Something happened to me last week - I fell into the vortex that is Mad Men, that sublime poem to mid twentieth century New York advertising executives and the world they inhabit. However, it was far from a "love at first sight" affair, oh no it was a real slow burner!
I first became aware of Mad Men early last year. Vanity Fair magazine was swooning all over the show but because I hadn't seen it and was unlikely to for several years (! We get stuff quite a bit later here) I just skipped over the articles. Then several more articles appeared and there were write ups in Sydney papers going into great depth about the philosophy and costumes and period detail and ....! It seemed there was plenty to like.
So, I bit the bullet and rented out the first couple of episodes and got about half way through the first episode with my boyfriend. I felt like I was reading a zen buddhist Koan! It was sooo slow and quiet and so what if everyone was wearing twin sets and smart suits with skinny ties!
Then a local TV station showed a fascinating documentary on the original Mad Man: David Ogilvy "The Father of Advertising" and followed it up by showing the first season of Mad Men. Hmmmm...I thought, maybe I should give the show another go. I rented out the first season again and that was it: totally and utterly hooked! The clothes! The wonderful calm paced drama! The historical back drop! The sets! Strong and silent Donald Draper! The luxurious feeling as if you're in a time machine! Joan Holloway's magnificent sassyness! Ghastly Pete Campbell! I could go on and on... and now tragedy of tragedies,: my video shop doesn't have the second season yet. So I just have to sit here and pine away like a schoolgirl with a crush until it is finally released here. Sigh!