They derided the French for their crazy iron tower. William Seward was ridiculed for buying Alaska. And they said the Twin Peaks movie was a silly idea. Well, what do they know, anyway. We may be deluded in following the long, occasionally yawn-inducing path that is character development on AMC's Mad Men, but dammit Jim, we're not gonna quit now! Sure, last week's episode veered into ersatz David Lynch territory - if David Lynch were doing massive Lithium cocktails and working in public access television (and he may well be). Hell no, we're onto something with the live-blogging and the snark and the witty banter over at newcritics every Thursday night. It's gonna be big, people. Huge. And it's always darkest after the worst episode in any stylish but essentially vapid and historically innacurate series on a B-list cable channel - everyone knows that. Even the whore-children. And besides, I'm out of the driver's seat tonight - the fab M.A. Peel is behind the wheel and she's got quite the psychic Mapquest printout going, let me tell you. She's clutching that map in one hand, and gripping the wheel of that '58 Buick in the other. The highway is alive tonight. Next exit: the Mad Men zone. (Did I mention 10 pm EDT at newcritics? Did I?)
UPDATE: It's a bleepin' repeat. What a head-fake! But we shall return...
