Sure—everybody’s already seen The West Wing. Except me. I just started watching it a few weeks ago, on Knitflix (Netflix). I’m deep into Season 3. Much has occurred. (The show ran on NBC from 1999-2006.)
I’m a total goner. I will knit ALL THE THINGS and watch ALL THE EPISODES.
This cocktail has a heady mix of ingredients:
- A flawed, erudite, hyper-verbal, well-meaning, morally upright (mostly; see “well-meaning”) POTUS.
- A wry and reluctant FLOTUS.
- Super-smart, arrogant-but-forgivable, glib-but-sweet, self-important but self-aware, easily hurt, workaholic, idealistic young staff people.
- A recovering alcoholic Chief of Staff straight out of The Aeneid; I would follow anywhere he leads.
- A soaring theme song that makes the knees go weak, courtesy of W.G. Snuffy Walden (who also wrote the theme to thirtysomething).
- Fantastic guest stars, from Laura Dern to Connie Britton. Don’t blink, or you’ll miss Nick Offerman in Season 1.
But what if 7 seasons—over 150 episodes—is not sufficient to my knitting needs, you ask?
There’s always the West Wing Weekly podcast, to go over everything with a fine-tooth comb.