新闻编辑室第三季

我一直对记者这个职业不感冒。生命有限，有那个时间动笔，与其记录一些转瞬即逝的新闻，还不如编故事或者写诗。而且在有些政治体制之下，即使你对新闻有自己的看法，但是也没多少行动的空间。在这种环境之下，你即使“知道”，也无法“成为”，“畅谈国事”实质上等于“空谈国事”。继而了解新闻也不再属于人在生活中的遭遇，而直接上升成了哲学意义上的人在生存中的处境。

《新闻编辑室》的故事围绕着一群新闻工作者中的理想主义者展开，Aaron Sorkin的本子固然剧情精彩、叙事聪明，本质上却还是对Greater Fool的颂扬和同情的交织，其混合比例随着剧情走向而不断变化。从这个角度上来说， 抛开那些排列组合交错纵横无比复杂、但删了过后可以让整部剧再上一个台阶的二不挂五的办公室恋情，《新闻编辑室》的核心其实相当简单。从第1季战歌，第2季叹歌，再到第3季挽歌，全剧谱写了一个非常标准的先扬后抑的三段乐章理想主义协奏曲。

这部协奏曲虽然没有创造出新的音乐形式，但跳出政治立场也忽略掉其叙事艺术来看，其内容所具有的时代意义依然可圈可点。基于对美利坚合众国政治制度和对这个国家新闻行业的一些基本了解，我还是很有信心顶着无数剧情漏洞把这部剧看作是一个现实主义题材而不是屠龙奇幻。毕竟，至少某种程度上我也相信：新闻不光是只有让人发笑和惊悚的故事性，新闻也可以激发和指导、甚至是引导人的行动。如同McAvoy所言，他身负“教化众生”的任务("mission to civilize")。

纵观人类历史，这个物种从来就没有在自我作死上停止过创新哪怕一分钟，而身负“教化众生”使命的精英们从来从事的都是堂吉诃德式的任务。在这部剧的最后，McAvoy对他们这帮新闻人的总结就是这个西班牙疯子宣言的现代版本。

There's a hole in the side of the boat.That hole is never going to be fixed and it's never going away and you can't get a new boat. This is your boat. What you have to do is bail water out faster than it's coming in.

“舀水行舟”这个场景不光闪耀着堂吉诃德理想主义的光辉，而且还充满着西西弗式的悲剧命运的力量。至此，《新闻编辑室》的基本逻辑达到了一个圆满的闭合，好像无法再被往前多推一步了。毕竟为文明保驾护航不就是理想主义者的命运吗？

但其实只要换从另外的角度来看，有些问题才刚刚现出雏形。

从某种程度上，这种“舀水行舟”解决方法好像的确可能行得通，至少《加勒比海盗》系列第1集里，Jack Sparrow船长的确这样成功地达到了港口，还省去了最后的泊船费（船进港过后，没人舀水了，马上就沉了）。但是问题是，如果那个洞正在越变越大，那又该怎么办？

Aaron Sorkin非常聪明。虽然美国大众的平均常识指数不论怎样看都宛若智障，他也没有把堂吉诃德的艰难算在庸众头上。我猜他应该考虑了最基本的政治正确和斗争策略，毕竟精英主义的正确打开方式是说一些群众听不懂的东西吓得他们只能把你封圣了事，而不是自我赋值开地图炮直接指出他们是白痴的客观事实。但更重要的一点是，今天的众生其实并不是以一种反革命的热情反对教化，而只是对教化漠不关心而已。他们并不是敌人，他们只是路人。

不是人的蜕化、而是技术的进步，改变了今天传媒的整体形态，让大规模极低成本的内容制造和传播成为了可能，进而导致内容的整体质量不可避免地下降。反映在新闻里面，新媒体的时效性变得极为强大，但是其准确性却很难高过街头巷尾的闲谈。新闻越来越变得只在于刺激反应而不负责指导行动，其内容无法再提供出什么深层次的意义，专业性成为了可有可无的东西。新闻的核心要素最终只剩下了媒介本身——媒介即传播，而传播是为了传播本身，转发万岁！

