Those who excel at the art of making awful television are always under the impression that they are this generation's Shakespeare. This may manifest itself in unearned dramatic moments, in which the music soars and one flat character sobs about someone whose name we vaguely recall, but occasionally it's painfully obvious that everyone involved believed they'd made the next Breaking Bad. Aaron Sorkin's 2006 drama Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip remains his only show not to be picked up for a second season. It was about life behind the scenes of a fictional sketch show, much like 30 Rock, which aired in the same television season on the same network and survived when Studio 60 did not. Its main character was a saintly television writer whose work is beloved by all and his philosophical musings on the nature of television are taken incredibly seriously, as is everything else. Studio 60 is Sorkin's mouthpiece, and its arrogance is unflattering. Most amusingly, its sketch shows, supposedly the work of such genius that every supporting character fawns over the protagonist to a ridiculous extent, are uniformly unfunny. Sorkin is a talented writer whose work can be topical and sharp, but Studio 60 was definitely not his masterpiece and he never seemed to realise. It's a textbook example of how to make an awful TV show.