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Even the Devil drinks a Sno Ball and even Mad Men can get hit in the face. "Dark Shadows" just wasn't on its usual high level of awesomeness.
Any episode that prominently features Betty is a lesser episode of "Mad Men." She just isn't as interesting as the show thinks she is, and when she turns up, "Mad Men's" ability to tell stories about bitterness and dissatisfaction becomes noticeably unsubtle.
Have you noticed lately that some celebrity moms are taking mothering to a new level?
The roar of generational change got ever louder in this week's Mad Men, so much so that Roger Sterling plaintively wondered when things will go back to normal.
This week's episode, "Tea Leaves," deals with the passing of time. The constant fear of death and change are both about the fear of being replaced, of the younger honchos taking over as time moves forward.
Betty is someone who has always gotten by on her looks, and without those, who is she? No wonder she sits on the couch eating Bugles, because figuring out that question is incredibly hard.
Henry, Betty's politician husband, to his credit, never once shames her for her changing looks. I can't say the same for "Mad Men" viewers, many of whom appear to see Betty's weight gain as a reason in and of itself to dislike her.
Don's always only been able to focus in on one part of his life. It was always work, now it's Megan. Will he let work go the way he's let his personal life go in the past?
Playing like some disjointed hybrid of Strangers on a Train and The Parallax View by way of Death Wish, Seeking Justice is never terrible - just never...
It's official: With a stroke of California Governor Jerry Brown's pen, the entire U.S. West Coast has now banned the trade of shark fins.
X-Men: First Class is the latest installment of the Marvel film franchise to use comic book action to address some potent social issues.
Mad Men matches these times much better than does West Wing, 2008's Bartlet-like politics of hope notwithstanding. It's just too bad that the mass audience eludes it.
The problem with using the singular brand name "feminism" is akin to using the word "women": It's too big, too vast to cover all the people who either consider themselves some kind of feminist or who are engaging in "feminist" acts.
There must be a factory that churns out action-thrillers the same way a factory produces furniture. No muss, no fuss, and a rotating list of actors who have fallen out of the 'A' list.
I knew we could never be so cocky to think we'd actually figured out Matthew Weiner's next move, but every time (every time!) he manages to shock us, and thank God for that.
