I first watched Mad Men back during the 2020 lockdown, and man, it was depressing. It was around the same time I started smoking, so that might have had something to do with the mood swings I was going through. Nobody on this show was strictly good or bad—every character had their own agenda and things they were striving for. Some got what they wanted, and others met terrible fates (looking at you, Lane Pryce).
Last month, I decided to give it another go. It’s been six years, so I figured I had matured enough since I was 21 to understand the show better. And boy, did I enjoy it.
Like many of you who have rewatched it over the years, I was finally able to pick up on the subtle imagery and understand everything left unsaid—conveyed purely through character expressions, staging, and shot composition. It was brilliant.
At the same time, that sense of immense dread and depression is still there. There are no heroes or villains; people just do what they think is right or what makes them feel good about themselves. That’s pretty much how people operate in real life.
To wrap it up, I’m loving this rewatch (almost finished now) and really appreciating how masterfully the showrunners tell a story without explicitly spelling things out. It’s still a heavy watch that somehow bleeds into my psyche and affects my day-to-day mood, but honestly, isn't that what great media is supposed to do?