Don’t worry about it.

Yup, time for my obligatory Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip post, which I watched last night again courtesy of the wonderful people of Toronto’s CTV! I wasn’t sure I was going to blog about the third episode of the show, given that I might start to seem like an obsessive about it, but I see that Lance Mannion is getting ready to liveblog the episode. So here are my thoughts on the show that Lance is about to liveblog.

[SPOILERS for tonights Studio 60!]

Lance mentions something someone else said last week about the show:

“Notice when people talk about STUDIO 60 they don’t start the conversation by saying, ‘I really liked it’ or ‘I hated it’? Instead it’s always, What did you think?’ I suspect no one really knows what to make of it.”

Well, I’m getting closer to knowing what to make of it, and while I now know that it’s pretty much what I’ve come close to saying in the previous weeks, I haven’t been able to phrase it so starkly. Here it is: Studio 60 bears too strong a resemblance to The West Wing.

Maybe this is only my problem, given how many times I’ve watched various episodes of TWW, but once again, I couldn’t watch this show and hear that dialogue without picking out small bits, and larger themes, from the earlier show. Yes, Studio 60 is about a TV show as opposed to TWW‘s White House. But Sorkin is still saying exactly the same things. He’s talking about how good people can come together and work hard for a greater purpose. He’s talking about how people of very high standards have to wrestle against dumbing down their work (here it’s ratings; on TWW it was polling results). We have people who have spent their lives in a given business (TV or politics), rising to great success and working at a very high level, being caught completely by surprise by developments they should have seen coming a mile away.

Stripping aside the particulars because Studio 60 happens in a TV studio, nothing ever happens to a character here that didn’t happen in a similar way to someone on The West Wing.

Lance notes that he thinks the show has to show some actual sketches, sooner or later. This episode comes close: one sketch is seen extensively, in rehearsal. The sketch, a comedy bit about the contemporary ignorance of and lack of respect for science, is frankly kind of painful to watch, but the crutch here, obviously, is that we’re only seeing a rehearsal. And then, in the episode’s fourth act, there is a montage of bits from the actual taping of the show. This consists of tiny bits of various sketches broken up by shots of the directors directing, the cast members changing costumes after their bits, et cetera. We hear tiny portions of sketches (“Pimp your trike”), but mainly the sketches that get the most “talk-time” in Sorkin’s teleplay, the “Weekend Update” analogue and some sketch involving Commedia dell’arte, exist only in that very talk-time where “Crazy Christians” also resides.

In three episodes thus far, Aaron Sorkin’s done a lot of telling. He tells us that Jordan Whatshername is brilliant. He tells us that Matt is an amazing writer, that Danny is a brilliant director, and that the blonde on the cast is howlingly funny. But he has yet, so far as I can tell, actually shown us any of that. This is the biggest problem with Studio 60, and it’s a big one. Sorkin was able to show us, many times, that Jed Bartlet was a good President, that CJ Cregg could handle the press brilliantly, that Toby was despite his outward cynicism more idealistic than anyone else in the senior staff combined. Sorkin’s gotta start showing us this stuff, or Studio 60 is doomed to be what it already feels like: a show on which a lot of good actors portray people who constantly tell us how brilliant they are without ever actually seeming to do anything brilliant.

Studio 60 really needs to get out of the gate, and soon. Three episodes in, and I still feel like I’m watching an unending pilot episode. The show needs to go somewhere, and this is where I’m worried a bit about the subject matter hampering things. What can we see here, other than each episode being about the preparation of one more episode of Friday Night Live or whatever it is?

One final note: I’ve written before of how much I admire the work of filmmaker Cameron Crowe. I always feel like Crowe’s work displays lots of wonderful insight, but his most recent film, Elizabethtown, was widely panned by critics. When I finally saw it, I enjoyed it, but I had to concede a point to the critics: Elizabethtown was stunningly self-indulgent, as if Crowe had basically gone with every instinct in his head with nobody to tell him otherwise. I’m afraid that Studio 60 is going to become Aaron Sorkin’s Elizabethtown.

And yet, what will I be doing this coming Sunday at 10:00? Tuning into CTV from Toronto. O Canada!

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Sentential Links #68

Here we go this week. More political ones than most weeks, mainly because I’m annoyed and the best way for me to be all pithy about political stuff is through Sentential Links.

:: Strange how the Republicans keep falling afoul of family values.

:: Protecting 16 year old boys wasn’t his priority. Protecting the Republican majority was. Even if it included a generous pedophile.

