- He walks among us: "The truth is, gleaming ride and all, not many people take notice of him. Maybe it's some Malibu nonchalance. . . . More likely it has to do with how little Hamm resembles his onscreen persona: He's an athletic guy with a quick smile, floppy hair, mouse-gray Nike mid-tops. Not self-consciously handsome. Not a dick."
- But has flashes of superstardom: "Then there's the salesman's pitch, a dreamy melody of wishes granted, promises met, futures brightened. So, after another triple-digit speed dash [in his on-loan Mercedes], he can say with languorous authority, 'The thing about this car is, it has excellent brakes,' and it is utterly convincing. . . . And when we stop for a snack down the road at a place called Duke's and Hamm pronounces a phrase as banal as 'The nachos have landed,' it has the weight of a benediction. Everything's gonna be all right now, because . . . the nachos have landed."
- And becomes a savior when he's Don Draper: "What's startling about Draper isn't just the physical man-ness Hamm projects as the chisel-chinned messenger sent from the past to save us from casual Fridays and Twitter."