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Showing posts with label Mad Men. Show all posts
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Sunday, June 23, 2013

Serial Monogamist (har har har)

There was a really great post on Vulture the other day about TV shows you've divorced this past year. Shows that you once really loved but finally quit this year for one reason or another -- declining quality, not enough time, whatever.

It got me thinking about all the TV shows I watch (or have watched) and my relationships with them. Here's the inventory, accompanied by appropriate GIFs because I can't help myself:

Mad Men: That guy you started dating because he dresses really well and has a good reputation and is intelligent but lately you've started realizing he's kind of a pretentious d-bag who says #dafuq-tastic things. You still like him, you'll keep dating him, but you talk bad about him to all your friends meanwhile.

The good times...
But now whenever you hang out it's like...

Homeland: Your one true love, you're made for each other. You're in this for the long haul, there is no turning back now. He did something bad recently but made up for it but everyone was like you need to break up with him, he's a horrible person, and you were like, hey, people make mistakes. Still, every night you pray that he's gotten his act together. It's complicated but it's not. Which means it's complicated... I guess.

It was love at first sight...
 And he loved you, too...
 Bliss and happiness, everything was perfect...
But then...
Ugh...
But as long as there's this, everything will be okay...

Breaking Bad: He's so fun! You went on a crazy weekend trip together and were inseparable for a while there but then started to drift apart and now you haven't spoken in like six months even though you keep meaning to call him.

Hannibal: You think he might be suicidal and you worry for his sanity but he's so beautiful and says really intelligent and thought-provoking things all the time. Every time you see him he looks like he badly needs a hug.

All the time with this guy...
And you're just like...
 
Scandal: So fun to hang out with but he's pretty shallow. Not much under the hood if you catch my drift.

SO fun in the beginning...
But then you're like, wait what?

The OC: High school boyfriend you look back on now and smile at how much fun you had but thank God you realized there were so many other fish in the sea.

Friends: Best friend for life. Always makes you laugh.

Grey's Anatomy: A really abusive relationship that started out great and awesome and then slowly decayed into something sordid and horrible. You finally cut it off a year ago and have never felt better. But you keep a box of stuff that reminds you of him and look at it every night because the good times really were good.

 Your get-a-grip friend was onto him from the beginning...
So you were like...

Girls: Hilarious hipster guy that you were really into and then his OCD relapsed and he started acting really erratically and shoving Q-tips in his ears and you were like, whoa dude I don't know if I can handle that. Still waiting to see if he recovers...

It was a lot like this...

My So-Called Life: You want to marry him because he's so perfect but he died young. So basically you want to marry a dead person.

Rapturous love...

Enlightened: You want to marry him because he's so perfect but he died young. So basically you want to marry a dead person.

Shameless: He's kind of bipolar and goes through lots of mood swings. One time he did this really unexpected thing and it was so moving. Then five minutes later he streaked through the streets and everything was back to normal.

Happy Endings: Casually dated and then fell madly in love and then he died. RIP.

First it was like...
And then he died and you were like...

Gilmore Girls: Quirky high school boyfriend you still really like and every time you go home you hang out. But it could never work out because you still get ragey when you think of that thing he did toward the end of your relationship. Ugh.

He just... got you...

Orphan Black: You had a very brief fling and it was fun but now everyone won't quit talking about it and you just want to crawl in a hole.

You're just like...

The Americans: Friend set you up and said you'd really hit it off but you went on three dates and realized it just was not gonna happen. So you stopped returning his phone calls, even though you feel kind of guilty about it.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Such great hypes (or, The Thin Line Between Love and Hate)

In my magnum opus a few months ago about the "state of television, the state of me" I went on and on about how I'd like to stop drinking the haterade and be less overtly critical of the television shows I watch.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. How's that working out for me? Well, how much time do you have?

A few weeks after I wrote that, Mad Men's sixth season debuted to a hype and buzz so large and overwhelming it almost made me nauseous. Even if the premiere had been OMG AMAZING it would have been overkill. But the two hour season premiere was just pretty meh. B-grade, nothing special.

