Hey Chris, hear that sound? No, it's not Saul Berenson reciting the Kaddish, Sally Draper weeping for the loss of her innocence or Tywin Lannister congratulating himself on summarily dispatching his enemies. Rather, it's the buzz of anticipation surrounding this year's primetime Emmy nominations, which will be announced tomorrow morning.
Each annual Zeitgeist video, coming in at under three minutes in length, is a compilation of what Google and Whirled ascertain as the most compelling images of the past year (largely based on numbers of Google searches) via one emotionally magnetic video that never fails to go massively viral.
Years after having lost the High Line to Diller Scofidio + Renfro, Zaha Hadid has just landed a commission to make her mark on the elevated train trac...
Are you overwhelmed by the numbers of books you see suggested for you on summer reading lists and decide instead to binge-watch Game of Thrones?
In this era, with movies more globalized and insistently present in the culture than ever, three iconic cinematic figures are very much front and center, their latest movie outings from last year and this in the all-time top 10 in worldwide box office.
I'm a huge fan of Breaking Bad, The Sopranos, and other long-form dramas about morally complicated characters. Against that backdrop, I couldn't wait...
Already I sense a collective worry, panic -- how would these characters live without Don Draper at the center, calling all the shots?
Mad Men's season six was a bit of a slog. But we have arrived at the place where we want to be, the very edge of the show's final season.
Obviously, Mad Men revolves around Don; and this is the season that has explained in fullest detail how and why Don Draper is the opposite of how he has presents himself.
His colors are often contrary to what photographs show. Skies become verdant greens, rare reds and even majestic purples. His land shimmers in searing blues and fiery yellow.
As it so often has in the past, "Mad Men" took my expectations and subverted them as it expanded my idea of what the show could do or be. I'm still picking my jaw up off the floor.
One of the greatest TV series of all time has just one episode to go in its divisive sixth season, and just one season left after that in this epic novel for television.
Don Draper doesn't kill people. He doesn't cook or deal drugs. He doesn't oversee an organized-crime syndicate. Hell, he doesn't even use the F-word. But there's no question he's a bastard. He lies. He cheats. He undermines his colleagues in ways both overt and underhanded. And yet, in spite of it all, there has always been something about Don that makes us love him anyway. We know what a scoundrel he is, but we just can't quit him.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon...
Tonight we found out that Bob is not truly a product of the great state of Wisconsin (your loss, Cheddarheads). His identity is as thin and fragile as the pathetic map tacked up on his office wall.
My husband doesn't hate Mad Men. He likes it a lot. Not as much as I do because my like borders on obsession and fixation. But he likes it. What my husband hates, is me, after I watch Mad Men.