Monday, January 12, 2009
Dear Aaron Sorkin
What happened? It was so good, it was everything I ever dreamed of. We laughed, we cried, we saluted you and your genius. I fell in love with Matt, with Danny, with Jordan and Harriet, even with Jack. And I spent hours agonizing over the fact that there was only one season, that when we would finish our shiny box set of dvd's, that would be it. No more.
For fifteen episodes you had me by the hand. I was your puppet, your kitten, your Donna Moss. And then you what? You give me "The Disaster Show"?! What happened? It was a really, really, really bad episode. And from that, even though you did pick it up at the end, nothing was the same. We googled ourselves crazy, hoping to find proof that you didn't write this, that it had something to do with that screenwriter strike. Anything. But to this day, no such proof has been found. I'm so very disappointed.
And Leo is devastated, needless to say.
(That said, I have to tell you this: Those first episodes? Pure indulgence. Bliss. Writeorama. So good I had freaking goosebumps. Thank you.)