Big respect to Michael J Fox. From Marty McFly to Louis Canning, From Back to the Future to The Good Wife, bingeworthy and almost uncannily predictive. It’s wittily edgy and exploits everybody’s inner advocate; we are flies on the wall in the offices of Lockhart Gardner, or more appropriately, Stalin and Associates. It’s so easy to take sides, booing at the pantomime and siding with the underdogs, so cleverly manipulated by the magisterium of the law. MJF actually manages to make Parkinson’s disease a politically relevant phenomenon and his portrayal of the Machiavellian Canning – even the play on words is quietly satisfying in the way that a rather shamefaced frisson of schadenfreude makes us feel – is both exploitative and a metaphor for political office.
Art, if such can be described, mirrors life. Alicia Florrick, the not-so-good wife has matured, or rather, aged, less than gracefully, and she now has a brittle edge to her, a willingness to stick it to the bad guys and twist the blade more grittily in season 7 than she did in season 1. Who are you really, Alicia? It’s almost impossible to imagine that CBS scriptwriters didn’t have the Clintons in mind. Husband has slipped and slid downwards then upwards, a new Comeback Kid, against all odds and momentum to become State’s Attorney, then Governor and is making a play for the Big Job, dodging political piranhas at every step. A few little peccadilloes in the bedroom department…oh, Peter. Pretty interns aren’t just there for your personal satisfaction, you know. Yes, we’ve figured out who you are supposed to remind us of. All smiles and mendacity.
Which brings me to the other elections.
It’s clear who the main protagonists are. Remember Biff, the bully, from ‘Back to the Future’ who isn’t very bright? People will vote for him because he makes them angry. Angry people make poor decisions, Donald. You might care to remember that when you’re ticking people off in public.
Then, there’s Doc Brown, an Orwellian throwback from the 1930s with wild hair and a passionate oratorical style. I’m just waiting for Bernie to exclaim ‘Great Scott!’ when crossing swords with his nemesis, a Hillary, even an Alicia honed to wicked sharpness by nastiness and betrayal. I wonder if his pacemaker is powered by a flux capacitor…Oh, what fun it all is. Or, it would be, were it not so frighteningly real.