Some critics bought into that hype, hailing it as a fine mini-movie of sorts, an existential rumination on the nature of life and love and death. Others were less enthusiastic. This was a gloomy season premiere, and it would turn out to foreshadow just how depressing and blah this season (which ends Sunday night) has been.

As the weeks went by, I found my eyes hurting so badly from how hard they rolled at the anvillicious dialogue (a photographer to Don: "just be yourself"); or the truly wtf-eriffic drug trip episode "The Crash"; or the Grapes of Wrath-esque, overly defined and symlolic flashbacks to Don's brothel beginnings; or Don's rumination that "every time this company gets a car account it turns into a whorehouse." Like, okay, Matt Weiner, we all went to high school, we get it.

This season was the first of Mad Men that I'd ever watched in real time, as it aired, actually able to engage in the conversation surrounding the show. And boy is there conversation. Twitter Sunday nights is basically just one giant #MadMen party. Then come the recaps (how many do you want? how many do you really need?). Then the GIFs. Then the recap of the recaps (I kid you not). Then the recap of the comments on the recaps. Then the think-pieces.Then the think-pieces on the think-pieces ("What our theories about Megan Draper being Sharon Tate say about us"). It's Mad Men-ception. Then it all starts over again.

FOR TWELVE WEEKS.

Oh my God, after three days I was about ready to just disengage from it all. Maybe I wouldn't have minded it so much if the season had actually been season one-level terrific (and season one is absolutely terrific, which I rediscovered when I rewatched a few weeks ago; the differences are stark from this season's mediocre outing). Or just not so very average. Maybe if I was a Mad Men superfan I actually would have loved it.

(I read something really insightful a few days ago that posited that some people love a show and its characters and its world so much that just the episodes are enough for them. Others watch to see good (or, occasionally, great) TV. So just inhabiting that world is not enough. I think everyone has that one show where we're not exactly oblivious to the criticism but we just don't see it. There's something in our head and our hearts that subconsciously blocks it out. If you've ever read Tom & Lorenzo's Mad Men content you'll know that their show is Mad Men. (Coincidentally, mine is Homeland.))

Alas, Mad Men is not my show. Or at least not this season. It's true that a lot of my disdain from the season has come from its mediocre narrative direction, misuse of characters, eyeroll-worthy dialogue, and overall staleness. It was the feeling that I had seen all this before but done so much better. Every year showrunner Matt Weiner says he just puts everything on the table, all his ideas, and holds nothing back. After watching this season all I can say is "Really? This is the best you got?" (And also some of my disdain comes straight from my disdain for this man, whose ego wouldn't even fit through all the doorways mentioned this season.)

But a lot of my disdain for the season was just intensified by its omnipresence. It was everywhere. I could not escape it. And the hype for the season was completely disproportional to how good it actually was.

Tatiana Maslany, the lead actress of the new BBC America series Orphan Black, has also been fed and re-fed into this hype machine. She plays several different characters on this show about clones and makes it look pretty easy actually. I binge-watched the whole thing in one weekend because I'd heard such great things about her performance and I was not disappointed. It's a breakthrough role and a wonderful performance.

So for two days I was like, cool, a new show that I can watch that has a kickass female character (well, actually several characters) at its center.

And then, like the beast it is, the hype came in. Coinciding with the beginning of Emmy season, suddenly Maslany was all over Twitter, Tumblr, blogs, you name it. Then people started tossing around words like "perfect" and "incredible" and "the best thing on television in years" and... wait for it... "best actress alive."

Which, I mean... I cannot with that. After a few days' distance from the series I began to become a bit more disenchanted with the debut season, which was great but by no means spectacular, or really even close.

Add in a few weeks' distance and some great hype and now I'm just plain annoyed at how overhyped this performance is. It is a great performance, but I've seen better. I've seen better in the last six months even (*ahem* Emmy Rossum, supremely underrated on Shameless).

It's incredibly frustrating for me to see these pieces online, to see these critics and journalists exaggerating the brilliance of any one show or actor. Because no show, no actor can ever be that good. Prop something up on a pedestal, hype it to the moon and back, and inevitably it will fall, inevitably someone will feel the need to take it down a few (or a few thousand) notches. It's our way. It's our vicious cycle. This is how backlashes are born.

