Good grief, you guys. Last night’s episode of Mad Men was a little EXTRA, wasn’t it? Sleeping pills, extreme violence, feminism, racism, extortion (of Roger, natch), the mass murder of college students, Henry’s mother’s butcher knife. And that’s to say nothing of Sally and Peggy, duking it out from afar to see who would be named the episode’s HBIC. The results were so close that I think the jury’s still out, actually.
For anyone who was a little underwhelmed by all the exposition of the first two episodes, last night’s show should have been like salve on the harsh burn of narrative constraints. We got ALL OF THE PLOTS last night, so much so that I could barely go to bed. Oh, and JOANIE. How could I forget? (more…)