No, this is not a thoughtful post about a particular movie or movies. Baby steps, people. Instead, a bit of prestidigitation, courtesy of the USPS.
When I retrieved the mail today, there was one of those clear plastic baggies, with the legend "WE CARE" in the box. My heart sank. You see, inside the plastic, there was just the part of the Netflix mailer you rip off once it arrives at your house [advertising The Brothers Bloom, as it happens]. The part with your address on it. As in, no movie.
The following sincere message appeared below the postal service's claim of caring:
Dear Postal Customer:
We sincerely regret the damage to your mail during handling by the Postal Service. We hope this incident did not inconvenience you. Blah blah blah
Now, in tearing through the Mad Men seasons, I'd encountered problems with whatever script is supposed to move a newly added title to the top spot once before, which meant that the missing movie was not the eagerly anticipated next installment of the ongoing travails of Sterling Cooper et al. but instead Orson Welles' F for Fake.
Or was it? Resigned to the effort of communicating with an online entity that the post had eaten its disc, I logged onto Netflix and discovered... nothing up my sleeve! ... F for Fake had magically returned to its red enveloped home and the next Mad Men is scheduled to arrive tomorrow.
Magic! [cue "The Final Countdown."]
Or, you know, maybe it's a long con. Whatever. Bring on Don & Betty.
