Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Boardwalk Empire Season 2 Finale "To the Lost" Review



"This is the only way it could've ended, isn't it?"

Is it? It's certainly what producer/writer Terence Winter thought, and perhaps it's true. As the ever-simmering second season of "Boardwalk Empire" comes to a scorching close, predictions are dashed,
alliances rearranged, a thousand questions posed, and a million hearts broken.

I'd might as well begin with the elephant lying dead in the middle of the room: Nucky's shocking murder of former protégé (and beloved second principal character!) Jimmy Darmody. This act was particularly chilling considering Nucky raised Jimmy essentially as a son, but at the same time this may be the most impassioned thing we've
ever seen Nucky do. Even onlooking pro killers Owen Sleater and fucking Manny Horvitz looked freaked out when Nucky fired two startlingly point-blank shots into Jimmy's face, an obvious personal sacrifice for him. This is a major turning point for Nucky's character, who has always kept his cool and his hands clean. But after uncomfortable brushes with death and the debilitating prospect of prison, Nucky clearly holds no intention of relinquishing his power and is "not seeking forgiveness" for it. He is now an irrevocably and unmistakably whole gangster (a throwback to the series premiere when Jimmy told Nucky "you can't be half a gangster anymore").

Shattered by war and a lifetime of mob violence, Jimmy has been a walking corpse since we've known him. Of course last week we got a crash course in the reasons behind his passionless marriage to Angela and the perversely passionate relationship with his mother, which explains his sudden and unpopular decision to drop out of Princeton and enlist in the Army during WWI. We knew from the beginning that Nucky resented Jimmy for this, forsaking his education and any hopes he had of creating something more for himself, but it's hard to say now if Nucky's wish for Jimmy to get out of their violent world was because he truly cared for him or because he saw an ambitious flame in the kid that could one day threaten him. More than ever over the last few episodes we've come face-to-face with Nucky's unflinching self-centeredness.

After an excruciatingly long chain of failed power struggles, we finally see Jimmy pretty well put together throughout this episode. Little do we know he's either consciously or unconsciously putting his affairs in order, collected and self-assured as he moves unarmed toward his own death. Jimmy lays the cards on the table for Nucky when he invites him to talk at his home. I don't think Jimmy is a mess here at all--bleeding from a stab wound inflicted by the father he finally succeeded in killing and pouring a sad toast "to the lost," sure--but he's quite lucid in his utter honesty. This is the prodigal son's unmistakable attempt to return home, and even if he somehow knows his request will ultimately be rejected, it's quite beautiful. After all, he's not fucking with Nucky by telling him it was Eli's idea to kill him, because it was. Eli's fucked anyway--Jimmy did try to stop him from betraying Nucky--so it feels only natural for Jimmy to give him up. Even though the reigns were placed in Jimmy's hands, he never really held them, though he doesn't deny all the mistakes he made. Even if he knows he will have to die for them, it's a testament to Jimmy's character that he's still got to "clear the air" (as Nucky so aptly puts it later on).

When Nucky calls his home that night, Jimmy doesn't even let right-hand man Richard Harrow join him to supposedly get his revenge on Manny Horvitz, asserting that it's something he's got to do alone. In the BFF's last heart-to-heart before Jimmy leaves, he beseeches Richard to "find a way to come home" (from the war). I'm eager to see what will become of Richard's heartbreakingly beautiful character, now that he's lost the only person holding him together, and the closest thing he knew to home. What will keep him from just topping himself like he planned to do earlier this season? Will he step in as father to Tommy? Perhaps steer him away from a tortured life like those that he and Jimmy have lived? Oh God, will he get busy with Gillian? Nooooo, Richard! That clearly doesn't work out for anyone.

And ohhh, Margaret. Silly, stupid Margaret. Otherwise a very smart woman, her spiritual conflict has come to a ridiculous head as she agrees to marry Nucky and then immediately betrays him afterward. Yes, Nucky's marriage proposal was unromantic, but refreshingly honest, and that's something she can be grateful for after allowing herself to be kept in the dark with him all this time. By confiding in her his fears of death and jail (perhaps not in that order), Nucky once again shows her his vulnerabilities, something he doesn't do in the company of anyone else. But while we believe he does love her and their family, he only "needed" to marry her so she wouldn't have to testify against him, and it's clear that saving his own ass is again his first priority. Which worked, by the way.

The morning after he murders Jimmy he makes a very flimsy case for Jimmy's "re-enlistment" to Margaret, which she doesn't believe for a nanosecond. It is curious then that as Nucky goes to celebrate with his associates on the as-yet undeveloped "road to riches," Margaret immediately signs the land deed (placed in her name for legal safekeeping) over to the church, instead of Nucky, as per his request. A woman scorned, I suppose, but does she seriously have a death wish? I was hoping she might get a little more inventive with it though. For a moment I entertained the idea that she would even hand it over to some federal agency, to ensure they had somewhere besides the post office from which to work! That would have been a riot. But the fucking church? Christ, Margaret, you are boring! She had better watch her pretty little pampered ass in season three. Chances are that at worst, she'll end up like Jimmy, and at best, like Lucy.

But of all these betrayals, has Nucky actually betrayed us, the audience, most of all? He's always held that "gangster with a heart of gold" thing quite well, but I'm starting to feel alienated in my sympathy for him. Twice now those nearest and dearest have come to him hat in hand, and he's spit in their face (err, shot it). Perhaps his sudden unpredictability is what makes for a riveting character. I'm just so fucking pissed at Nucky right now, but I suppose, like everyone, our relationship with him is complicated. As the constant sun around which all the tumult has always revolved, we see even an old dog like him can learn new tricks ("just try to make yourself calm...breathe, Nuck"). After a whirlwind season which left an alarming body count, "Boardwalk Empire" writers continue to show us that nothing is for certain, nothing is untouchable, no one is safe. See you in season three!

Questions: What WILL "Boardwalk Empire" be without one of its most beloved characters? What effect will Jimmy's death have on the giant machine that is Atlantic City?

No longer toeing the line between virtue and corruption, what is to become of Van Alden, a murder suspect who is now officially on the lam (with nanny and baby)? Also, are he and Ingrid officially an item? Do you think she still gets paid?

What effect will Arnold Rothstein's new interest in the heroin trade have on all of this bizness?

Friday, December 2, 2011

Don't Hate Me Because They're Beautiful: Breaking Dawn Review


Okay, I get it: "Twilight" fans (Twi-hards) can get a little crazy, and screaming tweens everywhere have largely turned off a more mature crowd from appreciating this internationally-exalted saga, a reality even some of the cast struggled with when embarking on this project. But put all the hysterical girls and Team Edward/Team Jacob bullshoot aside, and you may see it for what it is: a genuinely enthralling and emotionally appealing story. The film adaptations of the beloved Twilight series have done a very good job of translating the fantasy in a mature way. Such is certainly the case with the most recent film, "Breaking Dawn: Part 1," which was beautifully done and I would say is a spectacle bordering on exceptional.

I must begin by addressing the much-anticipated wedding scene. Is there a more profound term for holy freaking gorgeous that I should use here? Magnificent? Exquisite? Splendiferous? Before the ceremony, as Bella prepares and is fussed over in the usual way, she's a nervous wreck. She is relieved that her mom and dad come to see her, especially her dad Charlie, who is having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that his 18-year-old daughter is--instead of going to college and working a summer job at an independent newspaper or environmental non-profit--is getting married to the smolderingly protective and mysteriously wealthy young man she's known for less than two years. Well, it's too late for questions now; Bella takes a deep breath and readies herself to become a wife, something she finds harder to swallow than the metallic sweetness of human blood.

