Mad Men: ‘Men’ on the Moon «

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"Midway through the “midseason finale” of Mad Men’s final year, a strange bit of alchemy occurred: The characters became the audience. As we sat on our couches, rapt, they, too, were transfixed by a screen, watching as the fuzzy images of the first moon landing played out on television sets across the world."  


"Rare is the series that lives long enough to plan its own ending. (Most expire as abruptly as Bert Cooper — though they aren’t memorialized with half as much dignity.) That kind of foreknowledge is a blessing that can occasionally feel like a curse: how to balance the desire to get one’s house in order with the ever-present writerly desire to burn it all down? On a show as skyscraping as Mad Men, this transition is especially bittersweet. For seven years, we’ve thrilled to the near-limitless potential of Matthew Weiner’s creation. Nothing on the air has been so lyrical for so long; its episodes bent TV conventions like origami, its characters broke audience expectations like hearts. Mad Men expressly rejected the current trend toward series-fueling mysteries and muse-dampening “operational themes.” Instead, the show used the turbulence of American history as a bannister and descended into the depths of human emotion and experience at its own pace and with its own style."

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