Weren’t we young once? Weren’t we cool, or didn’t we at least feel cool? Weren’t we ambitious and spontaneous and optimistic? What happens to that feeling over time?
Author: Mike Fisher
Fortunate Sons and Daughters: ‘Mad Men’ gives us ‘The Forecast’
‘Mad Men’ is and has always been about one thing and one thing only: the unrequited love between Betty Hofstadt-Draper-Francis and the kid who used to live down the block–the kid they call Glen Bishop.
Henry Francis Drinks Your Milkshake, and other observations from this week’s ‘Mad Men’ (‘New Business’)
How many lives has Don Draper ransacked? His very name is a lie; he’s just a Dick squatting in Lieutenant Draper’s abandoned identity.
The Life Not Lived: ‘Mad Men’ Hits the Home Stretch with ‘Severance’
Apart from some ill-advised mustachery, the rakish boys’ club of SC&P is a mirror of its early ‘60s glory days. The prostitutes are plentiful, the Benjamins are disposable, and the casting calls are as boner-encouraging as ever.
Wolves Not Far: ‘The Walking Dead’ Season Finale
Is it in the best interest of the group to stand by Rick’s side amid the rising discomfort in Alexandria? Maybe the better question is: What even constitutes “best interest” in a post-American nightmare world?
Blood in the Streets: ‘The Walking Dead’ Breaks Windows in ‘Try’
“Try” is the inevitable in-between episode. It’s the fallout from the Noah/Aiden fiasco, the time of tension and suspicion before shit really goes bananas. We got a strong whiff of those bananas in the episode’s closing moments, but most of the hour was spent catching up with our side players and dropping hints about what’s to come.
“It’s What We Do”: Beginnings and Endings in This Week’s ‘The Walking Dead’ (‘Spend’)
When you aren’t invested enough in the lives of your fellow humans to fight on their behalf—to spot them a bullet or a fist or an improvised mace when certain death is lumbering toward them—there can be no such thing as community.
Hell is Other People: Fox Gets Postmodern with ‘The Last Man on Earth’
This is why the “last person on Earth” fantasy is less attractive to adults than it is to children. To say nothing of our sexual desires, we’d be thrown into the greatest existential black hole there is: What is human life without the context of other humans?
Carl Grimes is Probably NOT Going to Die, and other observations about “Remember”
Anyone can enjoy the good life, because the usual prerequisites for those trappings—income, status, lineage—are either irrelevant or nonexistent. Wealth is arbitrary. It’s a brave new world, indeed.
Flare Guns and Applesauce: Thoughts on ‘The Distance’
Visions of Woodbury are already flooding my memory. But what if it’s not so suspicious this time? What if this town really does have its shit together and our guys are suddenly the weird, scary ones? Every yellow brick road in this show leads to some very fucked-up shit behind the curtain.