At the ceremony site, white flowers hang from the trees like a ceiling of live icicles, which most likely serve as creative shading--assurance that none of the wedding party will start lighting up like Cinderella's dress--who, by the way, has nothin' on Bella Swan. The bride is a sight of sheer perfection, her dress an exquisite modern take on the traditional Victorian style, no doubt an homage to Edward's roots and the reason for all of this: his attachment to tradition and the "right way of doing things." I mean, yeah, if he's eventually going to turn his blushing bride into a bloodthirsty vampire so they can truly live together for eternity, I don't blame him for wanting to keep some things customary. A beautiful blue-diamond heirloom hair pin given to her by her mother has been fastened into Bella's impeccable hair and holds her long, simple veil. Propped up by her father, Bella approaches the aisle, and we get a gander at the stunning back of her dress: the delicate lace cut-out--ohmygodhowdeliciousisthis--is segmented by a line of pearl buttons, which runs down the center from the neck to the tasty train. The front appears to be satin, in a feminine, form-fitting cut. Designed by the legendary Carolina Herrera, if you're near an Alfred Angelo boutique, you can try Bella's dress on. Don't be obnoxious about it, though. They're getting pretty sick of that.

Bella is still all nerves as she starts down the aisle, but through the anxiety her eyes land upon the one person that makes even the high heels worthwhile: her groom, Edward. He looks happier than Rosalie in a vat of blood and babies. Secure in knowing exactly where she's meant to be, Bella proceeds soundly toward her destiny as a vampire princess and meets Edward at the altar. They waste no time in exchanging the simple, traditional vows, played over with a moving montage of their (short but ample) history together. As they lean in to kiss, Iron & Wine's "Flightless Bird, American Mouth" plays, a throwback to their first dance at junior prom.

The reception is a gay affair indeed, complete with drinking, dancing, and snarky comments from Bella's coulda-been-best friend, Jessica (some funny, some awkward). Anyone of any great importance gives a toast to the sickeningly happy couple, last of all Edward. To paraphrase what I remember of his heartfelt speech: "I've been waiting for what seems like a very long time to get beyond what I am, and with Bella, I feel like I can finally begin. No measure of time with you will be enough, but we'll start with forever." Kay Jeweler's ain't got shit! As though this elaborate, teenage fairy tale wedding weren't strange enough, it sounds even stranger to hear this (allegedly) 18-year-old kid speak in such eloquently romantic terms about how long he's been waiting for the love of his life. If I were in attendance I would probably think he was the kind of kid who picked out his future bride's wedding dress when he was, like, five.

After a visit from Jacob, who ruins the mood by getting pissed about her plan to have dangerous sex with her vampire husband, it's time for the couple to depart. Leaving behind their cheering family, friends, and life as Bella knows it, they drive away into the moonlight, alone together at last. Somewhere in the woods, Bella hears the despairing howl of a wolf.

Edward leads her to Rio de Janeiro, where they spend a couple hours smooching in the vibrant streets before pulling her on the last leg of their journey, to Carlisle's private island off the coast: Isle Esme. We know Bella is a simple girl, but even she has to admit that shit is riDICulous. Bella is more psyched about the fact that, after holding up her end of the deal (a wedding), Edward must now hold up his (some sex). It's on!

I must say I was slightly disappointed in the PG-13ness of the "big sex scene" that was so hyped up, considering there wasn't much of one to speak of. We see them getting hot and heavy, which drives Edward to break the headboard with one hand (hot), but then it cuts right to the next morning with Bella waking up in a ravaged bed, down feathers flying. Shwing! I know we're supposed to get the idea, but with so much build-up to the culmination of their act of love, we're dying to experience more of that epic passion (that's not just me, is it?). Of course it does closely echo the book in that way, and Stephenie Meyer, good Mormon that she is, probably doesn't want to spill all of Edward and Bella's secrets.

Ironically challenging though it may be for Bella to get her new husband to touch her again (after seeing the bruises he left on her from their first lustful night), this is the best honeymoon ever. She gets to spend the next two weeks (or however long she would have wanted) on their private beach, hiking and playing chess with her sparkly lover, transforming herself each night to seduce him with a different piece of lingerie. Dream come true much?

Of course their dream honeymoon is interrupted with the sudden realization that Bella is--gasp--pregnant. What? How? Possible? Despite Edward's deadness, he's clearly got some live ones down there. There is a great shot where, after Edward declares they are leaving to "get that thing out," Bella observes herself in the bathroom mirror. She caresses herself--her belly, her face, her hair--as if seeing herself for the first time. She is suddenly a whole new person, with a destiny which has just veered sharply in a new direction. "Thing?" she says to herself in response.

They rush home, of course, where Bella spends the next few weeks growing more pregnant and sickly by the day. Totally unwilling to take the advice of everyone (except Rosalie) and somehow terminate the pregnancy, Bella suffers horribly for this mysterious new life. Jacob stops by shortly thereafter, at which point she is pretty damn pregnant and at the same time little more than skin and bones. I must give credit to the makeup and special effects department here--she looks awful! The movie does a good job of showing how twisted and disgusting Jacob finds this development, but the book goes into so much detail (as the chapters switch up the narrating points of view) of his complex turmoil--his shattered fantasies of her one day carrying his child, naturally round and healthy, and the ceaseless agony of knowing that he could never fulfill his primal desire to destroy Edward without destroying her too. Whew. Gosh. Intense.

Of course now that Jacob knows what's up with Bella, the rest of the wolf pack has to know. Drama ensues, loyalties waver, yadda yadda yadda.

Finally (after what, a month? Maybe two?), Bella goes into labor just after announcing to the family, including Jacob, her baby name selections: for a boy, Edward Jacob (EJ--gross), and for a girl, Renesmee (Renee + Esme). (Man, Edward seriously has no say in any of this, does he?!) The birth of a vampire hybrid baby is uniquely gruesome, of course, which means they must act fast. Edward cuts their baby out of Bella, who lays eyes on her once before she goes still. When Edward tries to hand the baby girl to Jacob so he can give his attention to his dying wife, Jacob refuses to acknowledge the monster responsible for Bella's death. Good thing, because if he had looked into Renesmee's eyes and imprinted just then as he would hours later (when in doubt, show a montage--it works!), they would've been all wwhhaaa??!! as if they didn't have enough to deal with at the moment. Edward hands the baby to Rosalie, who is more baby-crazy than bloodthirsty at the moment, and joins Jacob in the attempted resuscitation of Bella, who is so disgustingly dead. Amazing makeup and digital effects here, again. She surely looks like a corpse.

Nobody could predict what the actual delivery of the baby would be like, but they did anticipate having to "change" her at the last minute, to ensure her survival. Jacob, thinking she's gone, storms outside in outrage and grief, while Edward delivers a straight shot of his venom into Bella's lifeless heart, "Pulp Fiction" style. Maddened and desperate, he then bites her entire body, ensuring the venom will catch, and she will return to him. Though she still lies cold, Carlisle assures him the vampire venom is working; he can feel her pulse. Little do they know she will burn soundlessly in excruciating pain for three days before she opens her eyes again, reborn in red. Vampire Bella is going to be so badass.

This all sounds so fantastical, because it is. Even the most ardent Twi-hards are aware of the fantasy factor here, yet they suspend it for a couple hours every time they watch one of the movies or read one of the books. Is this not the nature of romantic fantasy, to ensnare us so fully that we are left breathless? If the story of Twilight achieved anything less than that, it would not have become at all what it is today. Truthfully, what girl wouldn't want this cosmic love affair with a deathless hottie who never farts, gets fat, or bitches about who's going to take out the garbage? Better yet, whose love is whole and unwavering?

