Oh man, y’all. I get a little bit tardy (for the party) with keeping my blog promise, and then Sunday night’s episode happened, which was the usual Mad Men greatness. Until the end, which was easily the ballsiest (and most utterly insane) television Mad Men has put forth thus far. I’m tempted to prematurely insist that this episode was a game changer for the show, but I’m getting way ahead of myself.
Before we talk about the crazy, let’s go quickly recap the highs and lows of the past three episodes. A blog promise is a promise, after all, which means we have to discuss things like jai alai, the sport that Regina George would have a few choice words for if she worked at Sterling Cooper:
Maybe it’s the fact that any discussion of sports is inherently a discussion I don’t care about, or maybe it’s just that choosing such an obscure sport felt like an incredibly forced way of depicting Horace as spoiled to the point of delusion, but I was not having the jai alai plot.
Fortunately, when Mad Men tries to get all sporty and butch on me, they give us Sal talking about his vision for the Patio commercial:
Sal gets so excited about Ann-Margret that he starts camping about his bedroom. Kitty makes a sad-face that is totally heartbreaking. What’s not to adore about this scene? Oh, that’s right: NOTHING!
Also, behold what happens when Pepsi’s bad-idea ad baby shimmies and shakes its way out of the womb: