Of the many things about The Boy Who Lived and his adventures that catch the eye, it is the academic system of Hogwarts for which Ms. Rowling deserves the loudest round of applause. She showed us that the two most important exams in the wizarding world could be named after owls and newts, two creatures which do not usually find themselves deemed important in the “Muggle” world and an ‘E’ could stand for ‘Exceeded Expectations’ while an A was merely ‘Acceptable’. The internet and my news feed in particular is frequently graced by the appearance of the first conversation between Harry and Snape, in which Snape secretly professes his love for Lily. I was too busy pondering how to find my way into Honeydukes, and gradually to Hogwarts then, to pay heed to such signs of literary brilliance, which make my present version wish to have made the leap from reading to reading between the lines way earlier.
Now that I’ve finally managed to write an opening paragraph without using “it’s been a while since…”, I’ll get down to business, as usual. I’ve wanted to write a blog on Harvey Specter since the day I laid my eyes on him, scrolling through the channels on a March morning during my JEE preparation days. To be factually correct, it was actually Mike Ross giving LSATs for someone else which had first caught my eye. I had finally made the big switch from Zee Cafe’s barrage of the Big Bang Theory to Comedy Central and the resultant bemusement at being made to bear Ashton Kutcher’s antics before Suits started. I was too hooked by the concept of “Two Lawyers, One Degree” to mind.
Mike Ross has never been an enigma. He’s a prodigy, yes, but it does not take another genius to figure out the way his mind functions and his decisions are made. Being the poster boy for sensitivity and empathy and the resultant deviation from the logical paths which his mind and mentor present, in front of him is but expected. It’s been a while since(There we go again) I found him likeable, especially since he and Rachel decided to make the file room their own. Damn, that woman is irritating and it has nothing to do with Meghan Markle.
If there ever is a Bollywood rendition of Suits, I’d recommend Hrithik Roshan and Sonam Kapoor for the roles of Mike and Rachel. Hrithik because, he’s well used to playing both the genius(Koi Mil Gaya) and the orphan.(Not many instance where both his parents survive by the time the credits start rolling) Also, shares the penchant for deplorable hairstyles. Sonam, because, “you know what I mean.” Added Bonus: Mike wooing Rachel a la “Dheere Dheere.” The fan in me refuses to let me go on.
Three years down the line, Suits finds itself winding down towards the end of the summer run of its sixth season. The Adaalatesque case of the episode format has been tossed in favour of a single case for the season. The humour hasn’t been able to match up to the unscalable standards set by season 1, despite Louis and Donna doing their best. They deserve a show of their own, those two. Jessica’s vocabulary is too fraught with ‘goddamns’ to be exemplary. The closest they have to villains are Daniel Hardman and Charles Forstman. Even Mohenjo Daro did better, in the last regard.
The show, especially over its last two seasons has made the gradual, yet observable shift from a legal comedy to a legal drama. Dark undertones have replaced the light settings of the initial seasons. My blogs have followed suit. (No pun intended) The characters have aged, none more than Gabriel Macht’s Harvey. He is still the best ‘goddamn’ closer that the city has ever seen, but his aura of invincibility has been punctured. No, he hasn’t lost a case, officially at least, but has given in to the emotions which he once professed that he wasn’t against using, but having. Season 5, which is right up there with True Detective’s Season 1 as far as performances go, went a long way in deconstructing the Harvey we thought we knew.
Underneath the lawyer who has a way with words and a person who can sway people however he wishes to, lies an individual who has spent his entire life teaching himself not to invest in people, as he believes that they aren’t worth the trouble. In a deleted scene from the pilot, Jessica is having tea with Philip Hardman, who was supposed to be the manifestation of the second half of the erstwhile Peasrson Hardman. While I’m glad that this saintly ex-managing partner plotline was replaced by the devious and conniving Daniel’s, his advice to Jessica about shoving emotion down Harvey’s throat is bearing fruition. Mike has managed to pull off the impossible, and it is both infuriating and endearing to see Harvey go to the lengths that he does for him.
Suits has always been a show about actions and their consequences. Mike’s past caught up with him, finally, and he finds himself behind bars. Harvey’s clearly shaken, as his protege is taken away from him, for a crime he was equally a part of. And that has shown in his willingness to cross the ethical boundaries, which he had once abhorred. Mike had vowed never to rat on his friends again, when he had told Jenny about Trevor. But as Ms. De’s antics on Twitter, MSD’s inability to finish the match yesterday and the current direction of the ongoing season have shown us, sometimes the best of us have to eat our words. Yeah, I stole that line from Albus Dumbledore.
With Mike’s arrest and the mass exodus from Pearson Specter Litt, Suits as we knew it, came to an end. The thing with hitting rock bottom, as Aditya Kashyap(brownie points if you get this) puts it, is that the only way for you to go is up. That is the philosophy that I’ve myself been trying to adhere to, as I keep running short of time to do the things that I want to and the tedium refuses to be alleviated. Sometimes, when your back is against the wall, you have no option but to break the goddamn thing down.
Harvey Reginald Specter taught me that.