If anything makes it difficult to distinguish fantasy from reality, it's that Robert Pattinson (Edward) and Kristen Stewart (Bella) are a real-life couple. Young, beautiful, talented and famous, these two are a teen girl's wet dream (sorry, Justin Bieber). Though while "Robsten" undoubtedly have their faults and struggles, Edward and Bella are perfect, and it is the filmmakers' job for us to become as enamored with them as they are with each other. Well, we are. Mission accomplished, Hollywood. So suck it, haters. Seriously.



Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Boardwalk Empire Season 2 Episode 10 "Georgia Peaches" Review

The Hoboken shipyard is bringing in oodles of cases of Irish oats, which Owen Sleater is there to pick up. Since we haven't seen Owen dealing much in oats lately, we can only assume "oats" mean "booze." And they do. Thanks to Nucky's new business arrangement with the IRA, shipments of Irish whiskey are delivered across Atlantic City forthwith, including to Babette's and the Ritz, whose black employees are in the midst of a strike. Box o' hooch heaved over his shoulder, Owen crosses the picket line (with the nod of approval from Dunn Purnsley) and presents the goods to the Ritz kitchen manager, who is sulking in the dark. When the manager wonders aloud who's going to serve the drinks, Owen assures him the strike will eventually end, and at that time he'll want all the whiskey he can get at the absurdly reduced rate he's offering. The manager agrees to 400 cases. Pretty clever!

Van Alden is having breakfast as the nanny, Ingrid, feeds baby Abigail. He observes that she is a natural with babies, and she agrees that it goes with the territory of being the eldest of seven. Such a natural-born mother was she that she even tried breastfeeding her baby sister when she was young. All merriment aside, Van Alden discovers on the shelf a piece of mail from his wife, and tears it open to find nothing so comforting as divorce papers and a note from Rose, imploring him to address the matter "as soon as his activities allow." Oh, snap.

We learned in the previous episode that Margaret's daughter, Emily, has contracted polio. She is now out of quarantine but is still quite sick in the hospital, where Margaret, Nucky, and Teddy go to visit. When Margaret hangs back to speak to the doctor, he tells her Emily's legs will most likely be paralyzed, but they won't know much until her most recent tests come back. Oh, but, at least his nine-year-old daughter is praying for all the sick kids. As Margaret goes in, she sees a little boy struggling down the hall on crutches, his sad parents behind him. Some comfort, this place! As Margaret and Nucky fawn over Emily, we notice older bro Teddy sitting off to the side, looking pissed.

Mickey Doyle's crew is cutting down their huge load of government-issued medicinal alcohol with intent to distribute, an endeavor Jimmy and the boys stop by to check out. Mickey tells them he's only got enough manpower to churn the booze out in a week's time, but Jimmy insists on hurrying the process up. They're all under scrutiny from their respective higher-ups, including Manny Horvitz, who presses relentlessly to be paid back, reminds Mickey. Jimmy is so annoyed at the mention of Manny's name and tells Mickey to just "fuckin' pay him already," in either cash, "booze, whatever. He's Waxey Gordon's problem now, not mine." As they start to head out, Lucky pulls Jimmy aside to show him some powder he's got wrapped up in some paper. He explains that it's this new thing called heroin--a high better than opium, without all the bullshit. Jimmy wants to know the hard numbers, and they tell him that while the market is still a small one, it's "very enthusiastic." Jimmy isn't as psyched about this new enterprise as the other two are, but he'll see how it goes so long as they get up and sell this friggin' booze first.

Nucky is setting his office shit up in some new digs--well, Eddie and Harlan are setting his shit up--as he berates his lawyer for a job poorly done on this whole federal case. His lawyer's all "this Esther Randolph is relentless!" and Nucky's all, "so do something about it, asshole!" Nucky has had it with this useless lump of a lawyer, and he finally just fires the guy. When he's gone Nucky picks up the day's paper, the front page of which declares that the "Black Sox" trial, that which concerns Arnold Rothstein and his fixing of the 1919 World Series, is now under way. He looks thoughtful.

Jimmy is conducting a meeting with what appears to be the major city officials at the Commodore's place. They're trying to figure out what to do about the strike, which is really a bee in their big white bonnets. The Commodore is dressed and sitting upright, but he still can't speak very well, which is evidenced as he starts muttering and tapping his cane in a desperate attempt to be heard. Jimmy wants him to chill out, cuz he's got this. He suggests they acquiesce and give the workers a small raise so they can all get back to business. The group huffs and puffs at the notion (the Commodore does this best of all). Jimmy tells the men that his father needs some rest, a cue they take to leave. The inner circle stays, including Eli, who suggests they just send out 50 guys with billy clubs to get this thing over with. Once again, Jimmy is outnumbered in his lack of desire for violence and mayhem. When asked, Eli informs them that he's got Halloran out on the lines now, whom Neary narcs out by telling them that he's been saying too much to Esther Randolph. Eli is visibly disturbed.

Margaret is supervising Teddy's nighttime prayers, which include a half-assed wish for Emily to get well. As she gets up to leave the room, Teddy says he suddenly can't feel his legs, a complaint Margaret obviously takes very seriously. When he starts to giggle and it's clear he's faking, she smacks him. Nucky steps in to deliver some signature comic relief: "you were just praying!" After she runs out he goes to comfort her, reminding her that Teddy just wants attention. He offers to take Teddy with him to New York the following day, as he has to go hire a new lawyer.

As the protesters on the boardwalk sing and march, a mob of white men (with billy clubs) rushes them violently. Suddenly we see the two officers who are standing with Halloran back away from him knowingly just before a couple of the men begin beating him to a bloody pulp as well.

In New York, Nucky and Teddy enter the office of William Fallon, the lawyer of Arnold Rothstein, who is also in attendance. Teddy admires a baseball perched on Fallon's desk, which he is told is autographed by Ty Cobb. Fallon gives the baseball to the ungrateful boy, only to replace it once Teddy leaves the room. Getting down to business, Fallon starts in with the civilized trash talk of Nucky's former lawyer. Nucky hopes he isn't on the clock already, because he'd "hate to think I'm paying to hear what a fool I am." Fallon assures him that part's free, but what isn't free is all the bribe money he's going to need for the judge and jury. Nucky doesn't have that kind of cash flow, but with Rothstein's endorsement he looks like he will probably be motivated to get it if need be.

Eli pays a visit to the busted up Halloran at his home, and in no uncertain terms calls him out for blabbing too much. Eli's kind of sexy when he's all authoritative and shit, but unfortunately the intimidation approach doesn't have the desired impact on Halloran, who immediately rings the US Attorney's (post) office when Eli leaves.

Margaret seeks comfort in the church, where Father Brennan finds her. She intimates that her dear daughter has polio, and though she's not encouraged by a God that would let this happen, she's got nowhere else to turn. The priest reminds her of her last confession to him, regarding "temptation" (aka Owen Sleater's loins). She says she doesn't want to talk about that (aka "been there, done that"), which Father Brennan judges as her wanting from God but not willing to give in return (even though I'm sure he's just a gossip hound). She asserts she's got her devotion, a concept Father Brennan sees as an "act" to be demonstrated.

Jimmy, accompanied by Richard Harrow, is meeting for an under-the-radar chat with Chalky White. Jimmy wants to come to a settlement on the strike, which Chalky makes clear is just a symptom of the long list of the white man's wrongdoings against his black brethren. Jimmy says neither the picket line assault nor the KKK warehouse shooting were his ideas, and Chalky says, in his own way, what we're all thinking: "Jesus boy, ain't you got any notion at all?" Lol! Jimmy's got ideas though, one being the erasure of Chalky's murder charge. In addition, Chalky wants $3000 for each family who lost a man in the shooting, which Jimmy easily agrees to, but what he can't agree to is delivering the "three hooded crackers" personally to Chalky. And why not? Does Jimmy feel bad about giving up some ol' racists, or are the perpetrators those he knows well? He looks to Richard, who gives nothing away, but it's all or nothing for Chalky.

