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"The falling leaves drift by the window ,The autumn leaves of red and gold ,I
see your lips, the summer kisses, The sun-burned hands I used to hold.
Since you went away the days grow long ,And soon I'll hear old winter's song ,But I miss you most of all my darling ,When autumn leaves start to
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TV Guide: How lucky do you feel to be on this show?
John Slattery: It's the best job I've ever had! Every time I read a script, [Roger] always has something to say that I
can't wait to do.
TV Guide: Are the glowing reviews at all surprising to you?
Slattery: Sometimes you're surprised that other people like what you like - and the fact that everybody seems to think
it's even better this season.
TV Guide: What's the secret of Mad Men's success?
Slattery: I don't think it's a secret - I think it's [creator] Matt Weiner.
TV Guide: What do you like most about Roger Sterling?
Slattery: He sees the humor in a lot of what goes on, which is pretty dark.
TV Guide: And least?
Slattery: There's not one thing about him I don't like.
TV Guide: Could you be friends with Roger in real life?
Slattery: He chooses his friends pretty specifically; I don't know that I'd make the cut.
TV Guide: Can you let us know what's in store for him this season?
Slattery: I can't. You know Matt - we're all sworn to secrecy and afraid for our lives.
TV Guide: Would Roger dare to make another pass at Betty?
Slattery: Roger and Don have been through a lot. Roger gets Don and sees sides of him that Don doesn't let other people
see. They've become closer, [so] no. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
TV Guide: After last season's health scares, it didn't take long for Roger to go back to his overindulging ways…
Slattery: I don't think [Roger] is interested in changing. He's not an out and out hedonist [but] he definitely sees that [life]
isn't going to go on forever and you might as well live it to your fullest while you're here.
TV Guide: What's it like working with your real-life wife, Talia Balsam, who plays Mona, your spouse on the show?
Slattery: Working with somebody you know so well is great. You don't have to pretend that you've been together
forever; a lot of that context is already there.
TV Guide: Do you have a favorite Roger scene?
Slattery: There's so many of them! The episode ["Red in the Face"] with Don, sitting in a bar, laughing,
drinking, smoking, eating oysters, telling funny stories - that was a pure pleasure. I like those scenes between Don and Roger.
TV Guide: What's your personal cocktail of choice?
Slattery: A vodka martini.
TV Guide: You play an adman on Mad Men, is there a piece of actual advertising that your particularly fond of?
Slattery: A Johnson's baby powder campaign: The girl asks, "Why did I cut my hair, I look like a squirrel…Who am I?" It was
If you could take one thing home from the Mad Men set, what would it be?
Slattery: That mid-century furniture is a lot of what I have in my home. There's a George Nelson table in my [onscreen]
office that I keep taking those yellow stickies and putting "property of John Slattery" on.
TV Guide: Are you looking forward to the Emmys?
Slattery: I don't even know what to expect. The red carpet makes me nervous.
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Episode Titles & descriptions for the next 3 weeks
"The New Girl." Joan might have found Don a perfect secretary; Don finds himself in the middle of personal issues between a TV comedian and the
The Sunday after:
Sep 2 08 12:06 AM
Don Draper is quite the man whore. So I guess he's been sleeping around with tons of Manhattan women. The strange thing is I still don't hate his
character which is a testament to how great Jon Hamm is in this role. Even though he gave Peggy a bit of advice is last weeks ep about putting the past
behind, he can't seem to do the same.
I'm still trying to figure out what Peggy wants. Obviously she wants to be a career woman, but I can never tell what she has up her sleeve. Ever since I
saw Elizabeth Moss play a sociopathic hybrid alien on Invasion she kind of freaks me out. I feel like her character has this little evil plan all worked out
in her head.
