While it was uplifting, at times, during season five to see Don do good, it is so much more reassuring to witness the great anti-heroes of TV degrade themselves, betray their own promises, and plunge deeper into the inferno. What a sense of kinship it fosters, to have the horrors and fuck-ups of one’s own life beamed back through your television. Like Ray Bradbury wrote in the opening lines of Fahrenheit 451, it is a “special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.”
Full review on New Republic, footnotes and thrilling marginalia to come!
This was a good read, but for my money, this was the sentence that hit it out of the park:
It’s not just that Jon Hamm looks so good doing bad; rather, it’s transfixing to watch him sway between oblivion and existence.