That night Nucky and Teddy are in their New York hotel room, where Teddy is on the phone saying goodnight to his mother. After they've hung up Nucky has a heart-to-heart with his new son, letting him know he understands that Teddy is feeling ignored. He offers that when he was a kid he was in a similar situation with a sick sister, but that he knew his mother loved him all the same. Teddy asks if his dad loved him too, and Nucky reluctantly says yes. When Teddy asks if he is in trouble, Nucky admits that he is, though he's innocent. The boy wants to know if it's about him burning his dad's house down; Nucky is taken aback at his recollection of this event, which he denies, though Teddy totally knows the truth.

Jimmy's crew meets back at the warehouse to piss and moan over their failure to sell the booze they desperately need to get rid of, due to the fact that the city's already "drenched" with Irish whiskey. Awww shit! Jimmy, pacing back and forth, knows "in his bones" that it's Nucky's doing. Unable to unload their investment, they pass the blame around, which of course lands on Jimmy. Meyer Lansky suggests they split up and sell it in their respective towns. Mickey suggests Jimmy stay away from Philadelphia and Manny Horvitz. Showing his cracks, Jimmy kicks over some boxes and declares he's heading north. The guys are losing faith in the crumbling Jimmy, and he knows it.

At the post office, Esther Randolph and Van Alden are practicing his testimony. When he begins to stray from the hard facts and offer presumptions, she and her partner Lathrop encourage him to stick to what he knows for certain. When she addresses the murder of Hans Schroeder (Margaret's abusive husband, as you will recall), Van Alden (who investigated the case thoroughly because of his infatuation with Margaret) asserts that he doesn't know anything for certain, on the record. Off the record, he has "no doubt whatsoever." Once Randolph and Lathrop agree that they "have enough," she directs her colleague to "bring him in."

Mickey visits Manny Horvitz in Philadelphia, who's come away from his attempted murder with a wounded shoulder and a sweaty case of paranoia. Manny is already wary of Mickey (like he's any physical threat?), and after they've settled into the sitting room Manny makes it clear he knows it was Jimmy's doing. Mickey denies it, maintaining it was Waxey Gordon (which I think it was, right?), and offers Manny a bottle of their new liquor, an adequate supply of which should settle Jimmy's debt. Manny accepts the payment but is still sure Jimmy tried to have him whacked, so with brute force he attempts to extract from Mickey Jimmy's whereabouts.

In the county jail we find Eli, who has been arrested by order of Esther Randolph. She lets him know that thanks to Officer Halloran, she's got the dish on his involvement with the death of Hans Schroeder, a tactic she's undoubtedly using to acquire intimate information on Nucky's role. With Eli and Nucky's relations now very volatile, and Eli seemingly without a good lawyer, they are both, as they say, fucked.

We see Margaret at her house, gathering her fine jewelry and the wad of money she's been hoarding in her vanity, which she later brings to Father Brennan as her "act of devotion." More than fine things and money she says she wants her daughter to be well, though as she's unloading her treasures she admits that it's a burden to her, on her soul, which really doesn't sound like much of a sacrifice for God. Are we going to find out what she was saving the cash for anyway?

It's a beautiful afternoon at the Darmody beach house, where Jimmy stares serenely out the window at a sunbathing tourist. Angela moves pleasantly about, fixing flowers in a vase and telling him a joke she'd heard that day. Jimmy tells her he knows she's not happy and that he's going to make it all up to her and "be the person you want me to be." They share a warm kiss, and she leads him off to the bedroom.

Margaret and Nucky meet with Emily's doctor, who, despite her devotion and prayer, gives them the rotten news that Emily indeed has spinal polio and that she'll most likely be permanently paralyzed. Damn, guess God doesn't like diamonds and pearls as much as we were led to believe. That night we see Teddy looking through his keepsake box, which contains a family photo from years before. He stares longingly at his dead father.

Late that night, Manny creeps into Jimmy's house, gun in hand, where someone (presumably Jimmy) is showering, and Angela lies sleeping. Manny grabs Angela and waits outside the bathroom door for Jimmy to emerge. As the bathroom door opens, Manny shoots immediately, but we see it is not Jimmy who he's killed, but Angela's new girlfriend Louise. Dammit! Manny is more surprised than we are at this development and allows Angela to fall to her side, crying. She begs him for her life, but Manny shoots her as well, and she collapses dead onto her lover. He has a certain amount of remorse drawn on his face, remorse perhaps for killing a woman whom he either doesn't know and/or has nothing to do with revenge on Jimmy, but probably more remorse for feeling obligated to kill such a nice girl like Angela.
But business is business,
and it must be done. Seriously, SHIT! I did NOT think that was going to happen.

All of this as yet unbeknownst to Jimmy of course, he is on the road, entering his old stomping grounds of Princeton.

I feel much sadness with the death of Angela, who is not only a strong anchor for Jimmy's love but also a strong character in her own right. I wanted to see her storyline continue! The effect this will have on Jimmy is probably obvious--he's going to go nuts--but I also wonder how this will affect Richard Harrow. He did, after all, let Angela momentarily crack his shell when she sketched him sans mask, and throughout this season we've been witness to his scrapbook of family life fantasies. Will he just give up on all of that, seeing how fragile that sense of wholeness really is? I don't think it's much of an exaggeration to imagine that Jimmy and him grieving together--shit, they might just KILL EVERYONE.




Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Boardwalk Empire Season 2 Episode 7 "Peg of Old" Review




There’s a big hullabaloo surrounding heavyweight boxing champ Jack Dempsey, who has taken Nucky up on his offer to train in Atlantic City before his big upcoming fight. When Dempsey takes a break from the press attention, Nucky greets him and requests he do a promotions stint at Babette’s that week. Always eager to rub elbows with some big wigs and loose ladies, the boxer agrees. A reporter approaches them for one last question, though it’s directed toward Nucky, not Dempsey. He futilely inquires into Nucky’s suspicious dealings with Attorney General Daugherty, which Nucky easily rebuffs.

Van Alden arrives home to his Cradle of Sin to find a bedraggled Lucy sitting in the kitchen. She tells him the baby has been crying all day and presses him for closure of their financial arrangement. He admits his wife is MIA after finding the news that his lovechild was intended for her less than satisfactory, and Lucy is livid when he tells her that not only does he not have a home for the baby, but neither does he have the $3000 he promised her for going through with it all in that fashion. The fine print of the “financial arrangement” between Lucy and Van Alden had been unclear until last week’s episode, where it was revealed that Van Alden was keeping Lucy pregnant and imprisoned so that he could give the baby to his barren wife. But after the powerful birth experience whereby Lucy delivered her baby completely alone, I half-expected something to turn for her where she would become insanely attached to her daughter and refuse to give her up. Of course, demanding another woman’s baby against her will wouldn’t be in line with Rose’s good nature, and it would certainly make things too easy for Van Alden, a character whose evolution we honestly care more about than Lucy’s.

