West mumble

Someone turned down the volume. Half the lights on the set seem to be out. The acting is wooden, the silences long, the witty repartee unfunny and aimless. Even the extras in the background seem listless and sparse. Aaron Sorkin, come back, come back. Or else someone drive a stake through the West Wing’s heart before it embarrasses itself in front of millions.

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