Suspension of disbelief

I'll start the "Studio 60" discussion going by saying that there were two moments of tonight's show that I really liked: the bit with Matthew Perry flubbing the twinkie's name (it was "Treasure," not "Trinket") and the Steven Weber monologue on the horrors of a serial drama about the United Nations (what the teenagers really like is subtitles).

However.

I do not believe anything about Amanda Peet as a high-powered executive, particularly the bit where she goes looking for friends. (Also, I did not believe it last week when she didn't know who Bill Parcells was.) I do not believe Nate Corddry's parents - from the shocking backwater of Columbus, Ohio - wouldn't have heard of "Who's on First" (and for a guy who's doing his best to make nice to the Christian right, Sorkin still manages to exhibit a lot of contempt for Midwesterners.)

I do not believe that Bradley Whitford is being paid huge sums of money to be an occasional foil for Matthew Perry. I do not believe that I should trust Aaron Sorkin to tell me what good black comedy should be.

Help me, Matthew. Help me get faith!