At the Commodore’s lavish castle, Jimmy is conducting a meeting with the major players who plan to overthrow the current bootlegging kings: Lucky Luciano and Meyer Lansky, Al Capone (I’ve actually kinda missed him!), Mickey Doyle (he’s an idiot, but he makes the booze), Richard Harrow, and Eli Thompson, who’s always eager to ride the coattails of the next most powerful guy (maybe if he changed out of his cop outfit and put on a suit once in a while he’d be taken more seriously?). Jimmy is outlining how easy it will be to control it all with everyone in his pocket, the way Nucky has done. When asked about Nucky's fate, Jimmy says he’ll go to jail. Eli, who hates his brother even more since the last time he came to him for help he left with a shotgun pointed at his head, interrupts Al and Lucky’s bickering with the strong suggestion that they just kill him. A hush falls over the room, and Jimmy looks sick at the notion. He beseeches Eli to discuss it with him later, but he insists they talk about it with everyone and just get the decision made. Overwhelmed with the men’s fast reasons for why it’s such a good idea, Jimmy looks like he’s going to throw up. Despite the fact that he’s really the one at the head of the proverbial table, he succumbs to the group’s pressure to have his former father-like mentor whacked.

Van Alden arrives at work to find his office has been overtaken by the Assistant US Attorney Esther Randolph, who is the new “serious” prosecutor assigned to Nucky’s federal case. Serious indeed. A far cry from the amateur Charles Thorogood, Randolph has set up a no-nonsense shop (at Van Alden's desk) out of which she will operate to bring the corrupt Nucky down for election-rigging and prostitute-slinging. Nucky was not pleased to hear that Daugherty was replacing the cover prosecutor to begin with, and he is just plain pissed when his lawyer informs him of Esther Randolph’s impressive credentials and undesirable intentions. Without a solid grasp on the severe situation, he realizes his carefully-woven life may begin to unravel.

Margaret takes a trip to Brooklyn to finally visit the alienated family at which she’s hinted ambiguously
throughout this season. She arrives at their modest apartment, well-dressed but dubious, to be awkwardly received by her three cheerful younger sisters and more rigid older brother, Eamon, with whom there is clearly tension.Over family dinner, Margaret (“our 'Peg of old'”) pleasantly reacquaints herself with her estranged siblings. When Eamon coarsely presses her for detailsof how she lives her obviously privileged lifestyle with no husband but a dead one, her sisters step in and defend her right to whatever it is that she’s got. Instead of shrinking in the sun, she offers financial help to her poor, hardworking family, but Eamon makes it clear that he’s not interested in her charity.

Eddie interrupts Nucky’s meeting with his lawyer to announce Lucy’s presence, as well as that of her new baby. Nucky immediately asserts that they haven’t seen each other since their breakup the previous spring, which is a welcome comic relief to Lucy’s incessant sourpuss. But she assures him she is only there for money, under the pretense that she needs it for the baby. When asked about the whereabouts of the father, she informs him that it is the very prohibition agent who has been after him for a year. Nucky summons Van Alden with the intention of making a deal: his money problems go away in exchange for inside information on his new prosecutor. I must say I’m happy to get a glimpse of the old Nucky after witnessing this sad, weakened and angry Nuck over the last six episodes. He really shines when holding a shady upper hand over someone. When he casually mentions he gave Lucy money, Van Alden becomes upset.

Jimmy is anxiously going over the grievous details of Nucky’s impending assassination with his mother, Gillian. When he asks what she thinks about the decision, she implies she is supportive of his quick rise to power by any means necessary, despite his own misgivings about snuffing out the man who was more of a father to him than the Commodore ever was. She advises him that it doesn’t matter now anyway, since it would be a grave mistake to appear indecisive (weak) in front of his ambitious new gang. “And that’s why he dies?” he wonders.

After dinner Margaret and Eamon get a chance to speak alone. During this intimate conversation we learn what is likely the source of her brother’s coldness: the fact that Margaret became pregnant as an unwed teenager and chose escaping to America over being sent to an abusive convent. Not only did she forsake her life and family, but she funded the trip by stealing from her parents money that was meant instead for Eamon’s voyage. When she tries to pay him back, he expresses no interest in helping her to unburden her own conscience. Presumably to avoid awkward questions, he snatches the cash off the table only as their youngest sister walks in the door.

Van Alden returns home in haste, looking for Lucy whom he suspects has fled. He is momentarily hopeful that she is the woman he hears in the bedroom singing the baby to sleep, but he instead finds a neighbor who reports that Lucy just went out for formula. Van Alden gets that she will not be returning. If he didn’t get it though, the title page of the play Lucy wanted to act in pinned to a dirty diaper left rotating on the phonograph pretty much seals the deal.

Left holding the baby bag, later that day Van Alden cradles his daughter as he makes a first attempt at naming her. Aww, we suspect he might kind of like the little bug. Later he shows up at work requesting a word with Ms. Randolph, to whom he immediately divulges the existence of his illegitimate daughter. He explains that he tells her this because he wants to prove that he is, if nothing else, an honest man. He then makes a curious move by bestowing upon her the gift of his very extensive and incriminating file on Nucky. At a time when Van Alden clearly needs all the support Nucky is offering, we wonder if this gesture is simply a means of getting into her good graces so that he may be an effective double agent, or does he really intend to assert his goodness by sticking it to all-that-represents-bad Nucky once and for all?

Margaret’s sisters are thrilled by her wealth and this mysterious man who provides for her, but Margaret is shaken when the youngest, Eilish, lays out an eerily accurate picture of the man’s depth of power and also tragic past. Her sisters insist that her passion for reading colors her imagination so. Recognizing an opportunity for connection, the next morning Margaret returns to her family’s neighborhood where she meets little Eilish in the street and gives her a book. Just as she’s musing over what fun it would be for the girl to come visit her in Atlantic City, Eamon approaches. He returns her dirty money and makes it clear that any other gifts or offers would be unwelcome. She wants to have Eilish come stay with her, to make her life better, but Eamon offers up a little slut-shaming, unconvinced that “making her life better” in the way Margaret has done for herself would be anything he or their sisters would be interested in. She blames him for abandoning her through cowardice at a pivotal time when she needed her brother most, but whatever guilt he feels over that is trumped by what he sees as her selfish actions. He sends her away. She cries in the car.

Owen Sleater, meanwhile, is not in the driver’s seat of Nucky’s car where he should be but instead at a seedy bar where he recognizes an old acquaintance from back home. With no back story for this particular encounter, methinks he has intentionally sought out this man, but the truth of it is unclear. It’s hard even to say just what’s going on in the conversation Owen initiates--there’s a lot of Irish name-dropping compounded with the two heavy accents--but it’s apparent when Owen follows him into the bathroom and brandishes a strangling wire that they’re no longer old buddies. Some old IRA business, no doubt. The actual act of strangling the guy is sloppy and lasts a full minute and a half, which is enough camera time to make even me break a sweat. That poor unlucky Irishman. Quick note: sloppy whacking or not, Owen’s adeptness with a soup spoon as accessory to murder is novel!

That night at the promotional function at Babette’s, as Jack Dempsey delivers a droll speech and Nucky makes eyes with a pretty girl across the room, Jimmy smoothly swoops into the picture. He approaches Nucky with a single cryptic message: “It doesn’t make a difference if you’re right or wrong. You just have to make a decision.” As he departs, a nameless man emerges and shoots Nucky (gasp!), but he only hits the hand that Nucky instinctively puts up to shield his more vital parts. We see Jimmy exit and flinch as someone assures the crowd that Nucky’s alive. Jimmy already didn’t want to go through with this, but now he’s probably wishing he'd made sure the hit man had actually been a good one. Nucky is definitely not stupid enough to think that that obscure kiss of death he delivered just before the shot was coincidence.
A depleted Margaret arrives at Nucky’s beach house to find no one but Owen present. He is not exactly collected (evidence from the day’s brutal murder is left on his hand), but he’s calm and professional with his boss’ icy paramour until they reach the second floor stairs. Irishman to Irishwoman, he suddenly confides in her the discomfort he feels on unfamiliar ground. Both dejected after parallel trips down Memory Lane, they make a chilly agreement to sleep together under the condition that neither will speak of it again. Ever. For what could have been a rather hot sexual tension between mistress and the help, their connection is sad and feels contrived, just two strangers in a strange land, faced with the dour circumstances under which they came to America, perhaps even trapped in those familiar patterns which have brought them both wealth and misery.


