Showing posts with label television. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Hell's Bells, Trudy


With the Cuban Missile crisis as its backdrop, the outstanding and measured Mad Men concluded its second season with its most satisfying episode yet. It brought Don Draper (swoon) home, and back to Sterling Cooper where he belongs, and made some surprising (and not so surprising) revelations to both the audience and to some blindsided characters.

As the panic of nuclear threat left each character fearful and distracted in their own way, the business of ad agency Sterling Cooper continued, just as the messy personal lives of its employees remained hidden beneath that polished and neat Madison Avenue veneer—a veneer almost as attractive as the characters themselves. But just like the society around them, the unrest is bubbling closer and closer to the surface, and has been just barely restrained in its final episodes leading up to the finale.

The two things I love most about this show is how so much of their dissatisfaction is a result of the world around them. Some (cough, Betty Draper, cough) are practically on the verge of madness and you want to just reach through the looking glass (or television screen) to shake them and shout, “It’s not you! It’s the world around you! Betty, pop a Xanax!” So many of their personal problems could be resolved with just a little more perspective, like when Don (Jon Hamm), dealing with the possible dissolution of his marriage, explains his problems and expresses his fears and doubts to a confidante. When she suggests calling his wife to tell her, he responds simply and without a trace of doubt, “No, that would just complicate things.” Dude, you are about to lose the super hot January Jones (the actress who portrays Betty). Just tell her you love her, damn it! They are so clearly trapped in their time and only vaguely aware of their prison, it sometimes hurts to watch. You want to hand them the key so badly. Never is this phenomenon more painful than it is with Joan, the curvy, mother-hen secretary of the office, whose wits match her stunning good looks. For her, the glass ceiling is more like a glass box. At work, she’s thwarted at every turn toward professional success by less talented men. At home, she’s resigned herself to an engagement with a handsome, successful doctor that looks great from the outside, but in reality is devoid of all love and respect. The dude is insecure, bossy, and so jealous of her sexual past and life at work that he forces himself on her after hours in her boss’s office. And worst of all, there probably isn’t a happy ending for Joan, and wasn’t for most women like her at that time.
The other thing I love about this show is that the characters are so finely drawn, and so complex, that it took me a good 4 to 5 episodes to realize that most of them are, quite frankly, despicable. In the span of an average 4 to 5 episodes, nearly everyone commits adultery, has babies and doesn’t tell the father, neglects their children, and only stop smoking and drinking to commit adultery, have babies and neglect their children some more. But the beauty of the show is that despite all of this (slightly exaggerated here) bad behavior, you can’t help but sympathize with them and root for them as they blindly stumble about trying to make sense of their lives. Beneath Betty’s steely, Hitchockian blonde façade, there’s a vulnerable woman who took all the steps she was supposed to and still can’t figure out why she’s not happy. And beneath the narcissism of Roger Sterling (John Slattery) is well… more self-involvement, but he sure is fun to watch. Especially when he’s headed to the bar or the nearest 20-year-old female, which is pretty much all the time.

The show wrestles with all the great themes, like religion, mortality, and the definitions of personal and professional success, often seen through the lens of the ads the mad men work so hard to create. The acting is almost theatrical (especially the performance of Elizabeth Moss, who plays Peggy Olson, the ambitious young secretary turned copywriter, whose scenes were so electric in the finale); it’s so alive on the screen you’d think the emotions were happening right before you.

I jumped in this season and can’t wait to see what I missed in Season 1. Marathon soon. I’m wondering if I can get away with dressing up in a 1950s costume, drinking scotch and smoking Lucky Strikes all day while living in my parent’s house (They may think I’m crazy though. I’m living in the looking glass, too).

Friday, October 24, 2008

Mad Men


http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/arts/AP-AP-on-TV-Mad-Men.html


Review to come after the Sunday night Season 2 finale! But as the article notes, leading man Jon Hamm will be on Saturday Night Live this weekend. Will be interesting to see him do comedy after being so used to his reserved, chilly manner on the show. I hope they do a Mad Men skit...

Monday, October 20, 2008

Dead Until Dark


At the end of last week, I found myself headed for a long train ride with nothing to read, a precarious position for someone who barely knows how to charge her ipod. I was actually ahead in my galley and manuscript reading for work for the first time in…ever, and had just finished the un-put-down-able “Time of My Life,” by Allison Winn Scotch. Hoping for another score, I stopped into the Borders by Penn Station with the vague idea I might try “American Wife,” by Curtis Sittenfeld, the story of Laura Bush’s life put to fiction. Instead I found myself with the unexpected purchase of Dead Until Dark, by Charlaine Harris, the first in a series of books upon which the new HBO show True Blood is based.

This all happened because I couldn’t find American Wife anywhere, which is always aggravating for people who work in publishing. It’s hard enough to get people to buy books! And to go into a store, looking for a book you know is popular, and not only does it not stand out when you walk in but is not in its proper place in the fiction section? Sigh.

What WAS appropriately placed in the front, due to the popularity of the HBO shows, was Dead Until Dark. Though I wouldn’t normally pick out a mystery book about vampires (despite having been a Buffy fan back in the day) my curiosity was piqued by it’s connection to the show (http://www.hbo.com/trueblood/), which recently occupied me for 6 straight hours on a lazy Sunday afternoon. As the Amtrak train pulled out of Penn Station at 5:45 p.m., I dove into Harris’s campy, sexy world of mind readers, vampires and shape-shifters and by Sunday morning, had polished the whole thing off. So good!

The story is set in the fictional town of Bon Temps, Louisiana, sometime in the near-ish future, where vampires are “out of the coffin." No longer hiding their existence, some try to co-exist peacefully with people (now that a synthetic blood has been developed for them, making it not totally necessary to feed on humans), while others hold strong to their predatory ways. One vampire in particular, Bill Compton, tries to “mainstream” by settling back into his family estate (which was left empty by the passing of one of his descendants) and catches the eye of pretty waitress Stookie Stackhouse. Sookie has a bit of a disability of her own: she can read minds, which has hampered almost all her relationships, let alone a sexual one (try getting in the mood when you know what they really think of your butt, she laments). Though she tries to keep up a mental guard blocking her from people’s heads, in Bill, she finds peace, since for some reason his thoughts remain effortlessly closed off to her. Just as an attraction starts to develop (really, who can resist a dark, brooding vampire who was last human during the Civil War? No, seriously, he’s kind of hot, check out Stephen Moyer http://www.hbo.com/trueblood/ who takes on the role for the show) the unease, tensions and suspicions of the supernatural come to a head in this small town in terrifying and violent ways. A series of murders erupts, targeting women who have been involved with the vamps. Will Sookie be next?

Addictive as the television show, this book too proved impossible to walk away from (even if you are confined to a railway car and don’t have a choice). Memorable and recognizable characters dot the hot, southern landscape, and Harris plays with the town’s reaction to the vampires as a metaphor for racism or homophobia, and the effects of vampire blood as similar to drug use. Finishing the book, you kind of miss the paranormal and captivating world these characters inhabit. Is it weird I kind of wished I could work with Sookie at Merlotte’s, dodge the undead, and hang out with people who remember the Civil War? Probably, but hey, I did say I was a Buffy fan. My only regret was that I didn't have the second installment for the train ride home!