I spent a good amount buying the two seasons on iTunes, which I regret after realizing that I was in Asia, the center of forged DVDs. But if that means that the show will sustain a longer life because of my monetary contribution, then so be it.
I'm two seasons late and two seasons regretful: Mad Men is sheer genius. This is what America television has hope for after Hollywood lost its golden sheen and the great 90's sitcom went down the drain. Mad Men was described in the perfect manner by its New York Times review -- not overly nostalgic but still retaining a 60's romanticism.
These men are, how you say, baller (I swear I do not use this word; it just encapsulates the Don Juan Draper so well). Chiseled faced and broad shouldered, they're the raw capitalist superman, ready to pump out slogans and lure in profit. They dine at the finest establishments. They smoke every other moment. And they drink until their gray flannel suits exude flammable vapors.
And, they're oh smooth with the words. Our American James Bond.
Yet, they're so flawed -- affairs, health failure, existential loss of self, dirty pasts. It's dramatic and studio lit, but understated enough to be convincing. But before analyzing too deeply the deep discontent psyche of these men, I'll stop and just say you'll fall in love -- a sick disgusting love -- with these men and their women.
So just take a look; the first episode is online for free:
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