然而这儿有一个很有意思的例子：在这部剧里，波士顿恐袭事件过后，民众大量发布的各种信息造成了极大混乱；但是在电影《恐袭波士顿》里面，恰恰是调查组发动了整个波士顿的民众来贡献各种各样的信息，才迅速地定位了恐怖分子。

从新闻的角度来看，群众集体开喇叭是将真知灼见彻底淹没在了垃圾里面，误判可能造成伤害，胡说却没有责任，数以万计的七嘴八舌对反思事件深层次原因和提升个人意识高度都毫无作用。但是从数据分析的角度看，大数据恰恰为分析提供了最好的样本，而一个优秀的分析完全可以充分利用数据能够得到所需要的信息而解决问题。

这个矛盾的核心纠结在于：新闻是信息，但新闻又不只是信息。曾经需要新闻才能告知民众、进而得到解决的问题，现在只需要信息本身就能够跳过民众、进而得到解决了。一方面，传统的新闻作为信息提供者已经落伍了，新闻正变得越来越没有用。另一方面，民众作为信息的提供者变得越来越有用，而作为新闻的受众、进而自发行动的人，变得越来越无足轻重。

归根结底，这是因为“地球”这个物理存在并没有扩大或缩小，但是存在于人类意识中的“世界”却因为技术而早已面目全非。

一方面，技术扩展了共同世界的广度，曾经的视野之外，今天可以被轻松地拉到面前。以前，“Georgia”对于美国人来说就是佐治亚州，而高加索山脉的格鲁吉亚国和天王星一样远，地球那一边的拿破仑向莫斯科的进军对麻省普通人的生活影响无限趋近于零。但是今天，他的确需要具备基本的世界地理知识之后，才能清楚俄军坦克的确没有入侵亚特兰大，进而决定下一次投票的时候更偏向哪一个候选人的外交政策。

另一方面，技术扩展了共同世界的深度，曾经的视野之下，今天也可以被清晰地呈现出来。每年11万起的强奸案很长时间以来都是客观的存在，但是其长期的隐蔽只有在被技术统计处理之后，才第一次作为巨大的社会问题被展示出来。而当前的系统在不扯个几年皮之前，貌似完全无法对应这个巨大的挑战。受害者最终还是只能依赖技术进步提供的简单而粗暴的解决方式——反强奸的举报兼人肉网站，一个非常标准的集约化信息中枢，而不是永远读不完的新闻报道。

无论是个人的破坏力量，还是政府的压迫力量，在技术的加持下都变得更强。世界变得越来越小，人类正在加速步入风险社会。在这个社会里面，精英所推崇的共识建设、理性预判几乎没有什么腾挪空间，因为没人听得懂，也根本没有精力去听，都要忙着争抢自己声音的一亩三分地。能够教化众生的新闻越来越变得更像是在狂风暴雨中5公里的长度上使用狙击枪，其各种变数之大，让瞄准目标及计算弹道变得毫无意义，本质上和朝月亮开火没什么区别。这个时候如果为了解决问题，需要做的是更换武器，放下枪，举起炮，管用的不再是稳定的弹头，而是足够当量的炸药。

换言之，在今天这个世界里，当全民参与的事情必须得到解决的时候，其方式更多是以人类从诞生以来就驾轻就熟的战争来搞定，而不是以文明社会所自豪的谈判、仲裁和审判来达成，只不过这种战争的弹药是信息、阵地是关注，的确毫发无伤，但一样无比闹热。

在这场新形式的战争里面，专业壁垒被技术拆得千疮百孔，面对绝对数量的群众们僵尸出行一次百万的阵势，传统的媒体精英连个站桩的地方都找不到。无论是身处道德困境，还是面临能力过期，一直以来垄断话语权的精英们捏话筒的那只手其实早就已经力有不逮。最终，他们会犯错，伦理上变得可鄙，事务上彻底失败，但是他们所处的社会位置又决定了社会不会给他们原谅和同情。他们中的现实主义者会拥抱技术，凭着优秀的专业功底（很大程度上就是无中生有码字的能力和面不改色扯淡的本事）驾轻就熟地转化为垃圾制造商。而他们中的理想主义者会抱持着新闻理想，以教化众生为己任，以知情尊严为信仰，向世界之轮这个恐怖的风车继续发起决死冲锋。

