s60 liveblogging (the "I can't believe I'm still watching" edition)
Sorry, came in late. I understand that I missed Danny and Jordan being not-funny in a bar, Martha and Matt being not-funny at the studio, and a bet. I'm assuming the bet was also not-funny.
I came in just before Martha claimed to be a whore from Bethesda, which I'm pretty sure is against the local bylaws there.
"is there a way to do that where you don't make me sound like a narcissistic twit?" No. But that's because of the whole narcissistic twit vibe Harriet's got going on. She can only work with the material she's given.
This whole thing sounds rehearsed. "My life story, as I plan to tell it to 60 Minutes." Martha doesn't need to be a good reporter, because these are the least media-savvy television entertainers in the history of anything at all. Blah. It could have been really good. It could have really made me like Harriet. The text was solid, but the lead in and the delivery were flat.
Martha's love for Sting is kind of amusing. Also, Sting himself is pretty damn cool.
Calvin and Sting are buddies! Aww. I bet they hang out and braid each other's hair. Talk about the boys they like and what they're going to wear to the Emmys.
That's a horrible pitch. Terrible. Truly awful.
Ever get the feeling that the conversation has passed you by? Ever get the feeling that you don't care, because people you don't like are being shouty for no reason? I'm getting that feeling right now.
"This show" " Is toxic, it's bad crack in the schoolyard." Yeah! Oh, wait, they weren't talking about *this* show.
Danny and Matt are still very entertaining. That's something. And they know the difference between good and almost good, at least in theory (even if I would argue that the cell phone sketch is neither.)
Danny's going to find him a rebound girl! And I don't think they award PhDs in string theory.
Obligatory moment of "Bradley Whitford is so very hot" squee. Right there, on the catwalk. With a musical interlude.
Tom is going to pull a "secret plan to fight inflation" here.
Simon's always got time for a rectal probe.
No, wait, I'm wrong. *Simon's* going to pull a "secret plan to fight inflation." And a Red Scare reference.
Steven Weber, please go away. You bother me. You bother everyone. You, sir, are a bother.
God, no more Matt and Harriet. Only, I do like that she called Tom and Simon idiots. That was nicely done.
Heh. Danny on relationships. He calls her McDeere. But he notices that she's not around. I remember sixth grade, too, Sorkin.
Martha as some sort of media yenta? Blech. The music makes it worse. I wouldn't think that would be possible, but somehow it is. I want to beat them all with Matt's baseball bat.
Jordan wants to be in on the conversation. She's feeling left out. I think she might cry. *giggles*
The idea of Bradley Whitford or his character having street cred fills me with unholy glee.
Shh! Quiet, internets, I'm listening to Sting.
Shut up about the damn lute. As a matter of fact, Harriet, just shut up entirely. I'm trying to listen to the song. The song is good, you are annoyingly verbal.
Overall: If it wasn't Sorkin, and there weren't these little moments of absolute genius, I'd turn it off. I'm tempted to rewatch West Wing on Mondays instead. But these Matt/Danny exchanges suck me right the fuck back in.