Yesterday, I finished Part Three of Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird. It's done. Now I get a very short break before starting the next script.
We watched more of The Newsroom last night. Just brilliant, that show. One of the things that makes it so wonderful is the rapid-fire, sparring dialogue, which surely is self consciously in the tradition of screwball comedies like His Girl Friday (1940), Bringing Up Baby (1938), and Arsenic and Old Lace (1944). It's a style of dramatic conversation that demands the audience pay attention, and that it pays very close attention. Talk among yourselves, or check your email, or answer the phone, and you're likely going to miss something important. Sort of like the news, were the news actually the news and not the white noise and toxic marshmallow flush that its become. I love this show, and it's a shame that it didn't last. But how could it have? It's failure to find popularity only goes to prove its thesis.
I need caffeine.