Television is past its golden age, but that doesn’t mean it won’t circle back again.
Mad Men is back for its seventh and, thankfully, final season. Sunday’s premiere episode didn’t seem to spark much fire or interest among critics, or viewers, with ratings very close to the show’s all-time low: critically acclaimed Mad Men may have been in the past, but is it possible that viewers are getting bored with …
This persistent attitude that media about women is for women and has no universal appeal is yet another reminder of the social position of women. The ‘everyman’ is, literally, a man.
The fact that nothing has occurred has turned the series fundamentally uninteresting.
Mad Men realizes its potential when it mines inequality in greater depth to explore how individuals might contend with it from day to day.
I foolishly consented to a Mad Men marathon over the weekend, forgetting that watching more than two episodes in a row tends to leave me in a state of deep depression and sensory overload due to the rich, layered complexity going on with this show.
The future direction of good television in the United States increasingly seems to lie with cable, where the seasons are shorter, tighter, and richer.
There is only so much denial and revision a psyche can take, whether it’s a person’s psyche or the collective psyche of a nation.
Manhood was defined by career success and the ability to provide one’s family with consumer items.