All My MadMen
I got sucked into watching MadMen, like everyone else, because of its attention to detail, snappy dressing and smoky haze. The first season had some interesting “golden age of advertising” glimpses and a couple story arcs that had me coming back for more. Plus, everyone seemed to be watching it, talking about it and referring to it, if not outright revering it. So, like I said, I got sucked in.
Until now.
I finally realized that I’m watching a clumsy soap opera, complete with torrid affairs, double identities, secret pregnancies, and every other implausible story element associated with bad daytime TV. This is Dynasty, Dallas and Knots Landing with older suits. I swear, as I watched the apparently drug-addled Donald Draper Dick Whitman ask his pretend wife if he could take a shower, I thought Bobby Ewing would step out declaring it was all a dream . . . .
