Just watched 2.5 times. (Umm, twice, plus some strategic rewinds. Full-season rewatch scheduled for the weekend. Sadly, can't do tomorrow.)
Sumi, I can't say I'm disappointed, if only because I never for a moment expected anything different. This show (or I guess I should say, Weiner) has been an absolute master of the not-really-a-redirect all season. Of *course* Peggy was knocked up. Of *course* Dick's secret shame was class. Of *course* there was a real Don who died in the war -- all of it was there from the first moment, and the brilliant thing was how he made what we always knew was coming... not at all a surprise, because there really wasn't much redirection, but it's still new, maybe because of the lack of pointers and anvils and over-explanations. Kennedy won, and yet the show played it differently than I've ever seen it.
Youth culture is winning. Clearasil and Bob Dylan. OMFG BOB DYLAN -- not played for Pete, or Peggy, or already incredibly dated beatnik dude, or anyone else who represents the upcoming generation: for Don, because Dylan at 20 had that regretful thing going already, and because Don can't escape it.
(I've been veering back and forth between Dick/Don for weeks, but, no, Don.)
Damn, Don. Fucker made me feel for him, like I always knew he would. Not with the carousel presentation, which was sheer amazing ad-man slick, but with the callback to the earlier staircase moment. Stairs are the domain of lonely children.
Damn, Betty! Absolute triumph of playing the shrink. I share JZ's tiny-fist-shaking rage at the people who see her as a child. Love me some Betty.
Next season.
OMG NEXT SEASON. CAN'T WAIT.
The footage from the wrap party cracked me up, because the three stooges have exactly the same vibe in life as on the show. And because Morse and Slattery are so completely made of awesome. And can I take home a Jon Hamm of my very own please?