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I'd vote to oust it

NBC is canceling The West Wing.

Finally. Put it out of its misery.

It's certainly not the same show it once was, having lost all its wit, clever banter and character chemistry when show creator Aaron Sorkin left a few seasons ago. Aaron called it quits, then Rob Lowe (Sam Seaborn). Other greats have come and gone through the seasons: southern spitfire Ainsley Hayes (Emily Procter), sweet and sharp-as-a-tack Mrs. Landingham (Kathryn Joosten), cutie pie Cliff Calley (Mark Feuerstein).

And without the immensely talented John Spencer (who portrayed chief of staff/vice presidential candidate Leo McGarry), who died in December...well, what's the point.

Some critics have suggested that the past season or two have been the show's best, because its politics were more "real." If I wanted real, I'd watch the evening news. I want back my intelligent, funny, compassionate, way-the-hell-to-the-left characters. Don't give me a republican Hawkeye Pierce (Alan Alda's Arnold Vinick). Quit trying to push right-wing agendas on me. Martin Sheen's the champion of the people, the democratic president, in my little fantasyland, and I want to keep it that way.

I'm going to offer some of my favorite West Wing quotes in my next post. Aah, if we could all be so sardonic, yet silly, so passionate and principled, so quick with the comebacks. Life would be so much more entertaining.

One final thought: Josh (Bradley Whitford) and Donna (Janel Maloney) had better consummate their relationship before the series finale rolls its final credits, or I'll...I'll...vote 'Condi for Prez' in '08.

Comments

AnneR said…
Here, here! While I love Alan Alda and Jimmy Smits, I love the old West Wing gang more. Stockard Channing has all but disappeared, what happened to Charlie, and why don't we get to follow Toby's fall from grace?

I'm choosing to believe that there haven't been very many Jed Bartlett scenes because Martin Sheen is preparing for a REAL presidential run in '08. Dare I dream?

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