The answer is simple: I’m just not interested in the characters anymore.
- Don’s back to his drinking and womanizing,
- Roger’s rambling (long gone are the days when he had the best lines) and oddness is bringing him close to the doddering fool edge,
- Betty’s just another fat bored housewife waiting for Oprah to start broadcasting about weight loss, having lost all her elegance along with her natural blonde haircolor,
- Peggy’s living with Frank Zappa’s little brother,
- and, aside from a weirdo that turned up for a few moments, the agency doesn’t have any interesting clients.
At least Pete Campbell has his moments. Here’s an interview with Vince kartheiser.
The women’s clothes have gone, as they did then, from Dior-inspired to Mod, but not that well. For instance, adding upholstery beads and red sleeves to Megan’s gown made it ugly, not “of the upmost high style couture.”
Pairing it with your grandma’s 1950s mink stole doesn’t go with Megan’s character. Bill Blass and a mink jacket would have been a better choice. Better yet,
Megan’s coloring and build would look best in clothes inspired by Anouk Aimée (seen in 1965 in this photo, or in 1963), but then we’re talking real couture.
Let’s hope Megan finds Halston before the next formal event.
Back to the Mad Men, I’ve gone from underwhelmed to bored, and now have the show on if I remember, mostly while doing other things (such as making to-do lists). The WSJ still has their Speakeasy, and even their panelists are not posting right away.
Maybe if they brought back Sal and Conrad Hilton…
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