Mike Judge, Clovis, and the coming wave of disillusionment
Three short years ago, a little movie called “The Social Network” won a pile of Oscars thanks in part to Sorkinistic mini-monologues like this one:
Mark Zuckerberg: “I think if your clients want to sit on my shoulders and call themselves tall, they have the right to give it a try, but there’s no requirement that I enjoy sitting here listening to people lie. You have part of my attention — you have the minimum amount. The rest of my attention is back at the offices of Facebook, where my colleagues and I are doing things that no one in this room, including and especially your clients, are intellectually or creatively capable of doing. Did I adequately answer your condescending question?
“Take that, Winklevi!” said everybody, simultaneously.
There’s nothing like the perfectly worded tell-off, is there? Especially one…
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