Notes: For once Gillian requests that her son look away while she changes? Their relationship has gotten increasingly creepy lately, but at the same time Jimmy is visibly distancing himself from her powerful, yet subtle, influence.

Gillian and Lucky Luciano are totally still doin’ it.

Owen and Margaret had better be really smart about their dangerous liaison. As his hand heals Nucky’s probably going to have some down time with which to compile a really good hit list, and it’s likely neither of them would like to find themselves on it.
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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Healthy Pumpkin Cookies for Fall Festivities



Welcome, fall! You came so suddenly! This time of year is mahvelous--chilly and bright, multicolor trees like paintings--and I'm officially in baking mode. That means my usual morning begins with some insatiable urge to bake something warm and sweet, yet robust and healthy. I woke up yesterday knowing I was going to make a Halloween treat, but with all the clownish candy and whack orange icing in the stores, how to celebrate the season without such high risk of dying a fat and painful death?

I came across a wonderful recipe for pumpkin chocolate chip cookies by this sweet gal, but I just made it a bit more my style. These cookies were fun, simple to make, and totally fuh-reaking yummy without being too sweet, which makes me feel better about eating four at a time. Bonus: they look like cookies but have a consistency closer to a muffin, so you get a two-fer by having every right to smear them with some butter and/or local honey, apple butter, berry jam, etc. Epic!

Here's the breakdown for these sweet beasts:

Wet Ingredients
1 cup canned pumpkin purée (or prepare your own from a fresh pie pumpkin!)
3/4 cup sugar (for baking I use organic Sucanat, an unrefined cane sugar, but one's sugar is a very personal choice)
1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce
1 tbsp ground flaxseed, mixed with 3 tbsp warm water (this is a substitution for one egg, which you could use instead, but I find flax to be a superbly healthy alternative)
1 tbsp vanilla extract
a smattering of butter or Earth Balance spread for greasing the cookie sheets

Dry Ingredients
2 cups whole wheat flour (you could use all-purpose or a combination of the two, but I like the heartiness of whole wheat in baked goods)
1 cup raisins (or apricots, walnuts, chocolate or cinnamon chips--whatever turns you on! I used 1/2 cup pumpkin seeds in my second batch)
2 tsp baking powder
2 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp sea salt
1/8 tsp nutmeg (I like nutmeg a lot, so I could have used more, but use your own judgment with strong spices like these)
1/8 tsp ground cloves

1. Preheat oven to 350. Grease a couple of cookie sheets with that butter or Earth Balance, which is what I use.

2. Before combining ingredients, set aside a small bowl for the flaxseed and water. It needs a few minutes on its own to activate the omega-3s. While that's gellin', combine dry ingredients (flour, baking powders, spices, salt) in a medium sized bowl, holding the raisins (or whatever) to fold in at the end. Combine wet ingredients (pumpkin, sugar, applesauce, flax, vanilla) in a larger bowl. You will be adding the dry to the wet later, so initially reserving the wet for the large bowl is a good idea.
3. Gradually add dry mixture to the wet. Spoon onto cookie sheet, about 2 inches apart. The dough will be quite wet and sticky, which isn't the best for rolling into balls, but just glop them on as best you can. They bake into these gnarly muffin tops, a look I rather like in my cookies. Can't say that for everything.

4. Bake for 11-14 mins. Let cool for a few minutes, but do be sure to try at least one straight from the oven! Heaven!



Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The Pete & Peggy Account: Five Years of Mad Love


WARNING: Complete and utter spoiler alert for anyone who has not seen all four seasons of "Mad Men." If you're a seasoned vet and/or don't care for surprises, then by all means read on!

Okay, this post may seem strangely timed considering the most recent season of "Mad Men" finished airing this time last year, and the new one isn't scheduled to start until next March, but the Muse has struck. I admit it, I literally just started watching this highly esteemed series a couple of weeks ago (hence the need to speak now). I'd never been particularly interested but recently tried it out on a whim--because, hell--I adore pencil skirts and whiskey for breakfast, so what could it hurt? But wow! Where the hell have I been the last four years? I don’t even assume you need to ask how I accomplished the task of watching the as yet entire four seasons in two weeks. It is understood.

So much is said of our tragic hero, aka “Superman determined to self-destruct” Don Draper; he's a character analyst's obvious wet dream, so I’ll leave him to those who really care. The character dynamic that’s got my skirt flipping is the twisted, kinda-sorta-love story between our modest heroine, Peggy Olson, and sickeningly smarmy yet strangely arousing account executive Pete Campbell. This demented relationship is fascinating, considering the breadth of it is comprised almost entirely of a perpetual chain of emotionally loaded gazes and evocative interplay. The very short sexual affair they had (could it even be called romantic?), and the forsaken love child that resulted are such a small part of what we experience of this connection, and yet the exceptional acting and screenwriting come together to deliver a silent anguish which underlies the “Pete and Peggy” story brilliantly. For a pervading and what I would call major storyline, these two have perhaps the least amount of screen time together, yet what space they are given, they fill so beautifully.

We meet them both on Peggy’s first day as Don Draper’s secretary at the prestigious Sterling Cooper Advertising Agency. We are introduced to rich kid turned ambitious young executive, Peter Campbell, as he speaks on the phone to his fiancée, Trudy, about his bachelor party that evening. While the other three office stooges (Ken Cosgrove, Harry Crane, Paul Kinsey) snicker and smoke in the background, Pete reassures Trudy of all the things smug grooms-to-be need to reassure their brides of the night of their bachelor parties. He ends the conversation with an indicatory statement to her: “Of course I love you; I’m giving up my life to be with you, aren’t I?” Haha! Oh, Pete.

Impending nuptials or not, he doesn't curtail his ass hattery with the opposite sex, which is evidenced in his first meeting with the new girl Peggy. In Don's office, he remarks brashly on her dowdy appearance and muses crudely on the potential of her hidden assets, a welcome Peggy finds repulsively warm. After she leaves, Don gives Pete a sweetly succinct scolding. Of course later on Peggy also makes an ass of herself by coming onto Don in thanks for his defense, which he embarrassingly rebuffs.

Later that night we get a peek into the bachelor party, where we witness Pete’s super creepy attempt at finger-raping a random date. A persistent fellow if nothing else, he shows up at Peggy's apartment following the raunchy pre-marital celebrations, drunk and slurring lustfully into her hair. It’s hard to say to what extent I dislike Pete at this point, but Peggy appears to be more decided on the issue and invites him in. This is the last we see of them that night and are left to draw our own conclusions. This turn of events certainly surprised me, as not only is our presumption that Peggy is a callow, careful young prude dashed (although we did see her procure birth control earlier in the episode), but I found myself wondering why an obviously bright and competent girl even gives him the time of day (night). It is understandable that she would be flattered by the attentions of this smooth executive, and I’m all about sexual freedom for Catholic girls in 1960, but our first impression of Pete Campbell is a pretty foul one.

A couple of weeks later, Pete returns from his honeymoon at Niagara Falls ("the wettest place on Earth"). It's obvious that he's glad to be married, as that's the proper thing for a man of his age and means to do (and he gets dinner waiting for him every evening!), but he wastes no time in engaging with Peggy in his distinctly weird way. This largely consists of smoldering her with obsessive gazes across crowded rooms and then going on to rudely enfeeble her, as if she were foolish to even exist because he’s married. He is so plainly projecting his own self-judgment on her, but she plays it cool, and aside from the necessary professional interactions she does a good job at avoiding him. She makes it clear that she will not play into his belittling games.

