The bleakest
While nursing a cold—one of those nasty strains whose main symptoms seem to clear up quickly enough but don’t disappear entirely—we finally put on the dvds of Mad Men we’d been saving for this sort of emergency. (Yes, we had never seen Mad Men until last week but we know who Jon Hamm is.)
Over the years we have watched and enjoyed The Sopranos, Deadwood, The Wire, and more recently, Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad and Homeland, but we can say in all finality that Mad Men is the bleakest of the lot.
Characters don’t drop dead with anywhere near the frequency they do on our favorite shows, but Man Men is more depressing because it is about people who have arrived at The American Dream and discovered that it is empty. They’re not only living a lie, they create the lie, and they’re too invested in it to escape.
So they dull the pain by smoking, drinking and screwing around but they’ll never be saved. The only way out is the window of their 23rd floor office. We gather many Mad Men viewers yearn for those more innocent times when you could smoke three packs a day, have five martinis at lunch and drink openly and constantly in the office without being lectured about your health (Because they weren’t fully aware of the consequences to your health), plus have multiple affairs and commit casual sexual harassment every ten minutes. One thing about that lifestyle: they died young.
Jon Hamm would’ve been perfectly cast as Jay Gatsby. His character Don Draper is already a Gatsby—a man who erased his past, adopted a new name and invented himself. It’s the Great American Novel in TV form.