Down at the only bar in midtown, Mackenzie continues to act like Will a brat and treats Brian like an idiot. He calls her on her shit and while she tries to smarm her way out he just keeps talking over her to remind her that he’s not the asshole in this situation since, you know, she’s the one who was a cheating cheater who cheats. But unlike Will, he actually has a leg to stand on since she’s treated him with nothing but contempt since he got there…at Will’s insistence.
Now I remember why I ran screaming the first time.
Mackenzie doesn’t care, she just goes on polishing Will’s knob about him being a heavyweight who for a long time (while they were together?) acted like a lightweight for ratings. Brian just cuts straight to the chase and says Will sold out not for money but for validation. Realizing how pathetic, and yet true, that sounds Mackenzie’s speechless, but wants to know what Brian’s planning on writing. He’s non-commital, leading Mackenzie to realize unfettered access with just a verbal agreement to be Will’s stenographer probably wasn’t the best idea so she slips off to talk to Sloan. But first, she blames Brian for her cheating. It’s The Newsroom way.
The wandering horde of staffers are mock debating at the only bar in midtown so Mackenzie nicks Sloan, where they just spout word salad at each other.
Some idiots walk into a bar…that’s not a joke, just an observation.
Next morning in Will’s office and Mackenzie is recapping last week’s episode then sees flowers on Will’s credenza. She gets swoony and wants to know who they’re from, who they’re for and even though Will explicitly says not for or from him she squeaks “Are they for me?” just in case we actually thought she wasn’t a complete buffoon for a moment.
Staff meeting where they’re still mock debating and asking personal questions. Yes, yes. It’s not like candidates have the option to refuse participation. Will reminds them that this off-year, middle-of-summer, six months before the first primary debate is the alpha and the omega of all that is broadcast journalism and why they’re slouching to cover Casey Anthony. Mackenzie thinks they need someone to drop the story in their lap.
Oh, look. Maggie remembers her deus ex machina that Lisa went to high school with Casey Anthony. Oh for fuck’s sake. Even though Maggie knows Lisa doesn’t want to get involved Will browbeats Maggie into agreeing to pitch her. Maggie and her moon face are twitching and blinking nervously so Jim “nods” his support. Well I guess it’s okay then.
Wait, I have to actually do something competently?
Lisa works at a posh shop called “Flounce” (Really, Sorkin?) and is discussing whether or not some dress says “Tonys” with another young woman. Lisa smirks that “It’s the Tonys” and the other woman will be the youngest person there by 50 years. Seriously, this snobbery doesn’t even make sense since John Gallagher Jr. is a Tony winner. Then, ugh, he gets in some driveby sexism (but only as a writer) when the young woman wants to try on some Galliano because, even though she doesn’t agree with him, she doesn’t think she should do without just because he’s an anti-Semitic Holocaust denier. Luckily, and you know this is the only time I’ll think that, Jim and Maggie show up.
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“Adam thinks they need ACN because they have “the independents.” In a primary debate.”
According to the Internet, the Weiner scandal broke May 27, 2011, and the GOP debate immediately after that was on June 13. That was a debate that took place in New Hampshire, where independents are allowed to vote in party primaries. So it’s not completely implausible. But I refuse to accept that independents would watch ACN with Will McAvoy, Douche of All Media, as its star. Now, debates might be improved somewhat if someone were on hand to tell the audience when a candidate is lying. But Will McAvoy, Douche of All Media? Not that someone, because it would take forever for him to finish talking. Just have a screen on the stage with PolitiFact headlines scrolling by at appropriate times.
I cringed to see that Elliot’s show is called “Right Now.” MY network has a show called “Right Now.” Give it back, Sorkin. And, yes, the poster was totally Colbert.
Oh this show… I’m kinda glad my love of Tommy Zbikowski won out over my love of mocking this show and I watched Sunday Night Football instead. I think my head might have exploded.
Not completely implausible, but it can see it from where they shoot the show.
And I can’t help but compare my other HBO show, Boardwalk Empire to this one. In addition to fleshing out and creating charismatic, maddening, engaging, flawed and relatable women, only one of whom could be considered “good,” it also educated at least me on the plight of the Lost Generation of returning WWI vets and created the most deeply committed and emotional relationship between two of those vets. Jimmy and Richard’s relationship was so compelling and really an amazing piece of writing that had nothing to do with either man’s snappy comebacks or speechifying.
They’re so meticulous in their research that even the women’s clothing is not just era but year appropriate, while The Newsroom can’t even be assed to realize that while independents can occasionally vote in primaries, that primary campaigns differ from general election campaigns in that they appeal more to the base. Which is why the Republican debates were such good viewing. And reporting a news story doesn’t mean sitting around until someone delivers it to you tied up in a bow.