My father is a member of The Academy of Television Arts and Sciences. He just says he's a member of The Academy, which sounds a little ominous and Mafioso, but no matter, it gets him into things.
When he was working, he had to pass up on screenings, parties, and all manner of quaint and exclusive entertainment events. Now that he's retired, father can take advantage of such invitations. Usually he and mother will go. But Monday night, I took mother's place. I really had to insist:
For anyone who hasn't seen 'Mad Men', rest assured that you have denied yourself a program that is subtle, tragic, intelligent, funny, wrong-headed, witty and full of more petticoats and sharkskin suits than you can shake a gimlet at. And you needn't clean up that mess – that's what the help is for, right? Isn't 1962 great?
Anyway, the characters are built up and torn down during the early sixties against the backdrop of a Manhattan advertising company, Sterling Cooper. Monday night there was a screening of the final episode of Season Two, and a panel discussion with the main players.
I brought a change of clothes to work. When I stepped out, wholly renewed, there was literally an uproar. Now, for God's sake – don't people dress up anymore? Besides, didn't I respect my mother's pleas and not wear black gloves? Didn't anyone realize what I could have worn? Trust me, I was a portrait of self-restraint.
Anyway, the episode was lovely, with all kinds of understated shocks and explosions. Season Three begins in August, and that is a terrible, terrible distance of time. Aubrey is not well acquainted with patience.
Some impressions of the panel: Matthew Weiner (creator/producer/writer) certainly loved to talk – now god bless him and all, but the others were beginning to look bored. Vincent Kartheiser yawned, for goodness' sake.
January Jones needs a sandwich, stat. At first I thought she was living the blonde dream of dim, but I think she was just nervous. Lack of dairy will do that.
Elizabeth Moss carried her purse onto the stage, which I thought was cute. It was the equivalent to wearing white gloves to the market, somehow. I liked her – even though her character needs a bit of sense slapped into her. So you're an executive. That's fine. What about that illegitimate child? Guilt? Regret? Anything?
Jon Hamm…well, Don Draper's morals are often quite reprehensible, but who cares?
Christina Hendricks is cute, curvy and clever. Her character might be my favorite. I love Joan's dangerous efficiency; her secretarial hubris.
I think John Slattery was content to let the others speak. Or it could have been that between the moderator and Mr. Weiner, it was hard to get a word in edgewise: so he was satisfied with looking silver-haired and rakish.
There was a reception afterwards. 400 people in the lobby – and a more unappealing crush I've never seen. We left quickly.
Don't believe I went? What about these photographs, all blurrred becuase I refused to use a flash since I was afraid it would be considered rude?