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                        |  | Josh: | You're listening to me, but you're not understanding 
                            me. |  
                        |  | Toby: | No, I'm disagreeing with you. That doesn't mean 
                              I'm not listening to you or understanding what you're 
                            saying. I'm doing all three at the same time. |  
                        |  |  | White 
                          House Staffers, Josh and Toby displayinga certain amount of mental multi-tasking.
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                      ONE: An Introduction And 
                      the obvious question needs to be asked so let's ask it up 
                      front. How did a superbly entertaining, politically savvy 
                      and left leaning, liberal TV show about its own country's 
                      power players, survive in a country presided over by a man 
                      whose idea of a good time used to be a whoopee cushion (trust 
                      me, I did not make that up)? Does the 'used to be' let him 
                      off the hook? He was in his twenties. Granted, the American 
                      idea of left wing is galloping conservatism on these shores. 
                      Announce you're a Marxist in most US states and you'll be 
                      lucky to cross the county line with one functioning lung. 
                      There's only one thing worse than a left winger in the US 
                      and that's an atheist. God bless America. And let's hope 
                           The God Delusion author, Richard Dawkins, 
                      currently on tour in the US, gets out alive... 
 Hasn't 
                      every West Wing fan quietly (screw it, 
                      very loudly) wished that Martin Sheen were actually 
                      president (I am not that naïve but the wish is a genuine 
                      one), one that could easily imagine Leo, Josh, Toby, Sam, 
                      CJ and Donna actually working on behalf of their country? 
                      Sheen is a politically active liberal and has a police record 
                      to prove it. In short how does sophisticated ice stay ice 
                      in a cultural desert? Well, the man whose brains a certain 
                      Joss Whedon once confessed he'd like to eat, West 
                      Wing creator Aaron Sorkin, has made it so. Despite 
                      his departure after the fourth season, Sorkin's machinery 
                      was in place for other huge talents to set light to the 
                      characters. Sorkin 
                      is so obviously hyper-smart and hugely experienced when 
                      it comes to matters of the White House that the DNA was 
                      in place for a groundbreaking show. The bigger surprise 
                      was Sorkin's extraordinary talent for affecting drama. Let's 
                      not forget his flame keepers, the creative minds' talents, 
                      those who helmed the fifth to the seventh season. It's not 
                      as if Sorkin hadn't sowed certain seeds (see The 
                      American President and A Few Good Men for evidence. "You can't handle the truth," is 
                      a Sorkin line). There are moments in the series that make 
                      you want to punch the air – simply celebrations of rationalism 
                      and smarts over entrenched dogma and quite breathtaking 
                      all too common nonsense and destructive stupidity. In the 
                      real thing, it seems these attributes are reversed – at 
                      least to the public via the media. When did a once proudly 
                      secular nation inherit a cabal of right wing fundamentalists 
                      as its leaders? Mr Dawkins, I wish you luck. American 
                      TV is a complete and utter bastard to make shows for. I 
                      mean that in the nicest way. It's uniquely challenging and 
                      in about a month I start a similar challenge. I'm sure the 
                      discerning readers of this site know why at a crucial part 
                      of the drama, Captain Kirk's face faded to black and faded 
                      up again – this time on a wide shot of the Captain's perilous 
                      predicament. The BBC bought Star Trek so 
                      commercial breaks – built in to the film drama itself – 
                      were something of a mystery to UK viewers. The extraordinary 
                      ways you have to twist a narrative to provide a 'tease', 
                      a 'hook', a 'first act intro' with a tease at the end to 
                      lead the viewer into the second act etc. It's narratively 
                      alarming but if the commercial shoes fit, American TV programme- 
                      (sorry, program-) makers have to squeeze into them. It's 
                      only never craft-constrained when it's tailor made for the 
                      US TV structure. In other words, don't make a great movie 
                      if it's going to have to be split into acts – movies are 
                      a different animal. Make the 'split into acts' version from 
                      the get-go. The West Wing seemed to wear 
                      this cumbersome dramatic straitjacket and make it look cool; 
                      not only cool but almost as if that tortuous commercial-minded 
                      structure was the only way to go. 
                      
                        
                          |  | Bartlett: | Sweden has a 100% literacy rate. 100%! How do they 
                            do that? |  
                          |  | Leo:  | Maybe they don't and they can't add. |  
 The 
                      West Wing was a revelation. The 
                      show screamed, in bright neon, something hitherto whispered 
                      in hushed tones in TV executive boardrooms across the pond. 
