turning on the television.

This episode had a lot of great moments with Don and Sally, which was much-needed. We see Sally at boarding school, putting on a mean mug teenage jerk personality for her catty girlfriends. Her roomate’s mother just died, so they’ve been granted off campus permission to attend the funeral. Naturally, they’re all being hyper-dismissive and chatting about going to the Village after the funeral so they can get some undoubtedly shitty hippie sandals. Real sensitive, teenagers.. though probably true to life. Sally reminded me a lot of early Betty in this scene actually, in mannerisms and aloofness alike. She loses her purse somewhere along the way and goes to SC&P, to see Don and get train fare back to school. The scene reminds me of that episode in season 4 where she runs away from home and shows up at the office, upset and not wanting to go home to Betty. This Sally, however, is completely sure of herself – she confidently strides right in and makes a beeline to Don’s former office, and is greeted by an unfamiliar, annoyed Lou. Sally is confused, and Lou handles it obnoxiously, which is par for the course; he’s overly pissed that Dawn wasn’t there to absorb the blow, but she was busy buying him perfume for his wife since he couldn’t be bothered to walk away from his damn pastrami sandwich and get his ass to Saks.

Lou Avery is not only a Bland Dad(TM), but kind of a dick. The way he faux-handled Sally coming to the office looking for Don and being completely rude to Dawn about it after the fact was out of line. On the one hand, I get it. He’s had it with Don’s ghost haunting SC&P, but on the other hand, he keeps bringing up ME ME ME ME and “it’s not my problem”, and demands that Joan shuffle the secretaries around to satisfy his needs, with no regard for anyone else. Now, don’t get it twisted – Don is egotistical as well; there were many times in prior seasons where he put his own needs ahead of the agency, and Lou is doing the same thing here, albeit to a much less damaging extent.

We sympathise with Don a little more in those instances since we know about his past, and a bit about why he is the way he is. Since Lou is a new character, I don’t view him with as much empathy as I probably should. Maybe he’s supposed to symbolise that upcoming shift in corporate culture. The days of hard-drinking career-defined, schmoozy suave men like Don and Roger appear to be ending and the rise of button-up professionalism is coming in. He doesn’t appear to believe in a friendly rapport, or rapport of any kind for that matter; he shuts Roger down with a condescending “wow, strange things do happen to you” type response to his (hilarious) story, and then twists the knife with the news that Ogilvy signed Hershey. Message received, a crestfallen Roger retreats to his office. Lou represents that apathetic middle manager who’s there to wait out the clock and get his paycheck. He’s not there to make friends with anyone, he just wants to get on with it. He cares about his job, of course – it’s just not a way of life for him like it is for Don and Roger, or even Peggy and Joan.

Speaking of complete assholes, man.. Cutler? I’m not too hot on that guy. He sufficiently creeped me out last season when he was peeping Stan boning Gleason’s daughter in the office while everyone was on speed, but I generally have always thought he’s a smug dick. Since the merger, it’s as if he’s cherry picking people he really likes from the former SCDP, strategically trying to get the people he wants on his side. He consistently undermines Roger, determined to make Roger feel as useless as possible. He promotes Joan in a moment of well-timed clarity, but also shuts down Pete immediately in regards to a new account, demanding that he report to Bob in Detroit. It was almost like he shut it down entirely because Roger thinks Pete is doing a good job. Roger eventually gives in to Cutler’s opposition when Cooper agrees, and says as much to Pete – but he’s over it when he sees that Joan’s been promoted and it had nothing to do with him. Roger and Cutler end their day in the elevator together. Cutler says that he doesn’t want Roger to be his adversary – it’s framed as an olive branch, but that shit sounds like a threat to me. Forming a prayer circle for Roger Sterling.

