Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Aaron Sorkin is a first class bastard.

my friend girish burned me a copy of the first disc of Sports Night, season 1.

i've seen almost all of these episodes before, and i own seasons 1-3 of the West Wing. they are two of the best shows that have ever been on television. they are simply stunning. the wonderful irony of them is that Sports Night is not about sports, and the West Wing is not about politics -- which is helpful for me, because i hate them both. not being the most athletic kid coming from an unathletic family helped take care of sports for me, and as for politics -- don't get me started on all of you assholes who think you know something about it.

so how did i get into either of these shows? literally with many many recommendations and five minute increments of watching them in reruns.

and i can't get enough of them. the beautiful thing about dvd's is i can have just about as much of them as i want, commercial (and hassle) free. (i can't abide commercials). for two hours i watched eight consecutive episodes of Sports Night last night. the episodes are painfully short, which is their one and only drawback for someone like me who really can't get enough of a good thing; they clock in at about 22 minutes (...as most half hour shows do when you include...commercials...). i love the West Wing, and i won't try to compare it in quality to Sports Night because its just too hard, but Sorkin gets 42 minutes to play around with in the West Wing, and he is given the opportunity to be wonderfully orchestral and non-linear in his writing. But what is sick is how little Sports Night suffers from its 22 minute limitation: it is concentrated Sorkin, and a little goes a long long way.

somehow he manages to pound so much funny and dramatic and tearjerking into one episode, an episode that always delivers, and always leaves you wanting more, always leaves you glad that even though you know you've watched a few episodes on the dvd, after the credits role, the gods have favored you with the intro to another episode and you hope the dvd is a spinning spiral of eternal episodes...

...alas...discs, epidisodes and series do come to an end...
and i still want more. Sorkin is the Shakespeare of our time. if there aren't college classes on him in a hundred years, i'll be upset.

i don't know how you can be that good. its mind boggling to me that someone is that talented a writer, and i hate that its not me. he's amazing.....

what is funny to me is that i was in a car accident yesterday -- i totalled my mom's car because my sister's car, which i was driving, is in the shop -- and my car is basically on blocks because i couldn't afford the cost of keeping a '94 saturn sl2 on the road. my eyes burn like hell because i had to sleep at my parent's house last night and i couldn't take my contacts out, and i have no idea what time i have to work today or how i'm going to get there.....

and i'm writing off about Aaron Sorkin and a show that got cancelled after two seasons...

ugh.........Aaron Sorkin.....what a bastard.

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