Now then ...
Show of hands .... who had one of these bad boys in the early 80s? Me ... me ... me ... me!!!!! This fine piece of cutting edge technology provided an exhilarating rush of adrenaline as I dodged oncoming red blips with my blinking red blip on an inch wide screen. I could track those blips for hours - or 20 minutes when the battery went dead! Fast forward - and it definitely feels like fast forward - to 2013 and the government is asking for cell phone video and pictures from spectators to shed light on the Boston Marathon bombing. Kind of takes Crimestoppers to a whole new level, doesn't it? Technology has seeped into every crevice of our lives to the point we take for granted that someone hanging around a marathon finish line might have today's Zapruder film. My Sunday night viewing habits transport me back to eras where technology hadn't yet entwined its tentacles around the human existence. Sunday night's Mad Men exposed the differences between today's digital world and the 60s Stone Age in a variety of ways. Don Draper's flashbacks to living in a whor ... um .. brothel with his mother, Dr. Rosen taking a call on a restaurant's phone line (I'm sure he had to leave a number where he could be reached in the event of an emergency) and Pete's horrible attempt at an neighborhood affair could have been Norman Rockwell paintings of 60s technology if not for the illicit happenings which followed. The return of Don Draper, serial adulterer, continues to dominate the storyline which suits me just fine. Don is better when he prowls around in the pre-GPS equipped cell phone 60s. Instead of discreet text messages he simply forgets his cigarettes after the good Dr. exits the elevator and returns to his married mistress's apartment. Speaking of the good Dr. ... he really needs to plan his emergencies better or he'll need an OB/GYN on call! Imagine the shock when the baby has a full head of Don's hair! Brylcreem keeps Draper's coif in perfect order which is much preferred to the slime oozing off of Pete Campbell's existence. Pete has tried to be Don since the first episode without possessing any of Don's suave. He impregnated Peggy, sexually assaulted a neighbor's nanny, had an affair with Beth Dawes (his real life fiance - seriously. How a guy who looks like Vincent Kartheiser ends up with a girl like Alexis Bledel is incomprehensible to me. My buddy has a theory and it involves a horse. You figure it out!) and is now trolling the neighborhood for fresh blood. Each of these sexual conquests had all the grace of a new born giraffe. It was a matter of time before Pete's inability to think with the correct head would catch up with his recklessness.
Enough for today ... tomorrow it's Reds recap!!!

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