                      It showed that immensely sophisticated and complex (dare 
                      I utter the word 'intellectual'?) stories and characters 
                      could exist on an American network. Seven seasons are evidence 
                      enough. If US TV shows do not show advertising profit they 
                      are discontinued. Seven years! Joy! This means that out 
                      there somewhere are intelligent people – and among 300 million 
                      souls, this counts as a plus. So what force stopped them 
                      from voting against Bush in the last two elections? Come 
                      on! If you're endorsing a fictional democratic president 
                      like Jed Bartlet with your remote control calloused fingers, 
                      then exercise a little common sense by getting rid of the 
                      Texan Terrorist by marking your X against anyone other than 
                      him. Yes, we've had intelligent TV in the past but nothing 
                      quite like this. ER, 
                      like House, had built in medical life and 
                      death drama. Six Feet Under dealt with 
                      death (duh) and a family trying to stay cohesive. The 
                      West Wing – heavens! – was about politics and no 
                      more exciting subject is there on the planet except for 
                      every single other one. The West Wing can 
                      be unsubtly summed up as one hundred and fifteen hours of 
                      smart people talking to each other. Yes, there were moments 
                      of what I'd call standard action (assassination attempts, 
                      kidnap rescues etc.) but the spine and heart of the series 
                      was verbal conflict, debate and decision-making. So why 
                      was the series so damn riveting? The 
                      West Wing took up residence in an entertainment 
                      vacuum, a ratings space, one that catered for the more discerning 
                      viewer. How it ever got commissioned is beyond even Stephen 
                      Hawking's mental abilities. This is not meant as a cruel 
                      and crude remark about the sophistication or lack thereof 
                      of the great American unbathed (or even those lathered and 
                      showered). It is, however, a cruel remark about what American 
                      TV commissioning editors think of their audience. I do a 
                      great deal of work for US commissioning editors and the 
                      phrase 'dumbing down' doesn't do justice to how work is 
                      presented and targeted. Remember that for every one West 
                      Wing, there are two dozen Survivors. 
                      A 24:1 ratio doesn't bode well for the intellectualising 
                      of an audience but then perhaps we really do get the television 
                      we deserve. In the case of The West Wing, 
                      we must have been a very good audience the day Jed Bartlett 
                      strolled into being. 
                      
                        |  | C.J.: | The 
                            more photo-friendly of the two turkeys gets a Presidential 
                            pardon and a full life at a children's petting zoo; 
                            the other one gets eaten. |  
                        |  | Bartlet: | If the Oscars were like that, I'd watch. |  It's 
                      an ensemble show, each character having a specific job, 
                      character and relationship with every other character. It's 
                      a dramatically satisfying show, ticking off the TV structure 
                      necessary to survive on US TV and yet it still manages to 
                      be viable and unforced. It's also about the way the biggest 
                      super power on the planet exudes its power and the results 
                      are often illuminating. As bizarre as this sounds, the show's 
                      UK counterpart has to be Yes, Minister 
                      and Yes, Prime Minister. I'm not kidding 
                      despite the fact that Minister's writers 
                      Jonathan Lynn and Anthony Jay were most obviously writing 
                      comedy. Both shows offer a slight insight into how we are 
                      governed and the more we learn of politics, the more we 
                      are astounded at the very primal nature of human beings. 
                      The fact that President Jed Bartlet – a real mensch – always 
                      tried to do the right thing (always a big honeyed bear trap 
                      in any political environment) endeared him to us even more. 
                      There is another interesting comparison. Hapless Jim Hacker 
                      could have been either left or right wing, so self-serving 
                      and insipid were his politics. In Yes, Minister, 
                      his political allegiance was never stated. In The 
                      West Wing it most certainly is. 
 By 
                      the same token that right wing comedians are rarer than 
                      P.J. O'Rourke's left wing credentials, Hollywood has installed 
                      a democratic White House at the tail end of the Clinton 
                      years. As a counterpoint to the reality after Bush snuck 
                      in, the series has always seemed leavened by an almost fantasy 
                      aspect – the real White House staffers appearing to be so 
                      much more heartless, snide, hypocritical and unjust than 
                      their fantasy counterparts. But then that's only what gets 
                      reported. Let's face it. If Bush is Satan, Jed Bartlet is 
                      the other guy. Take a look at this sublime show and pitch 
                      the fantasy staff against the real thing. It's a loaded 
                      statement. Hollywood TV has nothing to do with reality but 
                      like Steve Martin's kiss in L.A. Story, 
                      The West Wing may not be the truth but 
                      it's what we wish were true... Enough of the soft soap opera. 