Joan’s promotion is definitely well-deserved, and I’m glad she’s getting the recognition she deserves for all that she does. After the end of last season, I thought that she might be grooming Dawn for her position, and it turns out that was spot on. Joan has pretty much had it with the myriad bullshit being slung her way. First Lou is yelling that she shuffle secretaries so he has his “own girl” and not sharing with Don, so to throw shade, Joan pops vacuous Meredith on Lou’s desk. Dawn is out front as the face of SC&P in reception, which horrifies oldschool “I’m not a racist, but….” Bert Cooper. I guess since Cooper was likely born in the 1800s his faux-cern could be understandable, and thankfully Joan doesn’t have time for that bullshit. Then Peggy comes in yelling, and then Cutler busts in asking about Avon, and she’s had enough. At least Cutler promotes Joan upstairs. So to fix all of this nonsense, she promotes Dawn! I can’t wait to see how she fares as the new Joan.

Let’s talk about what an embarrassing git Peggy was in this episode, in one of the most absurd storylines I’ve seen on this show. So. Shirley, her secretary, gets a dozen gorgeous Valentine’s roses. Peggy, only thinking about her own dissatisfaction with her life, jumps to the conclusion that Ted sent them to her (meaning Peggy) for some inane non-reason. She panics, flies into a bizarre rage about it and passes some 6th grade cryptic-ass rude message to Ted in LA via his assistant, and proceeds to be miserable all damn day about it. Shirley and Dawn have a great exchange about all this dramatic garbage in the kitchen. Later on, Peggy unleashes her wrath on Shirley when she admits that her fiancé sent them to her to begin with as Peggy tries to trash them, and it’s super awkward to watch; it’s not Shirley’s fault that she’s happily engaged! Cool it, Pegs.

Peggy was way out of line yelling at her, and managed to turn a basic misunderstanding into the end of the goddamn world and a commentary on her unhappiness with her life at this point. In her overall sadness about how the whole Ted thing went south, Peggy has successfully managed to isolate herself from nearly every ally she had in that office. Ginsberg won’t even hold the elevator door for her, and when she demands that Joan give her a new secretary and Joan wants to know why, she yells back at her like an entitled crazy person. Peggy’s going through some shit, and I feel sympathetic toward her most of the time, but this was just unbearable enough that I’m side-eying her.

Ted looks to be just as miserable, and it’s actually really sad to see. I love Ted. Last season, he brought a much-needed lightness to the other side of the Don Draper equation. That glimmer is gone from his eyes, and he looks completely dejected the few times we see him in this episode. Maybe he’s bitter because Pete is banging his real estate agent Bonnie in the office? Who knows. I wonder if LA isn’t working out for him as he’d hoped. You can move across the country, but your problems will always follow you.

Don and Sally have it out in the car en route to school. I’m glad she grilled him about why he wasn’t in the office. I’m even happier she finally brought up how upsetting it was to be in his apartment building with the distinct possibility of running into Sylvia, when the last time she saw them together they were mid-bonk. So gross. Sally doesn’t let Don bullshit her about what she saw, and though it’s not mentioned specifically, it’s inferred and Don apologises to her.

When they stop to eat dinner, he explains what happened with SC&P and the reasons why he didn’t tell anyone, and Sally softens. As soon as he’s honest with his daughter and lets her in just that little bit, she gives him understanding and tries to help. The final scene in this episode brought me back to that moment in season 6, when Don confesses this to Megan:

“I don’t think I ever wanted to be the man who loves children. But from the moment they’re born, that baby comes out and you act proud and excited, hand out cigars. But you don’t feel anything. Especially if you had a difficult childhood. You want to love them but you don’t. And the fact that you’re faking that feeling makes you wonder if your own father had the same problem. Then one day they get older, and you see them do something and you feel that feeling that you were pretending to have, and it feels like your heart is going to explode.”

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I mean, goddamn. That last scene when Sally says “Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you” as she gets out of the car is powerful. It washes over Don like a profound wave, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the last sentence in that quote. Here is another woman besides Anna who hasn’t shunned him for being honest. Hey Don, maybe forming normal-ass healthy relationships is a good thing. Maybe he’s finally realising what love actually means, rather than it just being a word he says from time to time. Roll “This Will be Our Year” by the Zombies, fade to black.