他们是自己的国会、自己的法官、自己的律师，以及自己的处刑人，因此最终他们也只能自己和自己和解，做自己的神父。

对新闻原则的绝对坚持让McAvoy大婚当日的入狱成为了这群唐.吉柯德的最高光。他坚持的是得失测算之下彻底不对等的荒谬，是用一种疯狂对抗另一种疯狂。McAvoy在牢里面住了54天之后，Aaron Sorkin最终用另一个堂吉诃德的自杀结束了这场对抗。这的的确确是他笔下的温柔，但明眼人都能看出来，现实中的死结不可能这么简单就解开。

所以，回到“舀水行舟”那个场景，我们可以很有信心地说，哪怕那个洞越变越大，理想主义者依然会不断舀水，直到最后一刻——这是一个“山就在那里”式的回答，因为对于他们来说，这是值得做的正确的事情。船沉定了。Never mind. 必输之仗也要撑到最后，尊严要有。

不过，还有一个问题：“舀水行舟”的确悲壮，但这船在往哪儿开呢？

对于人类文明这艘船，理想主义的新闻人是它的维护工，努力避免它被自身的愚蠢所倾覆。但维护员的工作毕竟只是保证这艘船正常的运转，本身并不打造船的形态，也不会去眺望船的航向，更不会去指挥船的行进。大海航行靠舵手，“舀水”的不是舵手。

在整个剧走向尾声的时候，这个剧迎来了唯一一个让McAvoy也瞠目结舌的嘉宾，也是唯一一个登上了电视荧幕却不了了之的访谈——科学揭示的环境危机。

对于理想主义者而言，“教化众生”还算得上是一个辛苦痛苦却不失尊严的选择，但目光放得更远一些、眼界放得更宽一些，结果所有人能做的其实都只是静待启示录降临而已。

在地球母亲面前，这艘破船的旅程其实早就已经划上了句号，现在的问题已经不再是需要怎样舀水才能够保证继续航行，现在的问题是：

海马上就干了。

没什么再能说的了。聪明如Aaron Sorkin，在这里也让替他发声的McAvoy保持了沉默。过后花了整整一集来思考“教化众生”，只不过这一次不是思考这个使命的终点，而是回顾这个使命的起点：

你爹从来没想教你去“教化众生”，他只是想教你钓鱼而已。

所以，趁海干之前，和你父亲一起钓次鱼吧，不然可能就真的来不及了。

Newsroom这部剧在美媒下还是有很大争议的，这种争议甚至不是对这部剧的for being liberal，更多来源于liberals for not doing enough。编剧Aaron Sorkin（如同你能从他的写作中看到的那样）常被描述成一个prick，一个smug，或一个chauvinist（比如一个记者曾写一篇文章来叙述Sorkin对她本人采访时候的condescension和不尊重，她说“In Sorkinville, the gods are men." 详见“How to get under Aaron Sorkin’s skin (and also, how to high-five properly)” //www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/television/how-to-get-under-aaron-sorkins-skin-and-also-how-to-high-five-properly/article4363455/），并且因为他的写作局限而被批评（说教性太强、自我陶醉...）

我感觉这些critic比豆瓣上目前看到的影评要成熟更多，并且也更加有效率、progressive。这篇影评来源于New Yorker的Emily Nussbaum （她本人在本剧第一季开始就发表过影评"Broken News"。见//www.newyorker.com/magazine/2012/06/25/broken-news，或我的转载//movie.douban.com/review/12970899/）。Nussbaum在2016年因为她在纽约客写的影评获得普利策奖。她个人肯定了第三季的一些进步（比如她比较喜欢的Maggie & morality debate on the train），同时也特别分析批评了Sorkin对于Princeton女大学生 & rape的处理。

newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/the-newsroom-crazy-making-campus-rape-episode

By Emily Nussbaum

As this review indicates, I wasn’t a fan of the first four episodes of Aaron Sorkin’s “The Newsroom.” In the two years since that blazing pan, however, I’ve calmed down enough to enjoy the show’s small pleasures, such as Olivia Munn and Chris Messina. When characters talk in that screwball Sorkin rhythm, it’s fun to listen to them. As manipulative as “The Newsroom” ’s politics can be, I mostly share them. There are days when an echo chamber suits me fine.