                      Let's get down to business or as Bartlet would say "What's 
                      next?" 
                      
                        |  | Bartlet: | Good. I like your show. I like how you call homosexuality 
                            an abomination. |  
                        |  | Dr. 
                          Jenna Jacobs: | I don't say homosexuality is 
                            an abomination, Mr. President. The Bible does. |  
                        |  | Bartlet:  | Yes it does. Leviticus. |  
                        |  | Dr. 
                          Jenna Jacobs: | 18:22. |  
                        |  | Bartlet: | Chapter and verse. I wanted to ask you a couple of 
                            questions while I have you here. I'm interested in 
                            selling my youngest daughter into slavery as sanctioned 
                            in Exodus 21:7. She's a Georgetown sophomore, speaks 
                            fluent Italian, always cleared the table when it was 
                            her turn. What would a good price for her be? While 
                            thinking about that, can I ask another? My Chief of 
                            Staff Leo McGarry insists on working on the Sabbath. 
                            Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. 
                            Am I morally obligated to kill him myself or is it 
                            okay to call the police? Here's one that's really 
                            important because we've got a lot of sports fans in 
                            this town: touching the skin of a dead pig makes one 
                            unclean. Leviticus 11:7. If they promise to wear gloves, 
                            can the Washington Redskins still play football? Can 
                            Notre Dame? Can West Point? Does the whole town really 
                            have to be together to stone my brother John for planting 
                            different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother 
                            in a small family gathering for wearing garments made 
                            from two different threads? Think about those questions, 
                            would you? One last thing: while you may be mistaking 
                            this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass 
                            Club, in this building, when the President stands, 
                            nobody sits. |   
                      Hullo POTUS! No, not a new focus-group inspired title for 
                      a Cbeebies TV show. It's the acronym for 'President of the 
                      United States', a little dramatic frisson used to extraordinarily 
                      satisfying effect in Episode One, Season One of this groundbreaking 
                      show. Why was it groundbreaking? It did – at the tail end 
                      of the 90s – what Python did at the tail end of the 60s. 
                      It liberated intelligence and threw it at an audience (American 
                      or non-American), an audience that could not have possibly 
                      understood every arcane word and deed. This is a political 
                      show that rattles through its politics with nary a pause 
                      for breath. These people are smart and watching smart people 
                      communicate ups everyone's game. Over 
                      the first six seasons, the democratic Bartlet administration 
                      dealt with assassination attempts, threats of war, the kidnapping 
                      of the President's daughter, the President's advancing Multiple 
                      Sclerosis and a whole host of problems that any normal human 
                      being cannot begin to comprehend. I see the US President's 
                      job as being akin to sifting through the acorns, choosing 
                      several and nurturing them in the vain hope that one or 
                      two of them will produce a worthy oak. He/She is always 
                      at the start of the domino run. They can flick the first 
                      and hope the effect at the end of the long line is the one 
                      they anticipated. In the middle of all this, they deal with 
                      international incidents, national disasters and global war. 
                      All anyone can hope for is that the biggest bully on the 
                      block has the requisite brains to accompany his/her strength. 
                      Yes, the PC 'his/her' thing is meant to signal one thing 
                      and one thing only. This world needs – no, really needs 
                      – a female president. This world needs a female uprising 
                      in the Middle East to balance the veiled threat. Let's all 
                      hope that Hillary C. and Burma's Aung San Suu Kyi can form 
                      an alliance and end this global male rule bullshit once 
                      and for all. I'm in fantasy land again, aren't I? Males 
                      have the upper body strength, always have had. How sad. 
                      But I am in fantasy land. Can you blame me? 
                      
                        
                          | Bartlet: | "We hold these truths to be self-evident," 
                            they said, "that all men are created equal." 
                            Strange as it may seem, that was the first time in 
                            history that anyone had ever bothered to write that 
                            down. Decisions are made by those who show up. |    END 
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