During the credits, does anybody else always expect that giant foot to kick Don, a la people bouncing off the propellers in Titanic? It’s a let down every time.
see the resemblance?
This week, it’s Thanksgiving in Mad Men land, which means everyone is a bitter, immature little asshole, just like we all are when we regress to our childhood selves around parents and siblings every November.
The episode opens on BETTY, finally! We haven’t seen her since she found out her lump was just a lump – and didn’t seem proportionately relieved. I’m not sure if she just wanted an excuse to be fat, or if she actually wanted to die just to spite everybody. Our last shot of her was doubling up on the ice cream sundaes; now, she’s chowing down on grapefruit and toast, and one of her chins seems to have disappeared.
Douchebag Partner, Part 1: Roger
Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m actually sad we cut away so quickly to the elevator with Don, Burt, Roger and Pete. Pete, as usual, has self-serving news to share: the New York Times wants to do a piece on SCDP as a ‘hip’ firm, and he’ll be the star. What the hell is going on with Pete? He seems so pleased with himself now. Just a few episodes he got his ass kicked by Lane (who I, too, had money on) and supposedly had nothing to live for. I can’t tell if this new cheer is a complete act or if the prospect of new insurance wife poon has him rejuvenated.
Burt and Roger are less pleased, and clearly feeling superfluous, as Burt goes behind the rest of the partners’ backs to work a Jewish wine company deal with Roger. Best exchange of the episode:
Burt: “This requires your finesse, and frankly, your Semitic wife.”
Roger: “Burt, how do you not know I’m getting a divorce?”
Burt: “No, not Mona.. Jane!”
Roger: “Jane and I are getting divorced!”
Burt: “Already?” (looks at this watch)
that’s right Burt. you ain’t dead yet.
Roger: “Well how Jewish are they – Fiddler on the Roof, audience or cast?”
I could go on and on with Roger. Since Ginsburg is a Jew, he obviously gets selected for Roger’s latest back door creative dealing – a mini pitch for the manischewitz dinner. Ginsburg doesn’t understand why Roger’s not going through the normal venues, so Roger gives him the birds and the bees talk of working with Pete Campbell: “When a man hates another man, very very much, sometimes he wants to know that something is his, even if in the end he has to give it up.”
Ginsburg can’t keep his mouth shut (part of what I love about him) and immediately spills the beans to Peggy, who flips at Roger for not choosing her for all of his backroom deals. Why should Ginsburg get the Jew deal? Peggy got Mohawk, and she’s not an airplane.
Roger earns his douchebag stripes later in the episode, after he calls his near-ex-wife Jane. He bribes her with a new apartment to come his Jew dinner, since he needs an Jew in. The dinner goes swimmingly, although the client’s son takes an obvious shine to Jane. After dinner, Roger and Jane make a pit stop at her new apartment, and end up boning. NOOOOO! The whole reason Jane wanted a new apartment was to get away from the Roger memories, and now they’ve christened this apartment in nasty Roger jizz too. Jane may not be very likable, but I can pity any woman when it comes to Roger. The next morning, she’s devastated and he’s contrite – but her ‘new life’ is already sullied. Stupid Roger.
if only they made a morning after pill for THIS kind of stuff.
Douchebag Partner Part 2: Don
Ginsburg’s the creative star of the episode, coming up with a great manischewitz idea for Roger to throw out and an even better series for Snowball, which I think is like a snow cone or a slushee or something. Unfortunately for Ginsburg, Don prefers to be the creative star around SCDP. When he finds Ginsburg’s ideas during some snooping and finds that they’re good, he spens the night trying to brainstorm his own… e.g. “Refreshing for the damned. The snowball is the sin that gets you into hell.”
yeeeea… needs work
At the next morning meeting, we get a few more snowball ideas. Peggy’s is a subtle New Yorker style cartoon, which is dismissed immediately; since the Heinz debacle, it seems Peggy’s been pushed to the wayside in favor of the rest of the team. Ginsburg’s is essentially a super soaker ad. Don goes with the weird devil thing. They all think it’s great. (Are they faking it to save Don’s pride, or is this actually good? I will never get advertising.)
STOP ENJOYING YOUR SUCCESS. stop it.
Although the team initially decides to pitch both ideas (with a slight preference for Ginsburg’s), Don, in what I would say was his most immature moment EVER if I hadn’t seen all the other seasons, purposely leaves Ginsburg’s drawing in the cab on the way to the pitch. Come on, Don. That’s something I would have done to my sister in like second grade.