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Anyone else hate the last few minutes of Mad Men?

Posted by: James Lileks under Praise Updated: May 26, 2014 - 12:25 PM

Yes, yes, Robert Morse channeling his Broadway roots, I get it. But as I tweeted last night - a pretentious thing to say, yes, but I’m just signaling that I’m reusing material here - it was as if Matthew Weiner wanted to clam a little Dennis Potter territory, and that’ll work if A) you’ve been doing that through the whole series, and B) you are Dennis Potter. There were hallucinations before, IIRC, but I’d forgotten them because they seemed out of place, tacked on, inexplicable and trust-busting. So Don Draper is having psychotic episodes that encapsulate and contradict up the underlying themes of the show, eh? It’s one thing to have hallucinations, but it’s quite another to have them choreographed for your enjoyment.

Other than that, a spectacularly good episode, satisfying in just about every way. Now going over to Vulture to see if Matt Zoller Seitz is pointing out all the telescopes.

Okay, here’s what he says about the ending:

What a good many old-fashioned musical numbers have in common is that they occur in a sort of twilight dream space that's emotionally true but not "realistic" in any meaningful sense, and they're expressing what the characters are feeling, not merely advancing the plot. Bert is looking at Don, whose talent Bert always admired even when he wanted to strangle him. But really he's looking at the camera: at us. This musical number is for us. Don is merely the conduit, or the pretext, for its existence. And it's fun and surprising.

All of which is true, and I still didn’t like it.

On the way out: Sploid looks at the sets of Mad Men.

OUCH A round-up of bad reviews for Adam Sandler’s latest:, from Splitsider:

Blended is a movie with training wheels, where everything is spelled out and the path to Lauren (Barrymore) and Jim (Sandler) moving from ‘I hate you’ to ‘I do’ is lit up like a landing strip in the desert.”

VotD Wikipedia notes: “Compressed natural gas (CNG) (Methane stored at high pressure) can be used in place of gasoline (petrol), Diesel fuel and propane/LPG. CNG combustion produces fewer undesirable gases than the fuels mentioned above. It is safer than other fuels in the event of a spill, because natural gas is lighter than air and disperses quickly when released."

Probably a reason we don’t have it here in the states, available at the local station. Maybe that reason is this:

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