For the first two seasons, the show stayed loyal to its self-righteous formula, which many viewers found inspirational. Sorkin’s imaginary cable network, Atlantis Cable News, would report news stories from two years before, doing them better than CNN and Fox News and MSNBC did at the time. Characters who were right about things (Will McAvoy, Sloan Sabbith, the unbearable Jim Harper, the ridiculously named MacKenzie McHale) strove for truth and greatness, even when tempted to compromise. They bantered and flirted. And each week, they debated idiots who were wrong. These fools included Tea Partiers, gossip columnists, Occupy Wall Street protesters, and assorted nobodies enabled by digital culture—narcissists, bigots, and dumbasses. Sometimes, the debates included sharp exchanges, but mostly, because the deck was stacked, they left you with nothing much to think about.

Often, the designated idiot wouldn’t even get to explain her side of an argument: she’d get to make only fifteen per cent of a potential case, although occasionally, as with an Occupy Wall Street activist, the proportion climbed closer to fifty per cent. There were other maddening aspects of the show—a plot in which a woman who worked in fashion believed that she wasn’t good enough to date a cable news producer, the McAvoy/McHale romance, the Season 2 Africa-flashback episode. So, you know, I had complaints. But I tried to stay Zen and enjoy Munn and Messina. And, in all sincerity, I was happy when the third and final season débuted, because it was such an obvious step up. The early episodes were brisk and self-mocking. There was a nifty, endearingly ridiculous grandeur to the story arc about McAvoy going to jail to protect a source. Even more satisfying, the show's debates with idiots had undergone a sea change. In Season 3, the people who were wrong were allowed to be actively smart (like Kat Dennings’s role as a cynical heiress) and funny (as with B. J. Novak’s portrayal of a demonic tech tycoon who ended up taking over ACN). In certain scenes, they got to make seventy-five per cent of an argument, leading to fleet and comparatively complex debates.

In the single best scene of the whole series, the number jumped to a hundred per cent. Maggie (Allison Pill)—now rehabilitated from last season’s horrible post-Africa, bad-haircut plot—took an Amtrak train from Boston. In a plot cut-and-pasted from the headlines, she overheard an E.P.A. official's candid cell-phone conversation, sneakily took notes, and then confronted him with follow-up questions. Both sides made a solid case: she pointed out that he was in public and her obligation was to be a reporter, not a P.R. conduit. Also, had Maggie gone through “official” routes, he would have lied to her. He argued that by quoting an unguarded, personal discussion, she was making the world a less humane, more paranoid place. So when Maggie threw her notes away, it wasn’t as simple as, “He was right and she was wrong”—she’d made a real moral choice. Given the kind of show that “The Newsroom” is, there was plenty of wish-fulfillment—Maggie got the interview anyway, plus a date with an admiring ethicist—but those elements felt fairy-tale satisfying.

After the Amtrak scene, I turned downright mellow, even fond of the series, the way you might cherish an elderly uncle who is weird about women and technology, but still, you know, a fun guy. My guard went down. So when I watched Sunday’s infuriating episode, on screeners, I wasn’t prepared. What an emotional roller coaster! I will leave it to others to discuss the mystical jail-cell plot, the creepy reunion of Jim and Maggie, the fantasy that even the worst cable network would re-launch Gawker Stalker, and, more admirably, the way that B. J. Novak’s evil technologist character seems to have broken the fourth wall and stepped into reality to disrupt The New Republic. Someone should certainly write about Sorkin’s most clever pivot: he’s taken the accusations of sexism that are regularly levelled at his show and pointed the finger at Silicon Valley, in a brilliant “Think I’m bad? Well, look at this guy” technique.