:: As it stands right now, it looks like Tom Reynolds has something in common with former Boston Archbishop Bernard Law. (Two links about Tom Reynolds, because he’s a Big Head in the Republican leadership and he’s one of the US Reps from the Buffalo Niagara region. And he is, in my estimation, friggin’ scum. He’s not my Rep, so I don’t get to vote against him. How bad is Reynolds? He’s got me rooting for Jack Davis, a guy whose economic positions don’t appeal to me at all. But then, I get to vote for or against Brian Higgins, a “Democrat” who has stood up to be counted with the Republicans on many a nauseating bill in this, his first term in Congress. I like Higgins’s yeoman work on Buffalo region economic development, but on other stuff, he sucks, too.)

:: At this point, anything that hurts the Republicans helps the Republic: it’s that simple. (A terrible place to be, really, for that level of partisanization is extremely dangerous and in the medium term will corrupt the Democrats too. But it’s true.) So the developing scandal is, to repeat, something that will give a cheer — grim cheer, given the actual lives damaged by these men — to all people of good will.

But I must admit that my other reaction is: for !@#$%’s sake, this, this, this is what we’re upset about?!?

Last week the Congress of the United States passed a bill to legalize torture and end habeas corpus, the most fundamental legal right in our legal system — the Military Dictatorship Act of 2006 — and we’re worried about some !@#$%ing sex scandal?!? (Yup, point taken. I think that whatever changed on 9-11-01 is right back to being as it was; once again we’re easily distracted by the Mark Foleys and Gary Condits of the world.)

:: The people in government are just people. They have human weaknesses like everyone else. Merely wanting to be in a position of power is reason enough to suspect any person’s motives. (Isn’t that the truth. I remember when I was in high school, and how creepy the kids were who really really really wanted to be class president. Well, isn’t wanting to be US President even bigger? But still, I’m a sucker for political personalities too. I saw the camera cut to Bill Clinton sitting in one of the boxes at yesterday’s Bills game, and I cheered. Oh well.

BTW, in Kim Stanley Robinson’s Mars trilogy, part of the Martian legislature is filled by citizens of Mars who are literally chosen by lottery, almost like jury duty. I’ve always liked that idea on some intuitive level.)

:: It means that George Bush and Dick Cheney and Karl Rove have lost control of the story. They are no longer driving the narrative.

Unfortunately, they are still driving the country.

:: State of Denial may only be a reflection of Woodward’s sources, but for a discerning reader the zeitgeist of those sources is what the book is all about anyway. Thanks to Woodward, we can now say with confidence that it’s not just liberals who think Bush is a nitwit anymore. Bush’s supporters think he’s a nitwit too.

:: I’m tired of being led by moral cowards. I want better for myself, and for my country.

:: A certain number of our elite pundits — Mallaby high among them — are just constitutionally incapable of being nice to the Democratic Party or to American liberals. As the right’s rule proves itself to be worse and worse, they’ll become increasingly critical of Bush. But that merely forces them to devise ever-more complaints about the opposition. And one of the Democrats’ very worst instincts is a tendecy to care about what these kind of people think.

:: Let him who has ears, hear!

Now for a couple of non-political ones, just to keep my head from exploding:

:: Everyone knows Southern California has its own equinox and solstice, anchored to local seasons: flood, drought, mudslide and earthquake. Most reliable of them all, fire season has now arrived with a vengeance.

:: Heroes is a cool, fun, interesting concept, poorly executed.

:: I have a lot of issues with Heroes but at its most basic level, it’s just not any fun.

(Geez, I kinda liked Heroes, although I too could have done without the “stripper with the heart of gold” subplot. But I’d posit that the stripper’s “power”, a mirror-reflection self that seems capable of independent action, may not make her a hero but the first supervillain the eventual “heroes” face. I enjoyed the show’s slow pacing, too, although this show runs the risk of boring me quickly like Lost did. I’ll watch a few more episodes, anyway. That second link about Heroes, by the way, comes from the blog of TV writer Kay Reindl, who among other projects wrote a number of fine episodes of Millennium.)

:: I will add, however, that being one of the “best console shooters out there” is not very high praise. This is akin to being the world’s cutest cockroach, or the world’s sexist leper. (For some reason I’m really digging reading stuff about games, even though I play no games at all because the Gods of Time and of Happy Marriages would kick my ass on a tag-team basis were I to start. My last computer game was Riven. I love a fun game, but believe me, it’s best that way.)

