Oh well. They could transform Mad Men into a dance contest and I’d still watch it for the exquisite period detail. Those of us who lived through the Nixon years like to forget how cool we thought we were, and how stupid we actually looked in all that polyester. But Peggy’s pantsuit is right on the money. So much for nostalgia.
If I had to pick a low point in the season’s writing, it would be the business of Pete and his demented mom. And what the hell is the deal with Bob Benson?
High point? I don’t know. Maybe Sally walking in on another tawdry sexual encounter. Yeah, that’s happened before, but this time it starkly demonstrated the depths to which Don Draper has fallen. Maybe “high point” is the wrong phrase. One of the show’s few laugh-out-loud moments was when he later explained to Sally how he was “comforting” poor Mrs. Rosen. Right, Dad.