Yet when it comes to disconcerting timeliness, no scene from this episode stands out like the one in which the executive producer Don Keefer pre-interviews a rape victim. When Sorkin wrote it, he could not have known that CBC radio host Jian Ghomeshi and, later, Bill Cosby would be accused of sexual assault by so many women, some anonymous, some named. He couldn’t have known that an article would be published in Rolling Stone about a gang rape at the University of Virginia or that this story would turn out, enragingly, to have been insufficiently vetted and fact-checked. The fallout from the magazine’s errors is ongoing: it’s not clear yet whether Jackie, the woman who told Rolling Stone that she was gang-raped, made the story up, told the truth but exaggerated, was so traumatized that her story shifted due to P.T.S.D., or what. The one thing that’s clear is that the reporting was horribly flawed, and that this mistake will cause lasting harm, both for people who care about the rights of victims and people who care about the rights of the accused. Key point: these aren’t two separate groups.

Anyway, there we are, with Don Keefer—one of the few truly appealing characters on the show and half of the show’s only romance worth rooting for, with Munn’s Sloan Sabbith—in a Princeton dorm room, interviewing a girl, Mary, who said she’d been raped. In a classic “Newsroom” setup, she wasn’t simply a victim denied justice. Instead, the woman was another of Sorkin’s endless stream of slippery digital femme fatales; she created a Web site where men could be accused, anonymously, of rape. The scene began with an odd, fraught moment: when Don turned up at her dorm room, notebook in hand, he hesitates to close the door, clearly worried that she might make a false accusation. But since this is Season 3, not 1 or 2, the Web site creator isn’t portrayed as a venal idiot, like the Queens-dwelling YouTube blackmailer on a previous episode, who wrote “Sex And The City” fan fiction and used Foursquare at the laundry. The Princeton woman got to make seventy-five per cent of her case, which, in a sense, only made the scene worse.

Before describing the scene between Keefer and the Princeton student, it’s important to note that the scene’s theme of sexual gossip about powerful men has been an obsession since this show began. For a while, Will McAvoy was tormented by a Page Six reporter who first got snubbedby him, then placed gossip items in revenge, thenslept with him, then blackmailed him. There was a similar plot about Anthony Weiner; just last week, Jim’s girlfriend Hallie sold him out in a post for the fictional Web site Carnivore. You’d have to consult Philip Roth’s “The Human Stain” to find a fictional narrative more consistently worried about scurrilous sexual gossip directed at prominent men. It’s a subject that replicates Sorkin’s own experiences, from “The Newsroom” on back to “The West Wing.”

The scene between Don and the student takes place in four segments, as Don reveals to her why he was there: not to talk her into going public, but to talk her out of it. His boss, under pressure to appeal to Millennials and go viral, insisted that the segment be done in the most explosive way possible—as a live debate between the student and Jeff, the guy she claims raped her. As Don and she talk, the woman tells him her story. She’d gone to a party, took drugs, threw up, passed out—and then two men had sex with her while she was unconscious. The next morning, she called “city police, campus police, and the D.A.’soffice.” She can name the guys; she knows where they live. She had a rape kit done. “That should be the easiest arrest they ever made,” she says. At every juncture, Don is sorrowful, rational, gentlemanly, concerned about not hurting her feelings, and reflexively condescending, in a tiptoeing, please-don’t-hurt-me way. Eventually, he tells her that Jeff, the accused rapist, has also been pre-interviewed: Jeff told Don that she wasn’t raped—in fact, she’d begged to have sex with two men.

Back and forth they go, discussing a wide range of issues—legal, moral, journalistic, etc. The dialogue conflates and freely combines these issues. First, there is the question of anonymous accusations, online or off. There is also the question of direct accusations, like the one this student made against a specific guy, in person, using her own name—in a police station and the D.A.’soffice, and then online. There is the question of how acquaintance rape is or isn’t prosecuted in the courts; there is the question of how it's dealt with, or covered up, within the university system; and there is a separate question about how journalists, online and on television, should cover these debates. But a larger question hovers in the background, the one hinted at when Don came in the door: Does he believe her?

