OK, that may or may not make sense.
And I admit to being a latecomer to the party. I resisted West Wing for a while, then fell in love. Didn’t know Aaron from Jack. Didn’t care. Sure, thoroughly enjoyed The American President. A Few Good Men was great. But West Wing… Oh, West Wing. And then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone.
Then came Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.
Now I must confess that I have always had political aspirations. In fact, I intend to run for President of the United States one day. And I always assumed that there was some synergy, something about West Wing that struck a visceral harmonic with me, resonating in my soul, causing feelings to rise within me that I was out of touch with. It was, without a doubt, the highlight of my life every hour I got to spend being touched in deep and mysterious ways by a man I’ve never met. OK, that sounds really, really wrong. But I think hope you get my drift.
Then came Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.
And it’s back. That feeling. It’s back. I can’t describe it – an overwhelming sense of joy, of elation, of identification, of passion, of that perfection that I seek as an actor, as a writer, as a director. It’s all there. I laugh, I cry, I get goose bumps, I get lumps in my throat, I sit forward in anticipation, I sit back in exhausted triumph.
There are many shows (probably too many, but thank GOD for TiVo) that I really enjoy (Numb3rs, CSI, CSI Miami, CSI NY, Smith, Criminal Minds.) There are even a few shows I truly look forward to with eager anticipation (House, NCIS, Justice is intriguing me, Standoff, Ghost Whisperer [Yeah, it's mostly about JLH, but I enjoy the show, what can I say?])
But there have only been three shows that have stood out in recent memory as feeling somehow different. That I’m being transported. That I might actually lose a part of me if it goes away. They are West Wing, Buffy The Vampire Slayer (Hey, say what you want, but it deserves this honor), and now Studio 60.
I don’t know what magic Aaron Sorkin has. I don’t know how much of it is the writing and how much of it is the acting… Though I’d wager that both play a HUGE part. But it is truly magic. Transcending.
Aaron, I honor you. I esteem you. I think I love you. You bring me joy every week, and I can’t get enough. If there ever were the right alignment of circumstances and providence, I’d love to work for you. In the meantime, I will take solace in the vicarious thrills you bring me. I just ask one favor… Please… Don’t ever stop.