Episode Report Card Jacob: A | 4 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Laika Was An Astronaut
By Jacob | Season 1 | Episode 10 | Aired on 2007.09.27
Don actually manages to make it out of the room this time, and Eleanor follows him -- not to continue her glacial creep up his pants leg, but to make sure that Roger Sterling manages to stop before he's gone all haywire. Eleanor, run. Put on your boots and run until you reach the Coney Island rollercoaster, because things are not getting better up in here! Rode the bitch like a horse! In front of you! She was naked and he was fully clothed! It was fucked up! Eleanor pretends that she's this world-weary roué and all this, and Don's like, "You're boring me so bad," and she's like "Don't think of an elephant! And by 'elephant,' I mean 'I am totally slutty!' In case you didn't know!" He tells her it's really not happening, and she's like "Um, pshyeah. Okay, dude." Meanwhile, some stunning dialogue is happening inside that creepy office. Roger's got his head on Mirabelle's thigh and he's kind of absentmindedly running his fingers up and down her leg, and she goes, "I like your office. It's really fancy." He replies that he similarly loves her name, for the same reason I guess, because check it: he wanted to call his daughter Margaret "Margaux," like the wine. And here I thought Mirabelle was as bad as it gets, he throws "Margaux" in your face like it's no big deal.
Roger rightly assumes that Margaret would hate "Margaux" even more than Margaret, but that's not because she's a mean old meanie who hurts her dad's feelings, it's just because...Roger likes dumb names. "Why is she so angry?" he whines, and it's like, "Have you see this show Mad Men?" He asks, since he can admit that Mirabelle is closer to Margaret's age than his own, how come she's not angry too -- guess somebody already broke that pony -- and she just asks him not to be sad. He wishes that his daughter would talk to him without rolling her eyes, but after all, she's right: he has nothing to say to her. Mirabelle opines that girls love their fathers, painting a woefully inadequate picture of the crazy, creepy crockpot of sexual neurosis that the nuclear family has wrought on them all, so he demonstrates it for her: "You have such beautiful skin! I just want to eat it. I want to suck your blood, like Dracula!" Rather than running as fast and as far as she can away from this situation, she drops her cigarette in some booze and kisses him.