TV Studio 60 Jumps Shark, Rapes Shark’s Corpse, Feasts on Remains
posted by October 24 at 12:01 PMon
It seems every Tuesday morning of late has brought some sort of Slog blast/victim commiseration regarding Studio 60, Aaron Sorkin’s bad-and-getting-worser romantic dramedy about the inner workings of a SNL-ish late-night comedy show.
This Tuesday will be no different.
Last night….last night was when Studio 60 officially became the Showgirls of network television—one of those near-miraculous works of failed art, recognizable by crappy plotlines you see coming a mile away, that end up veering off into horrifying places you never dreamed of.
Case in point: Last night’s storyline involving (great) elderly actor Eli Wallach, who showed up babbling backstage at the TV studio. As soon as he appeared, I thought, “Dear God, the last thing this show needs is an Olde Comedian to teach us the value of Laughter and Today”—but then he turned out to be a sentimental World War II vet TOO! As my friend Mindy put it: “I couldn’t even figure out which tired old plotline we were trotting out—confused elderly comedian who thinks he’s coming to work to write for Dick Van Dyke with Rose Marie again? WWII veteran to teach us what the Greatest Generation thinks about sketch comedy? Bradley Whitford’s elderly coke dealer/grandpa with Alzheimer’s? WTF?”
Exactly. And Grandpa Lovesalot was only one of several galling plot points in last night’s episode. Then there was the story line about the search for a new black writer, which left my jaw on the floor. Apparently, every young black comedian is on a one-way path to prison unless someone physically stops him and gives him his “big break” in comedy. (This was presented as The Truth about not one but two black comics during last night’s one-hour episode, for which Aaron Sorkin should be horsewhipped in the center of town.)
Throughout the show, every single situation is fleshed out with details that are seemingly designed for deaf and blind infants, and every episode contains those shots that make my skin crawl, where a person or work of art is supposedly so brilliant that he, she, or its brilliance is undeniable to all, but the writing is so crappy that the only way to show successful brilliance is by cutting to another character, mouth agape, dewey eyed, taking in the alleged brilliance with a silent “wow”…
God, I can’t wait until next Monday…I never knew TV could be this bad/good…