It's a very thin line between love and hate. Between bringing attention to something or someone worthy and saturating the medium so entirely with their image that we scoff and turn away. And critics wonder why people hate Lena Dunham so much.

For a performance as career-making as Maslany's (make no mistake, this is a career-making performance, and the focus on getting her Emmy recognition is grossly misplaced, because that seems kind of inconsequential in the grand scheme of things; I'd posit that her not winning or getting nominated for an Emmy would actually raise her cult status more, and cult status in 2013 is nothing to scoff at), it troubles me to see what should be a wholly appreciated performance so overhyped and worked up that nothing could possibly live up to it. "Best actress alive"? Seriously?

Perhaps the most troubling is that these things are of course cyclical. If Maslany is not nominated for an Emmy next month rabid fanboys and fangirls with curse the day voters were born and then forget about it in a day and a half. When the Next Big Thing comes along (remember Jennifer Lawrence mania a few months ago?) we'll forget about Maslany, too. I can see the headlines now: "Greatest actor to ever breathe in the history of the world and why you're a moron if you don't think so." Meanwhile, Mad Men's season ends this week and we'll be treated to a few dozen meta think-pieces before we stow away our Don Draper shrugs for ten months (although Breaking Bad's final season debuts in August, and while I'm told the hype isn't as deafening for that series, never say never for a final season of a fanboy-crazed series).

Eventually we'll come down from these lofty heights, either by force or just through sheer indifference. What will the next shiny thing be? What new thing will we be capture our ADD attention spans for twelves weeks? What will be our next obsession, our next love/hate?

I would say I'm waiting with bated breath but I'll beat everyone else to it.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Autopsy of a Female Television Character

First, a few basics. For fear of venturing too far into "the Oxford English Dictionary's definition of [blank] is..." you should know that "autopsy" means "see for yourself." This is actually quite significant, for this autopsy today will demonstrate what years of relative progress have obscured in leagues of female television characters. If you wish to deny the evidence, just see for yourself.

An autopsy is performed with respect and the pathologists here today take their task, and the body present, seriously. They are not vultures picking over the dead. You might say they stand in stark contrast to the female's male contemporaries, but that's neither here nor there.

Pathologists wish primarily to gain answers about the body they are investigating. Curiosity and satisfaction at learning the truth, at getting some answers, prevail.

We begin by inspecting the outside of the body, noting the following characteristics:
  • Race: the overwhelming majority are Caucasian; minorities are precariously rare.
  • Sex: yes, she should be sexy.
  • Hair color and length: usually long so as to show she's a woman and differentiate her from her contemporaries. If it's short, she's probably proving a point and its length has been a minor plot point at some juncture.
  • Facial features: will usually be wearing makeup, even though she's dead. A woman is rarely seen without makeup, even if she's just woken up. If she's not wearing makeup, then Something Is Up. She might be having an emotional and/or mental breakdown, and someone will always mention that she "doesn't look like herself" or "looks tired" (see exhibit A below).
  • Approximate age: no older than 45, unless she is on TV Land or is named Meryl Streep. (Just kidding, Meryl would never do TV.)
  • Any identifying features: possible examples include a mole or less-than-perfect teeth (exhibit B). These marks are important as they are usually the woman's trademark (e.g. "Megan Draper and her hideous teeth").
Homeland's Carrie Mathison looks rough.
Google suggestions for Mad Men's Megan Draper say it all: see for yourself.

After superficial examination (which is about as far as most of her contemporaries ever cared to go), begin by making a Y-shaped incision, starting at the shoulders, meeting at mid-chest, and going down below the waist. Cut the cartilages that join the ribs to the breastbone to open the chest cavity. Note the size of the women's breasts: this is a good indicator of her physical desirability and therefore overall worth to her contemporaries (exhibit C).
On Mad Men, Joan Holloway struggles to be seen as more than just a well-endowed secretary, 
but she recognizes their ability to get her attention, whether positive or negative.

Once the chest cavity is open, examine the lungs and then the heart. The lungs often show signs of damage--they may be black or shriveled--from the woman's chronic trouble breathing due to persistent scrutiny from her male counterparts (exhibit D).
Breathe, Carrie, breathe.

