As usual, we'll wrap up the week before moving to the very eclectic menu for this weekend -- silly sci-fi, serious and moving drama, and on-line, loony love.

First, the feedback from the big shots. Aaron Sorkin was in touch yesterday about Wednesday's column on The West Wing. (No, I'm not making that up. Canadian TV executives may sneer at what appears here and dismiss the opinions expressed but, obviously, some people in the TV racket wait with bated breath to find out what Doyle-of-the-Globe is saying. It's a funny world.) Sorkin pointed out that his remark, "I'd turn the show into 24 to keep it on the air," could be misinterpreted.

He had been asked, just before I joined the conversation, how he could keep The West Wing going for more seasons than President Bartlet would actually be in office -- two terms, eight years. "I was asked about an eighth season and what would happen given that the two-term limit of a president and the fact that the series began with his second season and would I start slowing down the calendar and I said, 'I'd turn the show into 24 to keep it on the air.' "

His other point was that the C. J.-goes-to-Dayton episode was written by Jon Robin Baiyz, not him. Fair enough on the first point, which actually makes the eventual end of the Bartlet regime sound exceptionally promising as TV drama. On the second point, I'd still say that the C. J. episode reflects where Sorkin is taking his show. It is emphatically his show.

Many readers wrote to say they enjoyed Chasing Cain II: Face on Monday. Two people complained about the jittery camera angles in the first few minutes. I did point out that this shaky-cam effect was used in the opening and then disappeared. For goodness' sake, you should stick with these things.

If I was to only pay attention to the first few minutes of shows I review, this column would be really, really short. And I'd never get to the bit where the killer is revealed to be the nice guy or somebody takes his or her clothes off and the camera coyly moves off to give us a really-up-close look at a doorknob or a flowerpot.

Also, I'm in receipt of more mail about The Eleventh Hour. Everybody loves it apparently, but some people think it airs on CBC. I've been asked to pass on endorsements of the program to CBC, but it actually airs on CTV. It is a most interesting confusion.

The report here of lively discussions at Tim's about hats, mitts, tuques and other head gear brought lots of response. I gather that on the local news in Halifax, there is much larking about in hats by people who are merely standing just outside the studio door. That doesn't surprise me.
Farscape (tonight, Space, 9 p.m.) is a big deal, I am informed. A sci-fi show with a small but fanatical following (there are 19 Web sites devoted to it), it starts its fourth and final season tonight. The announcement that this was the final season brought mail from people who wanted my support to keep it going. Alas, I wasn't what you'd call intimate with it.

It's the darndest thing, actually. This astronaut fella Crichton (Ben Browder) accidentally moseyed through a wormhole, as so often happens. He found himself at the far end of the galaxy, in the middle of a war between factions of funny-looking people. He has many adventures.

Now, you probably know that all of these lost-in-space shows have a babe. (The Canadian show Lexx relied entirely on the boobs of a female character to generate interest and keep geeks watching.) Well, Farscape has three babes -- a blonde, a brunette and a redhead. Thus it has all the bases covered for keeping geeks enthralled. The blonde, a character named Chiana (the charmingly named Gigi Edgley), is the star. Oh, there are guys with three eyes, but Chiana is still the star. Farscape is idiotic, but if you've got a taste for sci-fi silliness, you should know about it.
Profoundly Normal (Sunday, CBS, City TV, 9 p.m.) is about Donna and Ricardo Thornton, who are real people and both are mentally disabled. They caused a sensation when they married and had a son. They've been profiled twice on 60 Minutes.

It's the connection with 60 Minutes that makes this more compelling than an average TV movie, which treats the triumph of the disabled with sentimentality. The linking device in the two hours is Donna (Kirstie Alley) and Ricardo (Delroy Lindo) being interviewed for 60 Minutes. Thus, the actors talk directly to the camera a lot. To my surprise, Alley is very good here. Last seen in the atrocious Veronica's Closet and in those awful Pier One commercials, she portrays Donna as a blunt-speaking, rather raucous earth-mother. Lindo has the easier job of being the stable, common-sense Ricardo.
Click Me (Sunday, Newsworld, 10 p.m., on The Passionate Eye) is a wonderfully weird documentary about on-line dating and romance. It has the feel of an Errol Morris documentary about eccentrics or a David Lynch exercise in dread and deadpan humour.

We meet several people who try to find a mate, or just a date, on-line. The women are eerily interesting. There is Audrey, a vivacious blonde who is obviously addicted to being pursued by men and wants more of it. There is Christina, who always dresses in a little-girl, Heidi-of-the-Alps outfit and likes to sing for the camera. She's been married twice and lives in a strange world of her own.

Click Me might appear to be a longer version of the series e-love (which airs on W), but this isn't just about young, handsome singles. It has an unsettling dream-logic quality, is almost hallucinogenic and, as odd as the people are, it's hard to turn away from it.
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