Loosen those ties and grab a Styrofoam cup of stale joe: The Newsroom premieres on HBO this Sunday. The fluorescent den of newscasters has been a tried and tested bastion of cinematic greatness for years: the ring around the (unbuttoned) collar, the insubordination, the leggy, ball-busting female executives and the narcissistic, damaged, maverick newsmen who love (to hate) them, the do-or-die stakes and corporate greed that envelops it all. Going live in five, four, three... whether you’re ready or not.
It’s high time someone dusted off the fictional newsroom. That it’s Sorkin who’s manning the duster is just gravy—chunky, delicious, “My name is Andrew Shepherd and I am the president” gravy, ladled atop generous portions of “You have part of my attention—you have the minimum amount” and “What I do want is for you to stand there in that faggoty white uniform and with your Harvard mouth extend me some fucking courtesy!” You have to ask him nicely, after all.
Life moves pretty fast, and Ferris Bueller has apparently missed it.
Case in point: he’s traded in Mr. Frye’s Ferrari for a 2012 Honda CR-V. You’re not familiar with the car because you’ve never been in the market for a moderately priced compact minivan with above-average safety ratings.
John Huntsman dropped out of the race for the White House yesterday after a poll indicated he would likely receive fewer votes than Yosemite Sam. Pundits were quick to pontificate on Hunstman, but everyone seems to have missed the real story coming out of South Carolina…