Now examine the heart. First, if necessary, take a sample of blood from the heart to test for specific bacterial infections. Possible bacteria that may have infected her blood include chickificicus, which causes a strong and independent female to be stripped of her own power and assertiveness when she shows a morsel of femininity; or careermanoccus, in which a woman is forced to choose between her career and her man (very infrequently does she choose the former; when she does, there have been extraordinary circumstances, such as a massive terrorist attack; see exhibit E). There is often disease languishing in the heart, unbeknownst to the woman.
The point at which Carrie, having "chosen" Brody, realizes she must return to her job.

Examining the heart is tremendously useful in discovering more about the woman's love life (often her most interesting attribute, and often her primary focus, if not her sole reason for existence; see exhibit F). It is important to weigh organs, especially the heart. Large hearts indicate the woman was loving and compassionate and therefore viewed as weak by her male counterparts (exhibit G). Smaller hearts suggest the woman was a bit rough around the edges, not as compassionate, and probably not as receptive to male suitors and therefore viewed as a lesbian, raging feminazi, or else a heartless bitch (exhibit H).
On The Mindy Project, Mindy Lahiri's life seems to revolve around her romantic (mis)adventures.
Enlightened's Amy Jellicoe is loving, hopeful, compassionate, and "emotional": code for "weak."
Elizabeth Jennings on The Americans is a kickass spy but she's ruthless and distant. What a bitch!

An average-sized heart suggests a combination of these traits and is the most common among female protagonists. These woman usually were empathic, sometimes but not always career-oriented, and frequently faced various trials in their romantic lives (exhibit I). They still might have been viewed as weak, heartless bitches, unreasonable feminists, nags, shrews, or all of the above.
On Mad Men, everywoman Peggy Olson is fighting the good fight in a man's world.

Now we explore the abdominal cavity, first freeing up the large intestine. This will allow for the gradual removal and examination of other organs in the woman's body. Once the intestine is removed, we examine the bile ducts. They'll hardly ever contain any actual bile, because when was the last time you saw a woman eat on TV? If she is, it's usually played for comedy (exhibit J).
On Girls, Hannah Horvath's eating habits are the butt of many a joke.

Moving on, we dissect the liver. If the woman's liver is fatty, she was probably a heavy drinker (exhibit K). The woman's liver will often be deformed and degraded from overwork from detoxification. After all, a woman can only take so much of and filter out the toxins from her contemporaries. Occasionally residual toxins will still be in the liver. These toxins are often contagious in that, in close proximity (e.g., for a husband and wife), they will leech from one spouse to the other. Amazingly, these toxins show virtually no symptoms or signs in the male spouse but are horiffically noticeable in the female spouse. If these toxins are found, the woman was often ridiculed and overwhelmingly despised (see exhibit L, although many more examples exist).
 The OC's Marissa Cooper, the teenage alcoholic. See also: Rayanne Graff, most everyone on Gossip Girl, etc.
Skyler White on Breaking Bad is a prime example of a wife and woman reviled for daring to ask to be treated like a human being by her monstrous husband (see also: Betty Draper, Megan Draper, Jessica Brody, Carmela Soprano). For further proof, check out the Skyler White meme (brace yourself for the idiocy).

Dissection continues with the removal of the spleen, stomach, pancreas, esophagus, and duodenum. It is important to open these and check for poisons. Just as toxins in the liver are passed from man to woman (or sometimes woman to woman), so, too, are the poisons leeched. These poisons are slow-working but effective and, over time, kill any shred of dignity the woman once possessed.

We also dissect the kidneys, ureters, and bladder. The small intestine and colon are rarely ever opened.

