"Corner Office": Jon Hamm shines as a broker surrounded by millionaires on the brink of the abyss

Many still yearn for 'Mad Men', the famous series that, from 2007 to 2015, told the life of Don Draper

Played by Jon Hamm, we were placed behind a 1960s ad man who has everything to be happy but is unable to escape an infinite existential void that he tries to cover up with extramarital affairs, alcohol and an infinity of absorbing advertising campaigns.

Now, a decade after its end, "Vicios Ocultos" has arrived on Apple TV. It is a new television fiction thatshares with the original AMC series its lead actor and a handful of common traitsranging from the stylistic, such as the luxurious suits that suit the protagonist so well, to the plot, based on the incoherent sadness of those who have everything.

A sharp portrait of the sadness and moral decay of the richest

Andrew Cooper is a fund manager who sees his whole life fall apart after his wife cheats on him with his best friend. From there, he embarks on a whirlwind of bad luck and decay in which echoes of John Cheever's 'The Swimmer' resonate, in which a man dives into the pools of his millionaire neighbors at the same time as he dives into loneliness and awareness of age.

With such a scenario, the series resorts to the much-used resource of making the viewer enjoy the miseries of millionaires, morally saving its protagonist in front of the camera and making us empathize with him and his environment.

To achieve this, he differentiates himself from others of his kind through misfortune, bad luck and condemnation to an even worse hell than those described by Dante in his 'Divine Comedy': the possibility that your neighbors will discover that you have exchanged your Maserati for a mid-range car

All this, with Jon Hamm's trademark aura, always able to dazzle in front of the camera, and a luxurious setting marked by watches more expensive than cars, cars more expensive than houses and houses more expensive than entire housing developments. A sober portrait that shows that neither Rolls Royce, nor Patek Philippe, nor Birkin bags guarantee happiness