Modern TV writers must envy their golden age counterparts. They never knew the pressures of a season finale. In their days, the last episode of a season was just that. Nothing to wrap up, nothing to leave dangling. Mission: Impossible didn’t end with Cinnamon in peril; Hawaii Five-0 didn’t have McGarrett driving off a cliff, frozen in mid-air while the credits played. Shows ended. Everything was self-contained. Now popular shows have to Do Something, and the pressure must be enormous.
Mad Men usually ends with ambiguity, if I recall the previous years. Season 3’s conclusion had some zing; the founding of the agency and the midnight relocation of the customer files felt like a little caper film. But most of Mad Men’s season finales have been let-downs, and I’m waiting for someone to say that’s what makes them so good! They’re playing with our expectations. The climax of the story arc is usually in the penultimate episodes, don’t you see? Why, they’re redefining the genre of the season finale.
Perhaps. I just don’t think they know how to end it, which might explain why the end of this year’s run felt underwhelming. It was a brilliant season, short-stories in an anthology that has the heft and scale of a novel, but apparently the writers really ached to do a bad Twilight Zone episode mashed up with One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
Can a Mad Men Season End with Relief?
Reviews of Mad Men’s fifth season have a constant theme: This has been so dark. Really? Remember Don Draper living in an apartment that looked like it was painted with fryer grease, where he paid hookers to slap him? Granted, Season 5 had a hanging in the workplace, with poor Lane auto-garroting after he failed to auto-asphyxiate — literally — but the scene where Don chokes Maddy from Twin Peaks was a dream, and it had a happy ending. There’s nothing like waking up and realizing you didn’t kill someone and put them under the bed. The relief is enormous.
But can the season end with relief? We’re trained nowadays for hard landings, cliffhangers, shocks and deaths. Judging from the message boards where people obsess over every detail of the show, half the audience thought Pete would shoot himself this season. Really? Over what? He’s unhappy, yes. He chafes and seethes and aches; he had a brief affair with a pick-up artist who worked the kiss-and-ride lot. He got decked by a Limey and punched by a cuckolded husband.
Well, that’s life; that’s what they say. The idea he’ll paint the kitchen with his brains in the last episode because he was shown cradling a shotgun in a previous season would be understandable if Mad Men was regular TV, but it’s not. Now and then there’s a break: Joan gives Dr. Rapist his discharge; Peggy uses the Magical Escape Elevator that’s denied to Don Draper. But mostly the show is like life: one damned thing after the other. It’s most telling when it says little: they spent a quarter-million dollars to show how Don Draper has a hard time getting into the Beatles, because it’s late at night and he’s middle-aged, and what is this stuff, anyway.
This is why it’s silly to expect much from the season finale. Everything just goes on, with a few minor adjustments. People get along until they don’t.
Hadn’t know it was the season finale.
That may be life, but it doesn’t sound like even remotely interesting television. I can see life with my own eyes every day thanks. Being able to see something other than life is why I pay my cable bill.
Excellent post, and so to-the-point.
The Rolling Stones, not the Beatles.
But the last scene was really deep, the question of Don being alone more of an existential one.
That’s odd. I don’t remember you in the scene sharing that tab of acid with Roger.
“That may be life, but it doesn’t sound like even remotely interesting television. I can see life with my own eyes every day thanks. Being able to see something other than life is why I pay my cable bill.”
Ahh, but it’s life in ultra-swanky New York, just before the iceberg hits. The production design alone makes it fun to watch.
Thanks for the City Journal link to the recent “reassessments” of the crash-and-burn career of John Lindsay, reviewed by Fred Siegel, which I very much enjoyed. There have been few greater examples of the gap between liberal image and actual ability than hizzonor’s handsome if disastrous reign.
Extra points to Siegel for describing Lindsay as “once a shining star in the liberal firmament.” Somewhere, Lina Lamont is surely smiling!
This was by far the worst written season of Mad Men’s short existence. The finale had more flaws than Melanie Griffith’s face after plastic debauchery. And may be the trigger that kills it for good, putting everybody out of their misery.
Between its uneven character development and logic challenged writing, it was amateur hour every week.
Yet, I did detect a subtle irony.
With all due respect, the writer of this piece, James Lileks, was a mirror image of the weakness in season 5. His points seemed to come out of a joint smoked brain. His writing was as confused as a Lebron James post game interview. Did I mention James misunderstood every move every actor made?
Although the all time worst moments were the ones spent in the 28 flavor ice cream parlor named after a N.Y. Mets ballplayer, Roger’s bare bottom was a close second.
28 flavors at Howard Johnson’s was a good idea. A sixth season that never happens may be a whole lot better.
Rumor has it, the finale caused George Lois to jump out of his bedroom window. Luckily, he lives in a ranch.
What? No mention of the obvious ‘doors’ theme carried to excess throughout the episode? Nearly every scene opens with a character entering through some door – office, apartment, hospital, etc.
I’ve always wondered why people obsess over television shows, rock stars, pop stars, movie stars, movies, and other obviously ‘created’ novelties as if they really mattered in the greater ‘real life’ of life.
All of us, I suppose, are in awe of the ‘aweness’ of the mundane. It’s why a ‘creation’ such as an Obama can succeed in politics without any true merit to justify his status.
We deserve what we get. Get over it, Ed, it’s just a television show that can’t figure out where it’s going, but just keeps going because we want to make more it than it deserves.
Anybody think that the blonde in the bar at the end is Megan’s actress friend that she snaked the commercial from?
Zeoman, not only did the blonde at the bar look like megan’s actress friend, the girl she pointed to in the distance looked like Megan….
Nonsense. Almost all of it, tho’ witty, as always. Sorry you missed it – what a brilliant story. At least you’re watching it. Someday you’ll see it again. You’re a very smart dude, James – see it again — your story clearly shows you are on a very tight deadline. This final episode is a brilliant braid of all their predicaments. James, I have faith in you. You will get it.
Ciao, buddy.
Don Draper will revert to the Don Draper we’ve all come to know and love in the prior 4 seasons. He’s through playing father to Megan, the spoiled child. The door he existed from the photo session signifies a return to the Dark Don of the past. Yada, yada, yada, ya…
correction: “The door he exited during…”
Shouldn’t the show be making it more clear that the small c capitalists are more virtuous than the small c communists in this world? Sheesh, from this show, you’d think that they were just as flawed as Megan’s professor Daddy or various schoolteachers and hippies who have come and gone.
I suppose that their main virtue is that they rise or fall in the context of their own ambition, ability, some luck and connection and the whims of the marketplace. People in government work are generally more insulated from that “reality,” but are not necessarily better or worse in character. Is that kosher?
I traveled to Manhattan once or twice a month on business in the sixties and these writers have captured the Booze, Babes and Burnmarks from careless cigarette smokers of the period. The series started something like a blend of the old Clark Gable – Sidney Greenstreet film, “The Hucksters” (1947) and a couple of Vance Packard critiques of the Ad industry from the same era. Let’s face it though, the basic source material is pretty thin to start with and after the main faults of the speaking part characters were hung out to view there wasn’t much left.
The best I can offer for the season finale that they sure jumped a healthy herd of sharks!