Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Fuck you, Aaron Sorkin
After last night's Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, you are dead to me. You don't create characters, you manufacture delivery systems for pat, cutesy quips. And then you button a meandering episode with the kind of greeting card sentimentality that would make The Waltons vomit.
You were probably a lot cooler when you were using drugs. Oh, that's right, you still are.