:: One thing I’ve pounded home, here and elsewhere, is that the introduction to Shakespeare should be as much like Shakespeare’s intended experience as possible — that is, his plays were meant to be seen and heard, not read. (Ahhh, M-Mv — the perfect antidote to being too politically pissed-off.)

OK, more next week. Maybe I won’t be so annoyed at the state of the world by then; you never know. But hey, imagine what this post would be like if the Bills had lost!

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Well, there’s Cirith Ungol, and Mount Doom, and….

Over the last twenty-four hours I’ve had a spate of hits from a number of search engines, all looking for some variant of “a landmark east of Minas Morgul”. If anyone looking for such reads this, can you drop a comment telling me why the sudden interest? Is there an online quiz or something floating around that I don’t know about? Let me know!

(BTW, since I’m a helpful fellow and all, here’s the Wikipedia page about Middle Earth, which contains a map of the place. As we’re heading toward wintertime, I expect sometime in the next few months I’ll re-watch the movies. I tend to get more into an epic fantasy mood in the colder months.)

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Poor Audrey….

Not much of a Gap shopper these days anyway, but man, that Audrey Hepburn commercial of theirs is about the most nauseating thing I’ve seen in years. I cringe every time I see it.

(No, no real point here. I just hate that ad.)

UPDATE: In comments, Scotty asks what movie it is that The Gap pillaged for its ad. The flick is the musical Funny Face, which also starred Fred Astaire. The plot was kind of convoluted, as I recall — Astaire is a fashion photographer who is scouting locations for a shoot when he decides to shoot in a particular bookstore where Hepburn is a clerk. Somehow, Hepburn consents to becoming a fashion model herself, because it will result in a trip to Paris, where she can then meet some kind of Bohemian beatnik poet or something like that. The scene featured in The Gap’s ad is a bit of beatnik performance poetry, if memory serves. Yeah, it sounds dumb, but the movie’s got a witty script and all of the songs are Gershwin classics, and hey, it’s Fred Astaire and Audrey Hepburn!

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On Comments

REVISED 1-30-10.

I don’t recall it ever happening before, but apparently a reader had a strong negative reaction to my blog this evening and left comments to that effect on a couple of posts (the ones immediately following this one, if you’re curious). Hey, to each his own and all that; nobody is universally loved, after all. I mean, Gandhi came pretty close — and he got assassinated.

But the comments left give me cause to revisit my comments policy, which I now realize I haven’t revised since I switched from the YACCS system to the Blogger one.

1. This is a blog, not a message board. And it’s my blog, so I am the only one with the right to post whatever I wish in this space.

2. Comment moderation is ACTIVATED; no comment will be published here until I personally approve it. If you want to attack me and tell me that I’m fat and I’m stupid and only an idiot would wear overalls in public much less post photos of same on the Web, fine, but the comments will not be published, and I probably won’t even read them all the way through before rejecting them.

2a. I find attacks on my girth fairly pathetic. First of all, the photos don’t convey accurately what my body shape really is (I recently had someone tell me that they thought, by my photos, that I was well over six feet tall, when I’m only five-ten). Second, I’m overweight but fairly strong and in good health. Third, the last time I can remember being made fun of for my weight was when I was in seventh grade, and that was twenty-two years ago. So, while I’m mildly intrigued by the possibility that I’m either being made fun of by an actual seventh grader or by an adult who’s failed to mature at all since they were in seventh grade, I’m not that intrigued by those possibilities. Again, I shall click the “delete” button and move right on.

3. As of this writing, Blogger’s commenting system does not seem to currently allow for tracking and banning of ISPs, so all I can do to people whose comments are deemed by me to be unwelcome is delete the comments. But rest assured, if Blogger changes the comment system to allow for wholesale ISP banning, I’ll use that option if I see fit.

That said, ANONYMOUS COMMENTS ARE NOT ALLOWED. Sorry. I used to allow them, but certain parties found it too difficult to play well with other children, so I made this change. If you wish to comment, you are required to have an account either with Google or with one of the services recognized by the OpenID initiative. I realize that may be a pain in the ass for some, but that’s the rule here as of 1-30-10.

If I should decide to “ban” you from commenting, then I will simply reject all of your comments starting from my decision to ban. This is important: the comments will be rejected unread. Once I decide that you are not worth my time and thus no longer allowed access to my comments, there is really no way for you to rectify the situation. Live, learn, and find some other blog to pester. And if you feel compelled to keep firing shots across the bow, by all means, keep doing so. It’s your time you’re wasting, not mine.

