The newest Entertainment Weekly has a little "Showbituary" for Studio 60, saying it "was a precocious infant, spouting wonky arguments about gay marriage, religious intolerance and Hurrican Katrina. The development of its sense of humor, however, was stunted as it found amusement in spit-takes and impressions of Cape Fear-era Juliette Lewis and it delievered topical jokes that were like "New Yorker" articles with punchlines tacked on. Even bolstered by Perry, Peet and Whitford, the show strugged under its imposing father; Sorkin seemed to use his baby to grind axes against bloggers, network testing and TV scribes who resent it when their brilliant boss does all the writing. In December, admid ratings struggles, S60 hit adolescance hard, abrubtly transforming into a romantic comedy with Whitford pursuing Peet like some kind of witty David Berkowitz. This awkward phase attracted few viewers and the show was left abandoned, left to live out its last episodes in the summer doldrums, a broken show prone, in its last sad days, to grumbling about the war in Afghanistan, troubled pregnancies and drug abuse. It will be mourned by Rob Reiner, the Fruit of the Loom guys and Dolphin Girl."
I know, some may find it snarky but it does hit it on the head that all we wanted was a nice drama on the backstage goings-on of a skit comedy show, not a lecture on how know-it-all Hollywood is and that quality should always be held over how much money a network can make. Kind of makes it all the sadder to see all that potential lost.