It was exactly what you would expect from Aaron Sorkin: instantly entertaining; emotionally and dramatically flat. (Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing is up to the individual viewers; I lean towards the latter) Sorkin spins catchy and funny streams of dialogue peppered with quick witticisms and one-liners, with direct address narration from Sarnoff and Farnsworth. This was all engaging to a point, but I wanted to see more introspection into the lives of the characters. We see this briefly with Sarnoff--we learn that his Jewish family was run out of Russia and that he's cutthroat and ballsy--but not at all with Farnsworth. I kept waiting for something that wasn't coming, and instead was greeted with more rapid fire (and forgettable) dialogue.
Hank Azaria was great in the book scenes, but basically played himself in his narration. Jimmi Simpson was excellent. The ensemble--with the exception of the wonderful young actress who played Farnsworth's wife--was blah. The show ran a quick two hours and ten minutes. The audience seemed to love it. The mezzanine was less than half full, which surprised me, since the person at the box office told me that they were very well sold this morning when they refused me student tickets.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body