Exploration of the woman's reproductive region is vital. Here are her ovaries, often seen as her most significant asset and the source of much contention in her life. If her ovaries are dead or dying, her "biological clock" had started to tick or else stopped ticking entirely. If her ovaries are abnormally large, she was desperate for children, and this became the single most important thing about her. Because all women want children. Even the women who don't want children secretly want children. They just haven't realized it yet. Don't worry, they'll come around. Women who don't want children are constantly reminded that they will change their minds, because eventually, they will (exhibit M). Occasionally, a woman will have average-sized ovaries, signifying that she doesn't want children that badly or is not ready to have them; she will have children anyway (exhibit N). Nevertheless, small ovaries, signifying absolutely zero interest in children, are incredibly rare, and their existence is only speculative.
Kickass surgeon Cristina Yang, on Grey's Anatomy, doesn't want children but "it's only a phase"/"you'll grow out of it"/every other inane excuse you can think of, says her husband Owen.
So Mad Men's Betty Draper probably shouldn't have had kids...

The woman's sex organs are also an important signifier of the woman's general worth. In fact, most women come to become completely defined by the state of these organs and the frequency with which they were used. For unmarried women, if they were seldom used, she was a prude. If they were sometimes used, she was a slut. Curiously, there is no middle ground. If the woman was married, frequent use suggests she was crude and horny (exhibit O); if they were seldom used, then her husband was very likely cheating on her with someone else because she drove him away.
On Happy Endings, Jane's healthy sex life with her husband Brad is frequently mocked ("played for laughs").

Now we replace the organs and close up the abdominal and chest cavities carefully.

Examination of the brain is also a vital step in exploring the woman's pathology. Begin by making an incision across the forehead, cutting across the scalp and past the ears. Carefully open the skin flap and, using a vibrating saw, open the skull. Carefully remove the brain and bisect it into its right and left halves. An enlarged left side signifies the woman was highly logical and adept at analytical thinking. She might have made exceptional connections and realizations and then been profoundly marginalized by her male counterparts. If the right side of the brain is enlarged the woman was particularly skilled at the creative arts and at reading emotions. Most likely she used these talents in service of a man: to show him The Way, how to live his life, how to be a Real Man (exhibit P).
On The OC, Anna Stern serves to show Seth Cohen how to win Summer over and be a Real Man.

In brains in which neither side is particularly developed, this woman was "cognitively challenged." Check her hair; it is usually blonde (exhibit Q), although it is still unclear whether the repressed brain development caused the hair color or vice versa.
Happy Endings' Alex is the stereotypical dumb blonde. How original! ("I'm not as dumb as I am.")

Sometimes, a woman will have advanced development in both sides of the brain. She was especially intuitive and logical, able to speak many languages, may have organized her thoughts visually via color, and had excellent reasoning skills. No one ever listened to her (exhibit R).
Carrie Mathison is the ultimate Cassandra character. She speaks the truth but no one listens. 

Dissection of the hippocampus, which controls short- and long-term memory, is also important. A woman whose hippocampus is plump and healthy-looking was, ironically, never able to let anything go; what a nag! If the hippocampus is shriveled and grey then the woman was probably forgiving or maybe optimistic, but usually she was just clueless and idiotic.

After exploration and replacement of the brain, we close the scalp and sew it carefully.

While dissection of the woman's various internal organs, as well as the superficial examination of her body, is important in learning more about who she was and how she lived, these alone will not reveal her cause of death. Instead, we look at the Achilles tendon. The tendon will reveal the woman's ultimate fatal flaw, impossible to overcome in spite of her other strengths and positive attributes. These may include horrific self-involvement (exhibit S); a profound fear of being alone her entire life (exhibit T); or a strict adherence to and reliance on traditional gender roles that are changing rapidly (exhibit U). We rarely find two Achilles tendons that are exactly alike.
 Amy Jellicoe has good intentions but is horrendously self-absorbed. Me, me, me!
Carrie Mathison: "no man is an island, but this woman is."
Joan Holloway makes the men turn their heads and loves it.

After close examination of the Achilles tendon, we note the cause of death and wash the body. Then the autopsy is complete.

It is important to approach each body with a fresh perspective. Every autopsy is unique. In recent years especially, our methodology has evolved tremendously, growing in sophistication as the bodies we investigate have, too. But there is still great progress to be made. As pathologists, we always strive to glean meaning and truth from the bodies we study. As such, you'll see the sign hanging in our mortuary that reads "Hic locus est ubi mors gaudet succurrere vitae," translated as "This is the place where death rejoices to help those who live."