They're always underwhelming. They're like the last episodes of the "Soprano" seasons, which never lived up to what you expected. The episode had one great visual sequence: the airport. I thought BuzzFeed would have sliced that up into 10 GIFs by now, but it doesn't have anything on the show. Which is telling. A the show leaves behind the Jet-era midcentury swank, those who came for cocktails and interior decor may have peeled off.
It felt as if the enthusiasm and spirit was leaking out of everything, a deliberately weary show that's setting us up for . . . oh, I don't lnow. I don't think the show is leading to anything except January First, 1970 and a slow fade, leaving everyone to carry on. Life only has one conclusion.
The best recap, as usual, is Matt Zoller Seitz' at Vulture.
VotD A reminder that you're either delighted by the sound of shouting massed children's voices, or not:
Odd they can't figure it out.
I don't lament the end of cassette tapes, and a slender iPod is superior to hauling around those brick-heavy Walkmen. (By comparison, anyway.) But there were moving parts, and those are instructive. There were the spindles, which transported the tape, and there was the magnetic-head reader assembly, or whatever it was called. Even if you didn't understand how sound was stored on tape, you could see the relationship between the parts and the result. Now everything just happens when you touch a point on a piece of glass.
The less we understand how things work, the dumber we get.