When I first watched the scene, I was most unnerved by the way their talk mashed everything together, suggesting that there were only two sides to the question—a bizarrely distorted premise. It’s possible, for instance, to believe (as I do) that a Web site posting anonymous accusations is a dangerous idea and to also think it’s fine for a woman to describe her own rape in public, to protest an administration that buries her accusation, and to go on cable television to discuss these issues. It’s possible to oppose a “live debate” between a rape victim and her alleged rapist and to believe that rape survivors can be public advocates. There was also something perverse about the way the student was portrayed, simultaneously, as a sneaky anonymous online force and also an attention-seeker eager to go on live TV. (And, given the way that Rolling Stone’s Jackie is now being “doxxed” online, it’s grotesque that the episode has the Princeton woman praise Don for tracking her down, “old-school.”) The actress was solid, but the character behaved, as do pretty much all digital women on the show, with the logic of a dream figure, concocted of Sorkin’s fears and anxieties, not like an actual person.

“The kind of rape you’re talking about is difficult or impossible to prove,” Don tells her. It’s not a “kind of rape,” the woman responds sharply. She argues that her site isn’t about getting revenge, that it’s “a public service”: “Do not go on a date with these guys, do not go to a party with these guys.” Don cuts her off: "Do not give these guys a job, ever." He argues that she’s making it easier for men to be falsely accused, but the woman says that she's weighed that cost and decided that it’s more important that women be warned. “What am I wrong about?” she asks. “What am I wrong about?”

I’d love to see a show wrestle with these issues in a meaningful way, informed by fact and emotion. But eventually, the “Newsroom” episode gets to the core of what’s really going on, that shadow question, and this is when it implodes. The law is failing rape victims, says the student. “That may be true, but in fairness, the law wasn’t built to serve victims,” argues Don. “In fairness?” she says. “I know,” he says, sorrowful again, eyes all puppy-dog. “Do you believe me?” she asks him suddenly. “Of course I do," Don tells her. “Seriously,” she presses. He dodges the question: “I’m not here on a fact-finding mission.” She pushes him for a third time: “I’m just curious. Be really honest.”

Finally, he reveals his real agenda. He’s heard two stories: one from "a very credible woman” and the other from a sketchy guy with every reason to lie. And he’s obligated, Don tells her, to believe the sketchy guy’s story. She's stunned. “This isn’t a courtroom,” she points out, echoing the thoughts of any sane person. “You’re not legally obligated to presume innocence.” “I believe I’m morally obligated," Don says, in his sad-Don voice. WTF LOL OMFG, as they say on the Internet. Yes, that's correct: Don, the show’s voice of reason (and Sorkin, one presumes), argues that a person has a moral obligation to believe a man accused of rape over the woman who said he’d raped her, as long as he hasn't been found guilty of rape. This isn’t about testimony, or even an abstract stance meant to strengthen journalism. (“Personally, I believe you, but as a reporter, I need to regard your story with suspicion, just as I do Jeff’s.”) As an individual, talking to a rape survivor, Don says that on principle, he doesn’t believe her.

At this point, Don gets to make his win-the-argument speech about the dangers of trial by media, lack of due process, etc. “The law can acquit; the Internet never will. The Internet is used for vigilantism every day, but this is a whole new level, and if we go there, we’re truly fucked,” he says. He warns her that appearing on TV will hurt her: she’ll get “slut-shamed.” She begins to cry and tells him that, while he may fear false accusations, she’s scared of rape. “So you know what my site does? It scares you.” Her case will be covered like sports, he remarks with disgust. “I’m gonna win this time,” she replies with bravado. And so Don goes back to ACN and he lies, telling his producer Charlie that he couldn’t find the woman at all—and then Charlie throws a tantrum and dies of a heart attack, but that’s a matter for a different post.

Look, “The Newsroom” was never going to be my favorite series, but I didn’t expect it to make my head blow off, all over again, after all these years of peaceful hate-watching. Don’s right, of course: a public debate about an alleged rape would be a nightmare. Anonymous accusations are risky and sometimes women lie about rape (Hell, people lie about everything). But on a show dedicated to fantasy journalism, Sorkin’s stand-in doesn’t lobby for more incisive coverage of sexual violence or for a responsible way to tell graphic stories without getting off on the horrible details or for innovative investigations that could pressure a corrupt, ass-covering system to do better. Instead, he argues that the idealistic thing to do is not to believe her story. Don’s fighting for no coverage: he's so identified with falsely accused men and so focussed on his sorrowful, courtly discomfort that, mainly, he just wants the issue to go away. And Don is our hero! Sloan Sabbith, you in trouble, girl.

