I love Aaron Sorkin, but Nathan Rabin’s hilarious, exhaustive takedown of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip completely nails what’s wrong with the show (and with Sorkin himself):
[F]ailed television shows come and go; why does Studio 60 obsess us so?
The answer has a lot to do with arrogance. In premise and execution, Studio 60 was a work of unbearable, overweening arrogance. It began with making the lead character of Matt Albie both a clear Sorkin surrogate and a writer so ridiculously romanticized even M. Night Shyamalan might say, “Get over yourself, dude. You’re a fucking writer, not Jesus’ younger brother, the one God really likes.”