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We've been spoiled the last two weeks by humdinger episodes, and this was a slower, moodier night of TV. But it opened with a bang, as our
Mad women prepared for battle as a modern-day Decemberists song blared in the background. The tension of the entire evening was laid out in that
first scene as Betty armed herself in white lingerie and Joan swathed herself in blue and black. They are the archetypal Jackie and Marilyn women that the
Sterling Cooper team would later pitch to Playtex. (Though, as was deliciously pointed out, "Marilyn is really a Joan, not the other way
The evening was all about self-image; who we hope to see in the mirror and who, in the end really, looks back at us. So it was no surprise then that
Betty and Joan dressed in front of a mirror, winking shrewdly at their own best assets. Cut to Peggy, who doesn't dress in front of a mirror, pulling
on her nylons with the surreptitiousness of a shy junior high school girl trying to show the least amount of skin possible when changing for gym class.
Betty and Joan know who they are, or at least who the world expects them to be. Peggy's identity is still up in the air. "Which one am I?"
she demanded of her crass colleagues, who were bent on reducing women to either Madonnas or whores. "You're Gertrude Stein," cracked that
weasel Ken. Don, with such genuine affection and admiration, told Peggy that she was more of an Irene Dunne. God bless him for that - though it was the
only time he really shone all night.
Poor Peggy was getting the shaft every time she turned around. Pete oozed into her office after the long Memorial Day weekend and sneered, "So the
libraries were closed yesterday, what did you do?" She'd worked on the pitch for your father-in-law's account, you dope, the one that you keep
trying to dumb down with the tagline of, duh, "Thanks, Clearasil." Then she got nudged over to the edge of the Playtex account because she
hadn't been out carousing with the boys after hours when they stumbled onto the lunkhead idea that women don't dress for themselves or each other,
but rather for their husbands and friends' husbands. She wasn't getting the memos; she wasn't included in plans to join the clients at the Tom
Tom Club. Finally, she sought out Joan, who was weary herself of the men in the office bothering her about her lingerie habit, she sought out Joan and
pleaded with her to remind the girls to keep Peggy in the loop. Joan looked down at Peggy with her familiar mixture of scorn and pity and just a smidge of
awe. "You're in their country now," she told Peggy. "Learn to speak their language….You want to be taken seriously? Stop dressing like a
Maybe they're right - the Bobbies and the Joans, who can't understand why a woman in a man's world wouldn't work her curves if she wants
to be noticed by her colleagues. They think Peggy ought to ditch the Joanie Loves Chachi wardrobe and hit 'em where it hurts. A woman in a
low-cut dress and the secret for the next Clearasil campaign would climb the ladder rung by rung at Sterling Cooper - the men below her looking up
her skirt be damned. But Joan was right when she said, "I've never had your job and I never wanted it." I wish Peggy had taken that away as
Alas, instead Peggy swanned into the Tom Tom Club in a low cut gown and ruby red lipstick, her colleagues welcoming her warmly enough. On a different
show, we might have cut to a scene of her buying the next round or smartly sidestepping Ken on Eighth Avenue as he vomited up that last glass of scotch.
But in the real world of Mad Men, it wasn't long before the client devolved into a dirty old man and pulled Peggy onto his lap, asking her
what she wanted Santa to bring her for Christmas. She may have a wardrobe fit for a teenager off to a sock hop, but this was the first time we've ever
seen her truly infantilized.
It'd be nice to think Pete was glowering at her at the Tom Tom because he was depressed that she had to lose the white gloves and create an inner
Marilyn if she wanted to hang with the big boys. But he was shooting her that same sour look of judgment that he gave her when she was joyfully dancing the
twist last season. I hate it when he gets that angry pug face! And, to add to this depressing night, right next to Peggy was poor Sal. He tried to hoot and
holler at the girl on stage, but he came off less like a man looking to get his his rocks off than like Michael Kors cheering on the winner of a burlesque
challenge. You can tell your model feels fabulous in those adorable pasties, and isn't that what fashion is all about?