Clearly, I’ve succumbed to the Sorkin Curse once again: critique his TV shows and you’ll find you’ve turned into a Sorkin character yourself—fist-pounding, convinced that you know best, talking way too fast, and craving a stiff drink. But after such an awful week, this online recap might be reduced to: Trigger warning. The season finale runs next week and thank God for that. Like poor old Charlie Skinner, my heart can’t take it anymore.

Emily Nussbaum 本人在本剧第一季开始就已经发了一篇比较critical的影评"Broken News"。见//www.newyorker.com/magazine/2012/06/25/broken-news（我的转载//movie.douban.com/review/12970899/）。

在当时，对此，她同编辑室的New Yorker colleague David Denby也写了一篇简短的回应as counterargument.

In Defense of Aaron Sorkin’s “The Newsroom” //www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/in-defense-of-aaron-sorkins-the-newsroom

I loved Emily Nussbaum’s negative review of Aaron Sorkin’s new HBO series, “The Newsroom,” which had its première last Sunday night, but I also enjoyed the show—certainly more than she did—and, afterwards, I felt a kind of moviegoer’s chagrin. Movie audiences get very little dialogue this snappy; they get very little dialogue at all. In movies we are starved for wit, for articulate anger, for extravagant hyperbole—all of which pours in lava flows during the turbulent course of “The Newsroom.” The ruling gods of movie screenwriting, at least in American movies, are terseness, elision, functional macho, and heartfelt, fumbled semi-articulateness. Some of the very young micro-budget filmmakers, trying for that old Cassavetes magic (which was never magical for me, but never mind) achieve a sludgy moodiness with minimal dialogue, or with improvisation—scenes that can be evocative and touching. But the young filmmakers wouldn’t dream of wit or rhetoric. It would seem fake to them. Thank heavens the swelling, angry, sarcastic, one-upping talk in “The Newsroom” is unafraid of embarrassing anyone.

结局看到你们很幸福我也很幸福 一下午看完最终季 一直很喜欢看美剧里男女主的感情线，Mac和Will的感情真是特别精彩，让我深受触动 是旗鼓相当的搭档 在彼此的感情里却是拧巴的笨蛋成年人

丢失的电话录音里那句“I never stop loving you these years Mac.btw you look gorgeous tonight”

两个人在办公室大声脱口而出“别碰我男／女朋友” 后尴尬的小表情

Mac没钱打车时Will无奈给出的钞票和最后任她取用的一整个钱包

Will听到别人对Mac不尊重时愤怒的脸 为了保护Mac在酒吧给八卦记者签出的支票

急匆匆买来的她喜欢的Tiffany的戒指，吵架时假装自己退回去了却在Charlie的话语中醒悟 手忙脚乱地从上锁的桌子里掏出来跑去求婚 在舞台角落金牌主持人结结巴巴词不达意 翻来覆去地说着“I love you”和“marry me”以及让我印象深刻的“我会一直继续爱你因为这是宇宙的规律”Mac刚开始瞪的圆圆的大眼睛和那句坚定的yes 和最后甜蜜的抱怨“你怎么花了这么久时间”

在工作大厅宣布的第二件事 "meet the future Mrs Mackenzie Morgan McHale Mcv…"平板前面我和员工们一起欢呼congratulations！！

Mac接到电话后发出的欣喜的呜咽 得知Mac怀孕之后Will傻笑的脸 乱七八糟全部丢进垃圾桶的烟 看着儿童房发呆说要卖掉公寓买独栋别墅让孩子自由骑单车的新晋父亲 他终于在这一瞬间摆脱了自己的家暴父亲的阴影 他肯定可以be a good dad 就像Charlie说的那样 对助理笨拙地询问医院和全世界最好的妇产科医生 做好一切准备去成为一位父亲

引用一句别人在第二季下的影评“有些人你根本不必说出山盟海誓承诺一辈子，彼此间停下折磨就是幸福。因为他们是一对，就像宇宙定律。”

嗯 就像宇宙定律