What is Don’s identity now that he’s not at SC&P? Who the hell is Don Draper without SC&P, for that matter? Who is Roger Sterling now that he’s essentially impotent at SC&P? Who is Peggy without a team who likes her, or love in her life? Who is Megan in LA if she doesn’t succeed? Who in the hell is Ted without an idyllic happy marriage and great ideas at an innovative agency? Who is Pete now that he’s free of obligations like Trudy, a baby and a home in the hellscape suburbs? A sense of individualistic identity and what defines these characters as people will probably be one of the over-arcing themes of this season. It’s been sprinkled throughout the show, and I’m excited to see where it goes in these final episodes.

A final historical note.. Conrad Hilton Jr dies in March 1969 at the age of 42 from a massive heart attack brought on by too much boozing. Don’s around that age, and lives pretty hard himself. Since Hilton Sr had such a bizarre fatherly relationship with Don, I wonder if the death of his actual son will have him seeking Don out again? He never DID get that Hilton on the Moon he was so eerily obsessed with..

And hey, where in the fresh hell is Queen Betty??

Thoughts on Mad Men s7e1, “Time Zones”

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the end is nigh. image courtesy of Deccan Chronicle

Holy hell am I glad that Mad Men is back. I’ve been an avid watcher since the show’s start in 2007, and it’s easily one of the most compelling shows on television. I have immense beef with people who claim it’s “boring” or that “nothing happens”; that’s a nice web of lies! The hell show are YOU people watching? Mad Men is subtle and the characters are multifaceted, I feel as if I actually know these people, which is no simple feat when it comes to writing. The writing on this show challenges us to look a little deeper, to examine things closely, and to know these people. The arcs and themes from episode to episode flesh out the season, and it all comes together to form a tightly-knit bigger picture – which is not entirely in focus until you see it all. It’s sublime. The show is the very definition of a slow burn – we watch these characters learn and grow throughout one of the most insane and formative decades in American history, the 1960s. Boring? Really? Consider yourself side-eyed into oblivion.

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Weiner’s homage to The Graduate and Jackie Brown. image courtesy of imgur

The premiere starts with now-freelancer Freddy Rumsen giving a pitch that is frankly way out of his league, and I immediately wondered if Don was the man behind the curtain, the Wizard of Oz. In breaking the fourth wall, it’s almost as if Freddy is pitching directly to us; we see that Peggy is in the driver’s seat, delivering ideas to the glib Mr. Rogers-esque Lou Avery. The episode is, in a word, dark. To say the very least. We see that it’s only been a couple of months since Don/Dick’s Hershey pitch manpain meltdown the day before Thanksgiving 1968, placing everyone around mid/late January 1969. Here’s a refresher of where we last saw Don:

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“it was the only sweet thing in my life.” (tumbleweeds)

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As I expected, Don seems to be struggling to find purpose during his non-negotiable leave of absence from SC&P, and rightly so; advertising is the only thing he really knows how to do, and do well. SC&P is a place where he was in control, he was calling the shots. What does he do now? Don is still quite early 1960s in his look – clean-shaven and no sideburns creeping down to his jawline. The only sign we see that it’s 1969 in Don’s outward appearance is an ever so slightly wider tie. Working with Freddy as his mouthpiece, we can see that he still cares about the company, and putting out quality work.

Don’s entrance scene is one of his best in the series, I think. We see him en route to LAX, looking impossibly sharp, all set to the tune of Spencer Davis Group’s “I’m a Man”. Despite not being at SC&P, Don still gives off the vibe and posture of being in charge. Megan rolls up in a gleaming emerald Austin-Healey convertible, and the show busts into slow motion as she gets out of the car to greet him in an insanely short dress. What the hell show am I watching again? So stylised! So fun! So.. out of character? Then I remember that all is never as it seems. In a mere few seconds, this scene shows the façades they both put on to appear happy and in control of their lives. In reality, Megan’s fate is decided ultimately by her agent (who makes a rude quip about her teeth at dinner) and Don’s fate is decided by the partners at SC&P. They live on opposite coasts and have separate lives. She lives in a wood-panelled nightmare abode tucked away in the hills, Coyotes howling in the distance, and is nervous about her own husband visiting; there is a ton of tangible tension between her and Don. I’m shocked they’re still married, but I have a feeling that won’t last for much longer once her career takes off. Girl can do better.