Pete said that what Sterling Cooper really needed was a dog around the office. Well, there's always Don, who couldn't shake off his family fast
enough once the bathing-suit fashion show started up. Begging off with the work excuse - "Really," Betty hissed, "I wouldn't think
you'd want to leave this"- he made a beeline for Bobbie. It turns out his lady friend has a son in town. His image of Bobbie as this tough
talking, steel-toed broad didn't allow for her having a son and a daughter. Because if a mother of two could sleep around on her husband...Hey, wait a
second. Who is that man showing interest in Betty at the country club? Back at home, Betty prepared breakfast for her own two kids in a new itsy-bitsy
yellow bikini and robe. Don did not approve and yanked her out into the hallway away from the children's innocent eyes. "You wanna be ogled?"
he said with a self-righteous sneer. "It's desperate." He wants her in Oscar de la Renta gowns and white gauzy bathrobes that look like
Of course Sumbitch ended up back in bed with Bobbie. "It's flattering to be able to keep you interested," she purred. "Stop
talking," he said, proving that he in fact wasn't curious about anything above her neckline. They were doing their rough version of power foreplay
when Bobbie gloated to herself that she was getting the "full Don Draper treatment." That scarf got a little tighter around her wrist as Don
snapped to attention. "Have no fear," she said. "You're known as a connoisseur. You have lots of fans." It turns out that Don has
made the rounds of Manhattan's professional women, and you know how us gals will talk. He looked stunned to learn that women were gossiping about him;
that he had a reputation in both the boardroom and the bedroom, shook him to his very core. Suddenly, he was the tramp being traded around town
and the knowledge of said fact unleashed something ugly and primal in him. He made as if to choke her and tied her other wrist to the bed. He looked on the
verge of raping Bobbie, but left her instead with a lame parting shot. "Does it make you feel better to think that I'm like you?" he spat in
her face. Don, you are exactly like her. You just tell yourself otherwise.
"It's a very flattering mirror," Don told the Playtex people earlier in the episode. That's what advertising is, right? The business
provides buyers with access to a new and improved vision of themselves. And yet everyone in this episode was dodging mirrors, scared of who or what they
might see. (Except for Pete, that is, who liked the look in his hallway mirror of a man sweaty from a late-night conquest with an undergarments model.
Never mind the icky detail that her mother was in the next room.) Duck went so far as to kick poor Chauncey out onto the streets when he couldn't
handle his once-beloved dog bearing witness to his headfirst tumble off the wagon. (I hated, hated, hated that scene, and the shot of the dog
looking back at his broken master through the locked door made me want to punch something.) But it was that final split image, of Don crestfallen on the
toilet seat while his crueler, baser self peered back at him from the door mirror, that neatly encapsulated his fractured self. It's becoming harder
and harder for Don to keep his two selves distinct - the hero his daughter was clapping for at the country club and the cold man who could angrily squeeze
his mistress' neck. Those sides are beginning to merge, and he's no longer able to pretend that he's an honorable man worthy of his little
girl's respect. No wonder he can't stand the sight of himself.
Best line of the night: "It's Memorial Day - all I have is German vocabulary," said Duck's loaf of a daughter after her father told
her to do her homework.
For a second there, did you too worry that Don was going to rape Bobbie? Is this the end of Peggy's ponytails and Peter Pan dress collars? (I'll
miss them!) Can you ever forgive Duck for abandoning that poor dog? (While noting the irony that of all these men's trespasses, it's what Duck did
to his pet that stings most.) And, finally, for all the ladies: If forced to pick a type, wouldn't you opt to be an Irene Dunne over a Jackie or
Marilyn any day of the week?
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~*I felt bad for both Sal and Kitty. He can't be who he truly is so he has to hide. You could see how upset he was because
he upset her. Sal and Ken will end really bad.
I am not a fan of vomit but Betty got perfect revenge on Don!!!! Yay Betty vomit away!
Sep 14 08 10:58 AM
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