And some Joan Holloway to the rescue on the side; a spicy, tasty condiment to a very exciting turn of events in the season finale of your favorite (read: only) 60s-era adults and their bad habits and better nature drama.
(And yes, I know I'm a week late, but I don't remember any of you offering to unpack moving boxes for me. BTW, regulars, there's still lots to do so although I'll be posting daily I won't be posting lots. Thanks for bearing with me.)
Would you have ever thought that this group above would be in room 435 of the Pierre Hotel, not a cocktail to be seen, no offices short Harry Crane's media dept. in the bedroom (where the TV is, where I would be natch), no secretaries (because Joan is no one's secretary even when she is someone's secretary).
Just Pete's wife Trudy bringing in "every kind of sandwich and a cake" and Don in the other room attending to personal business. In that way, it's the same ol' story. Don's just that guy you've always hated who can glide into a room and dazzle while you and I toil for hours, like Peggy, in order to get where we wanna be.
But his personal life is shit, thankfully, because it would be impossible to face a guy daily who had it all. Poor Betty didn't do any research before husband shopping. Or maybe, just maybe, Betty was just interested in the wrong list of features. Shiny chrome? Yes. Outstanding maneuverability? You've seen it between the sheets and in the corridors of power.
Husband Don, however, is not a reliable model. Ends up in the wrong garage more often than not and when he does get that right he's usually too checked out to do much more than pour yet another cocktail and undress in the dark.
Betty does much better with the Governor's aide Henry Francis, as she jets off, this time not to Italy to meet Connie Hilton and get her hair piled way high on her dome but to Reno, home of the annual chili cookoff and a city I spent one really dull late September evening in the late 90s. I was there because I missed a connecting flight, but Betty's on her way to a Nevada divorce (more on that chestnut from the past at this link).
So, the marriage starts its long and arduous road to dissolution while what we knew as Sterling Cooper does the same, but there's a new entity in its place that adds Draper and Pryce (yea, more Jared Harris) to the title (what, no Holloway? We know she runs the damn place, give her a piece of the action!) and gives us an entire off-season to wonder about the following ...
What about those left behind? Ken Cosgrove? Paul Kinsey? And what about Sal? Sal needs a job, they need a creative, but Lucky Strike is still and issue (and Lee Garner Jr. is still a workplace sexual predator scared of being outed).
Gives us a wealth of questions to be asking until next year. As usual, for more and new content whether there's a new episode or not, run and don't walk to Basket of Kisses, Deb and Roberta's obsessive exercise in Mad Men exploration.
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