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well, this is uncomfortable. image courtesy of Grantland

Man, Roger. What in the hell is going on in your head? Season 6 ended on such a positive note for Roger! He was being welcomed into Joan’s home (with an aproned Bob Benson carving a turkey) for Thanksgiving last we saw, joyfully playing with their mugging-related lovechild, and now he wakes up to a mess of a home the morning after some gross Coachella orgy. Roger is having some late-life crisis where he’s both rebelling against his own mortality, and railing against losing control of his life. He’s been rendered nonessential to the day-to-day at SC&P; Cutler is chomping at the bit to cut him loose on an invite-only event once Ted pops into town unexpectedly. His awful daughter Margaret calls him for brunch, only to offer a blatantly condescending apology. Roger is in a sad state. A man who has lost control of his life, Roger doesn’t know what his purpose is anymore. I’m worried about Roger Sterling.

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 Queen Peggy. image courtesy of Slate

Peggy Olson. I love her, and I had high hopes for her at the end of last season. Too bad she’s reporting to Lou Avery, the dad-joke making schlub that Duck recruited to temporarily replace Don. A man who willingly accepts mediocrity with open arms, which Peggy simply cannot reconcile. Peggy is frustrated at SC&P, feeling that great work isn’t being produced as it once was. While Stan appears to be happy with Avery’s lax standards, ambitious Peggy is a student of Don and only wants to strive and struggle for brilliance. Can you blame her? Meanwhile, she’s still living in that shithole Upper West Side apartment Abe convinced her to buy. I’m really glad she stabbed that guy and all, but I was hoping she’d have moved by now. She’s being bugged by foreign tenants to fix things, and can’t even get a moment of silence at the office since they’re now calling her at work. Peggy is at her wit’s end. She cares about the idea, the real meaning behind advertising, the feeling – and her new boss just wants a paycheck. It’s heartbreaking that she can’t know that Don is still involved in her day-to-day, that someone is watching over SC&P and still cares about excellence. To top it all off, Ted shows up at the office unexpectedly one morning and they have a nice awkward kitchen encounter. Oy vey.

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Joanie is back, in a super-involved business role! After landing Avon at the end of last season, Joan feels a sense of pride that she’s helping the company prosper in a way she couldn’t previously (and hey, she didn’t have to bang hamplanet Herb to make a difference this time around). Joan takes Butler Shoes into her own hands when they attempt to take all of their advertising in-house, and does so with class and persistence. She resourcefully speaks with a Professor about the finer points of business management to fuel her arguments. Joan gains some semblance of control while Kenny appears to be losing his mind. He’s still recovering from the boozy lunatics at Chevy shooting his eye out, and is beginning to crack under the stress of managing all of the accounts at SC&P.

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this hilarious image courtesy of IBTimes

Ironically, the only person who looks like he’s really doing well is another one of my favourites, the ever-absurd Pete Campbell. Pete’s had a rough go of it these past few seasons, and I’m glad to see him finally experiencing a little bit of peace in a place where he truly seems to fit in. He’s escaped the gravitational pull of his namesake and is now living in Los Angeles, a fresh start. This guy now looks like an LA supervillain with that hair and wardrobe. The ex New Yorker has adjusted almost suspiciously well to Los Angeles, and Don experiences what looks like a twinge of jealousy when he sees how honestly carefree and happy Pete is. Greeting Don with a hug is the first sign that something is different in Pete; come to think of it, his whole persona is warmer. Knowing how roughly these two started off working together, this role reversal is a pleasant surprise.

As the episode wraps up, we see that everyone is in fact pretty damn miserable. Peggy collapses onto the floor of her awful apartment sobbing, the hellish sounds of the neighbourhood swirling in the background. She’s lost control over everything that matters, and she can’t even find peace in her own home. Don is sitting alone and sullen on his gorgeous balcony, freezing in the January cold. Roger lies restless in bed with patchouli-stank strangers, his home taken over. Jesus, that’s dark.