Interestingly though, as time goes on, despite Pete’s boorish approach and engorged ego, his tendency toward cruel condescension and that pompous prep school way of speaking, we find ourselves not totally hating him. In fact, we kind of like him. We kind of can’t get enough of him. Wait, how did this happen? How did that rotten first impression fade so quietly into the background? His faults are certainly familiar; we often see them in personalities with his similar WASPy upbringing--and these personalities we're accustomed to despising--but Pete’s character is not despicable or predictable. Instead of simply getting stuck as the “bad guy,” Pete wears his vulnerabilities on his sleeve and showcases his evolving dimensions.

For one, he proves to be damn good at his job, something we weren't so sure of early on. We know that he is scraped from the upper crust of a prominent New York family, and it is assumed that this had a major influence on his initial hiring to Sterling Cooper, but we see that his indefatigable desire to prove his professional worth stems mainly from genuine ambition. Of course, this ambition gets muddled with his deep-seated entitlement issues and dark competitiveness with the one man whom he at once idolizes and abhors: the untouchable Don Draper. Because Pete struggles with the natural truth that he is not Alpha male, the fact that he is really freaking good at acquiring, managing, and appeasing high stock accounts by any means necessary (his smarminess really comes in handy) is essentially overlooked until later on.

In the context of Pete’s aspirations and the troubles that go along with them, Peggy continues to play a major role in his life. Though except for a small handful of tender and pivotal moments, his treatment of her see-saws darkly between cold condescension and white hot desire. Simple psychology tells us that because he struggles for authority in every other part of his life--work, his strained relationship to his own parents as well as dominant in-laws, and even Trudy, who tries to be the perfect submissive housewife but is naturally quite assertive--Pete craves something he can control. Yet for all the power he wishes to have over Peggy, he continually relinquishes his own dominance by soliciting her loving attention for the purposes of therapy more so than romantic exchange. This is evidenced the day Peggy is in his office dropping off some work he’d offered to review (as well as that wonderfully classic moment in season two: “I hate my mother--what do you think of that?”). Clearly removed, he invites her to sit down and listen to him. She does, and he goes on to disclose a fantasy to her, one so primal it’s hard to tell whether she is turned on or terrified. This dynamic is complicated by the fact that he’s got a rifle leaning against the wall next to them (I was almost certain he was going to go on a shooting rampage, and I suspect Peggy was wondering the same thing, though it turns out he was just having a bad week. Whew! Of course he does keep the rifle in his office--good thing he eventually gets promoted!).

A short time later, after much ambiguous build-up, he and Peggy finally have a second sexual encounter. In “The Hobo Code” we find them both heading into the office early one morning. They meet in the elevator where Peggy admits her anxiety over the presentation of her first copywriting project. Pete rebuffs her genuine human-whose-slept-with-human attempt at conversation with his usual cavalier tone (jealous much?). A bit later she finds him staring out the window of his office, intensely absorbed in thought, and he invites her--nay, orders her--to come in and close the door. She is reluctant, and rightly so, considering none of us can tell if he’s going to kiss her or kill her. He does kiss her, and pulls her hair (hot!), and they wind up having a racy quickie on his office couch. Superb.

Afterward they share a last kiss and perhaps the closest they ever come to a romantic moment before he begins expressing chagrin over his unfamiliar and passionless marriage. Peggy sweetly assures him he is “not alone in this,” and leaves just as the rest of the Sterling Cooper employees are arriving.

With Sterling, Cooper, and Draper out of the office early that day, the rest of the employees fuck off work early to go out for drinks in honor of the success of Peggy's first campaign (and/or in honor of the bosses fucking off early). At the bar we see Pete in an altogether different mood: he sets himself apart from the merriment and leers disdainfully at a cheerful, dancing Peggy. It’s been a pretty good day for her, what with the office nookie and then the sale of her first copy. She notices him staring at her (like usual--gawd!) and confidently dances over to him. When she invites him to join her, he contemptuously replies “I don’t like you like this.” She is visibly stung and walks away, wiping away a single tear. Pete leaves. As the audience we wonder: he doesn’t like her like what? Happy? Successful? Into him? What is his problem anyway? Is he simply embarrassed and frustrated over his legitimate attraction to her, or is he just a complete asshole who gets off on cruel power trips? It’s more likely that he knows Peggy is not the demure and conformable thing he wanted her to be; an ironic choice as an outlet for his control issues, Peggy is quickly carving out a natural place for herself in the corporate world, and as she becomes more successful, Pete becomes more spiteful but also more captivated. The temptation of her is dangerous to his entire existence. If only he knew how real shit is about to get!

The next morning we see Peggy arriving early for work again, and despite Pete’s callous treatment the day before, she peeks into his office hopefully. She is disappointed when she does not find him there. When he does arrive later that morning, he does not look over to her desk as she obviously anticipates, and it is assumed that they do not have any more significant flirtations for a while. As time goes on, it appears that the small flame Peggy once held for Pete went out that day. We see her sole focus shift to her work, but Pete continues to engage with her, ignorant to remorse and the fact that he totally had his chance. Just as she did immediately after his wedding, Peggy avoids personal involvements with him and keeps her demeanor cool and professional. He is offended by this.

Despite the barbaric ways in which Pete comforts himself at Peggy’s expense, it appears as though he does indeed harbor a secret fidelity to her. This idea manifests later in the season as the curious weight gain she has for a while been exhibiting becomes considerable. While the other guys in the office crack immature jokes, Pete, who has been mostly reserved on the issue, boils over and punches Ken for a particularly tasteless jab. This is significant as the first time we ever see Pete stand up for someone else. Of course, never fully altruistic, Pete is also defending his own pride, as he faces the embarrassing level of intimate trust he has invested in this peculiar woman.

Of course in the season one finale we understand why Peggy has gained so much weight. The baby she gives birth to and subsequently rejects is a monumental development in this gnarled affair, and as season two begins we are dying to see how she handles it. We discover early on that she’s not in any rush to tell Pete. Their connection seems to have cooled off considerably over the last few months, and we become privy to more of their personal developments: the ironic struggle of Pete and Trudy to conceive a child of their own, and the influence Peggy’s guilt-tripping priest (Colin Hanks!) has on the reflection of her substantial past.

The dynamic between Peggy and Pete has already noticeably shifted as she settles into the promotion she received right before she gave birth to the baby she didn't know she was carrying. As Peggy asserts herself as a professional equal on the creative team, she inevitably starts working more closely with account man Pete. Their talents prove to complement each other, and as Peggy distances herself even further from the vision of the timid secretary with whom Pete once cruelly toyed, he starts approaching her with a more sincere interest. Unfortunately for him, she is inexplicably disinterested.

