A new crop of period series raises the question: What are we looking for in shows about the past?
All pre-teens have their idols, but growing up an emerging nerd, my fixation was typically out of step with my peers. I caught a 30-years deferred case of Beatlemania and acquired a life-long affinity for the '60s. I snapped a pair of headphones in half so my best friend and I could listen to Beatles cassettes simultaneously on my Walkman. I got special permission to stay up late for the airing of The Beatles Anthology on ABC. And I even dressed up as a hippie for Halloween, though my mother wisely drew the line at letting me carry a hand-lettered "Make Love, Not War" sign as part of my ensemble.
Over time, my interest in the era shifted from its music to its social movements, from the first half of the decade to the second. But this year, the wave of Mad Mad-inspired '60s-era shows drew me back to ponder my youthful nostalgia for a period that I never actually experienced for myself.
Of course, all of these shows take for granted that the audience isn't engaged just by the era itself. Mad Men, The Hour, The Playboy Club (which debuted on NBC last Monday) and Pan Am, which starts on ABC tonight, share a common anxiety, a sense that they need to up the ante or audiences will lose interest in the clothes and cocktails. Don Draper can't just be an archetypal alpha male facing the sudden awakening of women's demands and desires. He has to have a secret identity. The Hour can't just be about the tensions and joys of running an upstart news program at a pivotal moment in British history. Its characters have to be pulled into a Cold War conspiracy. Similarly, Pan Am doesn't quite trust audiences to stick with women who, in exchange for representing a corporation, got to see the world. It has an espionage subplot of its own. And The Playboy Club isn't content to explore the tension between feminist self-expression and the commercialization of sex. The show just has to add a very dead, very powerful, mobster to the mix.