I want to like Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip, really I do. I came away from last week’s debut with some of my skepticism dispelled and actually feeling pretty good about the show’s prospects. I was especially drawn to the relationship dynamics exhibited between its two stars, Matthew Perry and Bradley Whitford.
But this week, I already feel my enthusiasm beginning to wane a bit. Maybe it was the need for the show to to take cheapshots at bloggers as pajama-wearing idiots early on in the proceedings, or that more of creator Adam Sorkin’s characteristic 15-second socio/political sermonizings are beginning to rear their diatribal heads. They may look great on paper, but a lot of those rants so do not flow trippingly off of his characters’ tongues; case in point when one character insults Perry’s character as being an “addle-minded pervert.” Addle-minded? Who talks like this, except maybe Sorkin… and maybe Borat.
But the thing that got me most irked was perhaps the least consequential: a Sunset Boulevard shot showing me the exterior of the studio. Sure, I know the place is make believe and all that, but did they have to go and fictionalize the landmark Hollywood Palladium into such a monstrosity? Check it out after and before via my craptastic digicam shot of my paused TV screen on the left and a photo of the actual historic theater from youarehere.com on the right (they can be clicked for slight biggification):
For a dramedy that’s trying so hard to be soooooo intrinsically insider, I’m disappointed they’d base it in some F/X’d version of such a venerable Hollywood venue. Especially since the former Earl Carroll Theater, today an actual TV studio where Star Search once lived, exists almost directly across the street from the landmark. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go change out of my PJs.