Finales of TV series are tough to pull off. Let's all agree. That said, Matthew Weiner, creator of Mad Men, and his team pulls off a finale by capturing hearts and minds, and also with closure.
I can hardly wait for the series finale. Fans may predict what's planned, but as former heavyweight fighter Mike Tyson had said, "Everybody has a plan until they get hit." And I expect we Mad Men fans will definitely get hit.
Don, Roger and Joan are all experiencing somewhat, how Ken Cosgrove must have felt while working at McCann.
With just two episodes left after this one in the life of the series, most of the characters seem set in their trajectories, save for one. You can guess who that is.
Now, with only three episodes left in the series, Don is free to explore in next week's antepenultimate episode, "Lost Horizon," his own private paradise free of the shallowness and hypocrisy from which he's been becoming alienated. (
It was 2007 when Don Draper, figuratively depicted in the show's elegant opening titles, began his long fall through the 1960s, passing through the best of the materialist America he helps spin into being on his way to ... what?
Neighbors may not be a particularly well-thought-out film (huge third-act problems). But it has some of the biggest sustained laughs of the summer.
Thank you, thank you, anonymous benefactor (Gary? Was that you?). How privileged we are to be privy to the uncensored inner thoughts of all these talented actors. We just had to share them with the world.
I've got paintings of redheads on my walls and seek out gifts and cards with photos and drawings of those luscious locks. So naturally, I took notice when I saw the ad on the back of an LA city bus -- a fetching, red-haired woman named Tanna Frederick was starring in a play called The Rainmaker.
The popularity of the hit drama Mad Men has almost single handedly brought 1960s-style home interiors back en vogue. From furniture to wallpaper, the retro style of the mid-century modern era is suddenly all the rage.
What's Scotch got that rum hasn't got? Rum has been an "on the brink" spirit for ages, but its breakthrough may finally be nigh.
I turned 50 last week. My younger friends smiled sympathetically and offered hugs, as if I'd just received a cancer diagnosis. Older ones grinned conspiratorially, as if I'd suddenly succumbed to their evil charms and crossed over to the dark side.
Writer/director Sally Potter has switched the shift typical of films set in the 1960s from personal and sexual enlightenment to stone-still disillusionment in Ginger and Rosa, which begins with the mushroom cloud of Hiroshima.
I was in Rio to cover the Diageo Reserve World Class global bartending final. She was in Rio to promote Johnnie Walker's high-end Blue Label whisky, for which she is the spokeswoman. I scored an interview with her -- a five-minute interview, but an interview nonetheless.
Just when you get complacent with the status quo, Weiner purposefully pulls the rug out from under you. It might not always be elegantly done, but it's usually effective.