visual rhetoric
I don't want to steal anyone's thunder or appear to be piling on, but one aspect of Hugo Schyzer's "confession" strikes me as especially problematic, especially at a time in.
(This is yet another one of those visual rhetoric posts that's born of this frighteningly imminent course.) You'll recall that according to the first post, Van Patten made Will a.
(Clearly another installment in this never-ending series.) My previous post, on "The Wheel," discussed in great detail the relationship of Don Draper to his past via the fading photographs of.
(Being the first of many of these I'll be producing this summer.) With summer here and only some online teaching duties to attend to—meaning that I can put the 2½ hours.
The latest Mad Men ("The Other Woman") presented me with more to think about than I can currently wrap my head around, but so too did the latest Games of Thrones ("Blackwater"),.
(It goes without saying that this is another one of those posts.) First of all, let me begin with what I won't be talking about: race. It's clearly going to be.
My wife claims that because I pay so little attention to lips when watching television—the deaf love nothing more than a tolerant spouse and a volume button—I end up pausing.
Same as I did with Batman Begins and The Dark Knight (and continue to do to Mad Men) (much more of which is forthcoming) only this time about Hayao Miyazaki's.