… and jon hamm’s character in particular, don draper. he’s house MD in the 1960s world of advertising, PR and brutal business. he’s america’s answer to matthew macFadyen – who i think is a seriously undermined, overlooked and underestimated powerful actor, but doesn’t have the wild persona portrayed oh-so-unabashedly by his fellow tinseltown comrades. i should warn you, however, that Jon Hamm has an american streak to him, much unlike his don draper character; loud, sociable, funny. saturday night live’s outing was (in an american way, since a britton would find it hard to follow the refernces in the jokes, but anyhow) cool-e-yo. i like his parodies. and i don’t like many parodies. there’s something comforting in knowing someone who can take the piss outta themselves, dontcha think?
aside: don’t you hate it when you go to wikipaedia to extract valuable (or time-consuming and IQ-reducing, in my case) information on something (or in my case someone) and they torture the whole thing heartlessly by pasting a washed-out, disturbed image of what that thing (or who that person, in my case) was meant tobe? to a point of beyond recognition? he looks like a frigging homeless drunkard there. tut tut tut.
lost boys parody: the saxaphone guy
and the purpose of this post? perhaps to remind myself in future how i spent my time when i most needed time; wasted on jon hamm’s comic appearences, listening to elvis castello’s “she” (from notting hill, the movie), wondering why people hate janet jackson (nipple incident with the distinctlty unhelpful justin timberlake), etc etc etc…
so… must go bed. au revoir, le monde.