4. Don’t bother crying to me about “free speech”. There is nothing inconsistent with my commitment to free speech and my refusal to allow people to trash the forum that I own. That you have a right to speak does not imply that you have a right to an audience, nor does it imply a right to use any forum that exists as you see fit. The rule here is: Want free speech for yourself? Get your own blog.

5. Please restrict comments to the topic of the post at hand. If there’s something you really want to call to my attention, my e-mail addresses are posted in the sidebar. Off-topic comments stand a good chance of being deleted.

6. If you want me to take your comment seriously, then consider that tone matters. Any insulting or condescending tone taken with me, or any implication that something I’ve said is not to be taken seriously, will not help conversation along; persistent use of such a tone will only push me closer to banning you.

And if I decide that I’m on the verge of banning you, you will get ONE warning, and it will consist simply of a message from me along the lines of “You’re being a dick; stop it or the next dickish comment you post will be the last.” I will not take time to explain the dickishness of your behavior; the task of figuring out why I think you’re being a dick will be left to you.

7. Occasionally I will close comments — possibly on threads where dialog is becoming more heated than I care to entertain, or on other posts where I am simply not interested in debating the point of the post in the first place. If I close comments, that does NOT mean that one is free to respond to that post in comments on another thread. Any comments in this vein will be deleted as soon as I learn of their existence.

And trying to shame me about closing comments by suggesting that I’m not comfortable with opposing views will be ignored completely. I consider opposing viewpoints before I write something; if you have something legitimately new to bring to conversation, that’s one thing, but I am under no obligation or moral duty to allow people who disagree with my political views space in my comments to air their talking points.

8. Comments that seem “on topic”, but include a commercial link of some sort that is unrelated to the post at hand, will be considered spam comments and deleted accordingly.

Basically, what it all boils down to is simply this: I will be the one to set the rules on my own blog, and if my rules aren’t to someone’s liking, then their main — and only — recourse is the “back” button on their browser.

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Not giving up on JP yet!

On the sportstalk radio shows, and on a few blogs and online articles today, I’ve seen some consternation that JP Losman didn’t do better with his 75-second fourth-quarter comeback bid in the Bills’ 28-20 loss to the Jets yesterday. Frankly, I think that’s a bit unfair — he put his body on the line in scoring the first of the two touchdowns the team would need to tie the game, the weather suddenly turned very nasty for the game’s final minute, and Losman is still very inexperienced.

I’m not making excuses for Losman yesterday; he looked great for a lot of the game but looked terrible on three key plays that resulted in the points for the Jets that sank the Bills. And, yes, the decision by the Bills on that 75-minute drive to start with short-yardage pass plays didn’t make a whole lot of sense on a day when Losman had been throwing the ball very well (again, two or three passes excepted) all along. But it’s not like Losman was calling his own plays in that situation, so I have difficulty blaming him for not really being familiar with that game situation in the first place.

One radio person said that Losman looked like he didn’t want the win at that point, which made absolutely no sense to me. He sure looked like he wanted to score when he ran it in himself moments before, and he sure looked disappointed when his last fourth-down pass fell incomplete to the ground.

Here’s my position on Losman: right now, he is neither a good quarterback nor a bad quarterback. He is a physically gifted quarterback who I think is showing signs of growth over last year, but I think that many peoples’ expectations at this point are not well-considered.

As of today, JP Losman has started a grand total of eleven NFL games. Yes, he’s in his third year in the league, but so what? Watching on the sideline doesn’t mean a whole lot — in fact, it doesn’t mean much of anything at all. Guys who aren’t going to be starting don’t get reps in practice time, and if merely watching NFL action was somehow equivalent in some degree with a certain amount of actual game play, then my two decades of football watching means that I’m ready for at least a spot on an NFL practice roster, right?

Eleven starts. That’s all Losman’s had. An NFL season is sixteen games, which means that Losman has actually played less than three quarters of an NFL season. I’m forever pointing this out: The first two full seasons of Troy Aikman’s Hall of Fame career yielded a record of eight wins and twenty-four losses.

Many football fans seem to have been blinded by the lights of Tom Brady’s amazing success from the first time he was named the starter for the StuPats, and by Ben Roethlisberger’s stunning success since he went 15-1 in his first season in the NFL and won the Super Bowl in his second. Those guys are freakish exceptions to the rule, and Bills fans really need to remember that. Developing a quarterback usually takes two or more seasons worth of actual play. Losman hasn’t even played the equivalent of one season yet. Let’s quit the handwringing for now, OK? I’ve seen nothing as of yet to make me think that if the Bills had a really top-tier defense, and if they had an offensive line that could really dominate the line of scrimmage consistently, Losman would be fine.