I’m very interested to see where this season takes our cast of characters, and this is one of the few shows where I cannot predict a goddamn thing. I want to see Betty, silver fox Henry Francis and Sally in the next episode; they were sorely missed in the premiere. I have so many questions! Will Don/Dick actually deal with his manpain? Will Megan make it big in Hollywood and leave Don firmly in her rearview? Is Bobby still the same actor? Will Pete move out of Miracle Mile? Does SC&P help fake the Moon Landing? Will Peggy finally get the hell out of the Upper West Side and become Creative Director? Is Harry Crane still an offensive boob? Is Margaret on LSD? Is Ken’s eyepatch permanent?! Only time will tell. Thanks for reading!

Thoughts on the movie Joe.

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dat beard. image courtesy of Studio System News

I had the privilege of seeing David Gordon Green’s Joe yesterday afternoon, and it did not disappoint. A key thing about me: I am a die-hard, completely un-ironic Nicolas Cage fan. Ever since I first saw him in the Coen brothers’ masterpiece Raising Arizona, I’ve been completely fascinated by him. Cage makes even the most abysmal movies an actual delight to watch, he’s that talented and dedicated. The guy never phones it in, and takes every role seriously no matter how ridiculous – I’m looking at you, Season of the Witch. And hey, I’m sure The Wicker Man would have been nowhere near as raucously entertaining were it not for his performance.

Joe gives Cage the chance to do something I haven’t seen him do in a long time, maybe since Adaptation at least; strip it way down to bare emotions and subtle nuances. As a character, we can immediately tell that Joe has a dark past; the way he moves, the way he looks at people. Though he works hard, he drinks excessively, gambles, and frequents an anxiety-inducingly filthy whorehouse. Though he has a clear no-bullshit persona, he almost immediately establishes a rapport with Gary (Tye Sheridan), the new kid in town looking for work. Almost as if Joe sees an opportunity to be the father he never could be and guide this kid down a better path than his own, Joe builds a relationship with Gary.

Watching Cage and Sheridan play off one another is captivating; Sheridan is a gifted actor, wise beyond his years. Gary comes from a horrific broken home with an absolute subhuman wretch for a father, drugged out mother and mute sister in tow. They’ve “moved” into a condemned house by simply taking the boards off the windows and doors and squatting; basically, Gary lives in a nightmare with an absolute hellscape to call home. His father frequently beats the holy hell out of him in drunken rages, takes his money, and verbally degrades him. I have never loathed a character so much, so abruptly in a movie before, but Wade is a truly vile man. Gary just wants to help his mom and sister out of that hell, and Wade tries to cut him down at every pass so he can blow that hard-earned cash on a bottle of Night Train.

Then, I started to wonder about the actor behind Wade – Gary Poulter. Earlier today, Nick and I were talking about how Gary Poulter’s performance was so well lived-in and authentic. He was this completely believable drunk mess/homeless person, he had some city miles on him for sure. This was some next-level method acting, as he seemed almost too authentic. I was wondering what he looked like as a “normal” person, and what else he had been in, since he was so utterly fantastic. Turns out Green took a massive risk when he hired Poulter for the flick, because Poulter was a real-life homeless man and severely mentally ill alcoholic. Green stuck to his guns. Though Wade is an intrinsically cruel man, Poulter’s performance really resonates. It’s completely jarring, a once in a lifetime rendition. Unfortunately, the film made noise in the media around September 2013 when Poulter was found dead, and I still can’t believe it now. Yikes. You wonder and hope this role might have turned things around for him, but we’ll never know. It’s sad to think that if this character had been portrayed by, say, Nick Nolte or another well-known older actor, they would likely be nominated for an Academy Award. Something to think about for sure.

The atmosphere in this movie is thick and tangible. You are catapulted straight into this dismal world, where Gary lends just that tiny bit of light; he gives Joe a positive raison d’être. There’s a ton of grittiness and frighteningly real violence with real depth of character; not an easy thing to balance, for sure.

So. David Gordon Green, consider yourself forgiven for Your Highness.