This morning I saw Jon Hamm featured in a promo on AMC for “Thanksgiving with the Godfather.” Apparently the cable channel plans to show Parts I and II on Turkey Day, and Hamm was talking about how much the series of movies means to him.
Oh, what a different story I would tell.
But then I took a college class in film criticism, and my instructor was a huge “Godfather” fan. He liked the movie so much, we spent six weeks — count ‘em, six weeks — dissecting every word and gesture and thought and whisper in that film.
His enthusiasm for that movie killed any warmth I might have felt for it. I can’t even look at it anymore.
The very strains of “The Godfather” theme music make me physically ill.
We can only hope that whack professor doesn’t ever do a class on “Mad Men.”