(On the subject of comebacks, I’d note that the King of Comebacks, John Elway, didn’t lead his first one until almost the very end of his first season, and perusing the list, it appears that’s what are always termed as Elway’s “comebacks” include quite a few garden-variety drives for game-winning FGs with the score tied. I’d also note that while every Buffalo Bills fan knows that Frank Reich led the greatest comeback in NFL history, the third-greatest comeback in NFL history — from a deficit of 26 points — was led by Buffalo’s own Todd Collins in 1997.)

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Sentential Links #67

I did less link-mining than usual this week….

:: I’m impressed by MKG’s ability to dumb down any issue, making it seem as if the solution is as easy as instant pudding, and everyone has just been standing around the kitchen waiting for her to show up and add the milk. (MKG is Buffalo News columnist Mary Kunz Goldman, a favorite target of those of us inhabiting the Buffalo Prefecture of Blogistan.)

:: Other Chicago notes: this is the third or forth time I have been to this city, and I have finally had a Chicago-style hot dog. (Never had a Chicago hot dog before. Their deep-dish pizza, yes, but never a hot dog. Gotta try it.)

:: There is an interesting study to be written about US Attorney Generals, I think. They seem to come in three basic flavors: Crook, Crony, and Parson. (I know, two links to the same blog, a rarity for Sentential Links.)

:: Consequently, for months and months the administration has reacted to the report not by trying to improve its policies, but rather by covering up the NIE. Same sorry old story, but it’s an absolute disaster for the country. Meanwhile, much of our press continues to identify national security “toughness” with stubborn refusal to see what’s lying right before everyone’s eyes: The invasion of Iraq has been a gigantic, years-long rolling catastrophe for American security.

:: It is hard to think of this as a compromise, unless your idea of a compromise is being asked by your child for a million dollars, telling them no, and then agreeing to give them $998,000.

:: I wasn’t done talking to you, dammit. I wouldn’t ever have been done talking. (I never read anything by John M. Ford. Still, this is sad. More here.)

Tune in next week!

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I’ll take “Composers and Librettists of Light English Operetta” for $200, Alex

Thanks to the good folks at CTV in Toronto, I saw tonight’s episode of Studio 60 last night. I, for one, welcome my new Canadian overlords!

Folks, if ever a TV show is going to make my head explode, Studio 60 is going to be the one. I love watching it, basking in Aaron Sorkin’s wordplay and noting his ever-apparent mastery of the four-act structure. But at the same time, man, does it piss me off.

(Spoilers below for Episode II, “The Cold Open”.)

First off, I’m just not sold on the Amanda Peet character. She seems, frankly, rather lacking in gravitas.

Secondly, this episode falls right in line with what I said about the pilot episode: this show is shaping up as Aaron Sorkin’s major descent into self-indulgence. Granted, one has to have already been a pretty studious observer of Sorkin’s writing over the years to pick up on a lot of it, but Sorkin recycles so many tropes from his own writing, over and over and over again, that the effect is increasingly jarring. And it’s not just phrases repeated verbatim from one series to the next, but entire rhythms of scenes and conversations mirrored almost exactly from one series to the next, and even entire themes. A constant refrain on The West Wing was the idea of how much nicer things would be in this country if people acted the way that Aaron Sorkin depicts them acting as opposed to the way they really do act, and sure enough, that crops up in a big way in the first half of “The Cold Open” (especially in a press conference).

But the really self-indulgent stuff comes in the show’s second half, when writer Matt (Matthew Perry) can’t figure out how to start his show off. He’s struggling with ideas on what his opening sketch should be — and then, suddenly, someone says something in an offhand fashion that jars him into his idea, which turns out to be a re-writing of “The Very Model of a Modern Major General” from The Pirates of Penzance.

I think I actually let out a groan when I realized that Sorkin was yet again going to mine his obsession with Gilbert and Sullivan, which he employed a number of times in various West Wing episodes, most notably “And It’s Surely To Their Credit”, which indicated that Jed Bartlet staffed his White House exclusively with people who had encyclopedic knowledge of G&S. (And the title of that episode was itself an allusion to Pinafore.)

So my reaction, as noted, continues to be wildly mixed. On the one hand, I could listen to Sorkin’s stuff all day. On the other, I just want to slap Sorkin and say, “Yeah, we get it already. Say something else!”

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