But for all the fun it is watching them happily muse over Clearasil slogans, what we've all been waiting for is the outstanding scene of confession at the end of the second season. It is heartbreakingly perfect. In the thick of the Cuban Missile Crisis, Pete invites Peggy once again into his office (this is one very charged room!) to confess what we've gathered throughout this season but weren’t sure he’d ever admit: that he loves her and wants to be with her somehow. (As I’ve gone back and re-watched that scene [like, 100 times], I can’t help but chuckle at Pete’s line “you never let me talk about what I want to talk about.” It seems a deluded lie considering his narcissistic tendencies, but at the same time it is true that Peggy has emotionally distanced herself so much from him that whether he’s asking her what she did for Memorial Day weekend or intimating his deep-rooted Mommy & Daddy issues, Peggy makes herself increasingly unavailable to him.) But Pete is blindsided when Peggy stops him to make her own painful confession: that for the last two years she’s been hiding the fact that not only did she become pregnant by him, but she gave birth to and immediately gave up the baby he fathered. With no bells and whistles, excuses or explanations, she delivers this electrifyingly straightforward message: “You got me pregnant, I had a baby, and I gave it away." (She even repeats it! Oy!) After 13 agonizing episodes of allusions and ambiguous flashbacks, this is the first time she acknowledges the experience out loud, so this is a great cathartic moment for both her character and us, the aching audience. Needless to say, this is not at all the response Pete was hoping for--indeed it was not even on his worst case scenario list--but there it is. With one last heartening hand on his shoulder, she leaves him alone to fumble in the bleakness of this proclamation. A single tear rolls beautifully down his cheek. I think keeping that shot on Pete for just a second or two longer would have made that moment even more powerful.

As season three begins to churn along, we witness many things happening at Sterling Cooper, but we see very little interaction between Pete and Peggy. It seems as though they are really living parallel lives which may only flourish if they temporarily refrain from intersection. In the aftermath of a painfully life-altering affair, it is interesting that they become equally intent on building their careers, and they both do it extremely well. As most everyone else at Sterling Cooper begins to crumble or totally check out for one reason or another, Pete and Peggy use this time of great soreness as a gestation period for the development of their specialties.

For a season with much more explicit focus on their respective careers than their romantic past, one eye is gracefully kept on the periphery of their powerful story. We finally plug back into the general mood of their relationship in the fifth episode when they are duped into a shared lunch meeting with Duck Phillips, who wants to lure them both away from Sterling Cooper. When Pete arrives he is clearly disturbed to be confronted with Peggy’s presence, a discomfort compounded by Duck’s audacious offer. He storms out shortly after arriving. Peggy stays, not so sure of her opposition to Duck’s proposal.

Later, Pete approaches Peggy upon seeing her emerge from Don’s office. He asks if she mentioned Duck’s proposition to Don, to which she ultimately replies “it’s my decision, Pete.” He sourly retorts, “your decisions affect me.” This is an obvious reference to their history, and she literally walks away from it. Could things get any more painfully awkward between these two?

In the next episode we get one more quick peek into their story, and that is when Lois the lummox shreds British hot shot Guy McKendrick’s foot with the John Deere at the office party (Ken is agreeably idiotic for bringing a riding lawn mower into an office full of drunks, but Jesus Christ, Lois, seriously!). Peggy rushes over with Pete immediately behind her. Upon seeing the masticated foot, she faints, and Pete catches her. A few shots later we see her come to and stand up, and they realize each other very briefly, but sweetly, in each other’s arms.

That is really the extent of their interaction in season three, but I believe that fact in itself speaks volumes. Paraphrasing Vincent Kartheiser himself (the actor who plays Pete) from a 2009 TV Guide interview, noticing just as much what doesn't happen as what does is a poignant approach to this portrayal of the year after Peggy’s momentous confession. Of course, as an emotionally invested audience we desperately want catharsis through confrontation. We want realization of what happened and to witness their emotional processes, but the truth of the matter is that the absence of reaction to each other is part of their respective processes. Their relationship has gone into tense hibernation after such a weighty admission, and they are both undoubtedly soaking in a cocktail of all the yuckiest emotions. Pete just doesn’t trust Peggy as he did so intimately before; perhaps this is a significant catalyst which brings him closer to his own wife.

As season three comes to a close, the changes that have occurred in both characters are unrivaled elsewhere on the show. They have both matured incredibly, and it’s no question that much of that is attributed to the heaviness of their shared experience. Pete has been humbled, crushed by the magnitude of Peggy's disclosure, and he has lost much of his frat boy smugness, something he replaces with palpable talent. The power games have long since ended, and the penetrating looks have given way to awkward indicators of the pain in which he simply flounders. Peggy the stoic continues to feed the fire of her own transformation, and she so naturally avoids backpedaling for even a second on the fast track to career success.

Of course by the beginning of season four another huge development is under way; with the sudden overtake of PPL, and therefore Sterling Cooper, by advertising giant McCann-Erickson, the best and brightest of Sterling Cooper have literally flown in the night to branch off and become Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce. In the first episode of the new season, we see Pete and Peggy seemingly getting along swimmingly, even hatching a silly (and effective!) marketing scheme together. The awkwardness and anger in season three seems to have given way to a mournful acceptance.

In episode four, "The Rejected," we get one last big gulp of what is now an intoxicating memory of Pete and Peggy. Early in the episode we learn Pete's wife Trudy is finally pregnant, something Peggy learns secondhand when she is asked to sign a congratulatory card. She immediately goes to him with her good wishes, and the thoughtful evocativeness with which he thanks her reminds us that neither have forgotten what once was or what might have been. She then retreats to her office to decompress and bang her head on her desk. C'est la vie, Peggy.

It is the gut-wrenching scene at the end of the episode which, with no dialogue between them, says so much. You know the one! As Peggy heads out to lunch with her new circle of bohemian friends, Pete stands in the lobby with his own circle of powerhouse businessmen. She walks past them and through the glass lobby door, and as her giddy group waits for the elevator, her eyes wander wistfully over to where Pete stands on the other side. Charming and cheerful in his dream role, he lands upon her gaze. After so much pain and awkwardness, they realize they are in precisely the right place, reveling shamelessly in one long, knowing look. The contrast of the diverging lives they are living immediately next to each other is astounding and reflected perfectly in this shot. We understand they’ve made their decisions, they’ve made their sacrifices, and now as they make this cathartic connection in remembrance of what was, they are finally content to go forward. Pete smiles humbly while I cry like a fucking baby.

So is this the end? It appears as such. There is a single shot a few episodes later when Pete gives a speculatively worrisome look as Peggy and a heavily pregnant Trudy emerge from the ladies' room together--as any man probably would upon seeing his wife and former mistress together--but that is ultimately the icing on the salty Pete and Peggy cake. I don't know what Matthew Weiner has in store for season five, but as much as I hate to admit it, this seems like an appropriate time to put these two out of their misery. I find the haunting sadness that is the backbone of all of their scenes thrilling, but realistically, we do have to believe their wounds are healing. Of course there will always be that haunting sadness, because if for no other reason, the fact that Peggy had a full-term child, a child that is still out there somewhere, cannot ultimately be forgotten. At the same time they are not going to get together and go looking for him. Neither will they have a religious revelation and begin living in plural marriage (although this would make for some excellent soapy fan fiction). Their history is too heavy to ever go merrily back, and after "The Rejected" we understand there is little reason to ever want to.

Of course, emotional crab that I am, I still want to see them specifically acknowledge the baby. Is that too idealistic and crazy?! Aside from the confession they have failed to have an actual conversation about it (Pete didn't exactly get to dialogue with her in his state of shock), which is something I for one desperately need. I could believably see it happening, for one reason or another, perhaps as the hippie movement really blows up and freedom, love, and honesty are the name of the game. Perhaps Pete is in danger of getting drafted to Vietnam, and he and Peggy are somehow in another Cuban Missile-like situation where they are faced with their mortality (although intelligent, married men with children were not a high priority for the draft). Maybe they collaborate on a wildly successful campaign, and in a whirlwind of high-spirited celebrations, they find themselves in a reflective mood (aka they get really drunk and have it out).

Clearly I'm not ready to totally snuff out the Pete and Peggy fire, but regardless of what is in store for them, I have certainly enjoyed every provocative second thus far. For a relationship whose progression has relied much more on subtext than dialogue, the story has been told so very effectively. Congratulations, Matt Weiner, you've got another Maddict on your golden hands!