As these last five years of blogging have proven, I’m mad as a hatter about Aaron Sorkin. I love his work more than words can describe. I love his characters, I love his dialogue, I love his plots, I just love every little word he comes up with, even when it’s the wrong one, like in Studio 60. I’ve seen every single episode of The West Wing (as you can see in this review, I’d lock myself in a room with water, salad and this show and live happily ever after) and Sports Night so many times that i know them better than, well, my left foot.
As I’ve said before, I identify with Danny and love every single joke of his, so his impressive effort with Rebecca in Sword of Orion has always been close to me, and I just have to mention, for everyone who didn’t get the memo: real life is not like a Sorkin episode. I know, I know, we all wish it were, but i’m serious, when you try, like Danny, to do something, it’s not adorable, cute, funny or winning. It’s just the object of a restraining order, not the prelude to a dinner while watching Orlando Rojas pitch. At the end of the day, you’re just left with your superior wit and guile, and, trust me when I say this, you can’t defend yourself with it. Good night and good luck.