Hello again. And welcome back to a Very Special Episode of The Newsroom. You’d think with having to cover so important a story as the assassination of bin Laden they’d cart out shorter, less bloated opening credits but you’d be wrong. Because they’ve got 52 minutes to fill and they’re going to waste those first three letting you know just how very important The Newsroom is.
I realize I’m probably just irrationally peeved because HBO features some genuinely fantastic title sequences that do a stellar job of setting a tone for the show. So while True Blood’s spooky theme song wafts over creepy images of sex, violence, debauchery and religion, Boardwalk Empire contrasts Nucky’s inscrutable gaze and the restless Atlantic City coastline against jangling, almost violent guitars and Game of Thrones is very sturm und drang against an elaborate gameboard…The Newsroom is equal parts, corn, cheese and schmaltz. Which…never mind. These are the PERFECT credits for The Newsroom.
$50 says someone had to look the date up.
Charlie’s standing on some balcony…or ledge, you never know…and having an inexplicably circular conversation with some guy who sounds like Edward G. Robinson in that Bugs Bunny cartoon. He refuses to give Charlie his name but wants to establish his credibility. Charlie’s crankier than usual and lectures the guy on the sacredness of the name “Deep Throat” (I wouldn’t have pegged Charlie as a porn purist) and that Deep Throat gave his full name to Bob Woodward when he called because anonymous sources are supposed to only be anonymous to the public not the journalist.
I have to wrangle Will McAvoy on a daily basis. I have no fucks left to give to you.
Dude’s all “whatever”…and actually says “Call me ‘late for dinner.’” (REALLY, SORKIN?) He just wants to establish his credibility for later by telling Charlie he’ll get an email from Jay Carney at 9:00 telling him to get to work. It’s nothing life threatening or scary, and dude doesn’t have anything beyond that.
Charlie’s at a party at Will’s apartment. They’re celebrating the one year and one week anniversary of News Night’s relaunch, and even though they had plenty of time to get a banner professionally made they couldn’t schedule it for the previous Sunday. Not that this is a plot contrivance to have everyone at Will’s apartment or anything.
Mackenzie wants Will to address his adoring masses like he’s Evita Peron. He wouldn’t be the preening narcissist he is without chafing at getting the validation he so desperately needs so Mackenzie silences everyone to let him say a few words. He insults them all by telling them that having them in his home is his worst nightmare but cheers! Despite our utter unprofessionalism we managed to get through a year so drink up…but feel free to leave as soon as possible. Psych. Not really. They all laugh and cheer because the smart ones left with Don a year ago.
Less competent than your high school newsreader.
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