gotta love the bad

I watched the first episode of Mad Men last night. Not sure what I think yet. But I'm going to keep watching the show because of Vincent Kartheiser. In "Angel," he played Conner, Angel's son, who grew up in a hell dimension and came back savage and a little paranoid (wouldn't you?). He's one of those actors that has nailed a personality down, in his case: the defensive, falsely confident asshole. As might be expected, the show's appeal, seems to lie in its ability, like most shows on HBO and Showtime, to garner sympathy for repellent people - cause, well, repellent people are usually charming and lovable in their own slimy way. So far in my TV watching habits I've become smitten with a serial killer (Dexter), a thieving pimp (Al Swearingin from Deadwood), a man who steals from gangsters (Omar), a polygamist (Big Love) and many many bloodsucking vampires. All so much more interesting than all the namby pamby, goody two shoes, god fearing men of honor and morals. I guess Milton got it right when he made Satan the most magnetic figure in the story of the fall.