Watched all the divx copies, what a great show. Best new one in a while, I think. Retro and all but still entertaining, the humor is not dated, and in many ways the problems aren't dated either, just differently expressed.
As for the women, I like those mentioned above but Pete Campbell's wife, Trudy Campbell (the one with the parents who want to give her and Pete the downpayment for the apartment after Pete's parents refuse) is my favorite. She looks cute and old-school women's college-y in the show with her hair up but she looks pretty damn cute with it down too, as per imdb
http://www.imdb.com/gallery/hh/1555340/HH/1555340/iid_1345420.jpg?path=pgallery&path_key=Brie,%20Alison
Pete looks very like my senior partner when he was in his late 20s cerca 1961, which was right when this film is supposed to take place.
The reality of the past rarely co-operates with us, as much as we would prefer for completeness.
TV
I never worked on Madison Avenue, but I have gathered a little info on the era. Madison Avenue was different in the 1950s 60s. It was new, it wasn't reliable like finance or the law. It pretty much ran and still does run those media outlets of TV and radio. The people who gravitated to the Avenue were creative, non traditional, and of course quite cynical. And in the 1960s with 2 and 1/2 TV networks they did run our lives. Very bright guys very well paid, but you wouldn't trust them with serious money. they did have style. Now I guess they run around like Danny Deutch with tee shirts and a suit and believe they are still stylish or should I say the original word "hep"?
I believe that the phrase is "Sex Sells!" Always did and always will, in all of it's various incarnations. Now let's figure out how to make a lot of money out of the concept.
Speaing of cigs. My friend just brought me a carton of Gauloises Blondes. Fumer tue, they warn.
Smoke up Johnny!
Sex and Death are never apart!
And Fear is what drives advertising as you so rightly say.
It's all very primal stuff really.
Not dying, attracting a mate - There's not too much more to it than that.
Just been chatting to a chum who still works in Adland -
He said something like:
The point of advertising isn't to sell you things to make you happy, it's to make you unhappy so you want to buy things.
Word.
Remind me not to have raw oysters, martinis, cigarettes and then walk up twenty flights.
I feel emphysema coming on.....watching all that smoking on the show. Esp Ms Jan Jones....she never seems to be without a cigarette in hand.
*cough cough*
I was deeply dissatisfied with the last episode. Not enough Joan by half.
Incidentally, it was a .22 rifle rather than a shotgun. Out here in The Sticks, we may not be perpetually soigne but we know these things.
It is truth, men also, love the operas of soap.
Some days, I do go, to 18, pimp style.
Perhaps it's, the ideal, number (yet unknown).