Beyond the Veil of the Flesh: David Cronenberg’s THE FLY (1986)

Beyond the Veil of the Flesh: David Cronenberg’s THE FLY (1986) on Blu-ray

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I’m glad I re-watched David Cronenberg’s 1986 version of The Fly on Blu-ray. I haven't watched it in decent resolution since I saw it in a theater on first release. It's still brilliant and perfect, and profoundly moving—maybe Cronenberg's greatest and most perfect film; a horror tragedy that doesn't cop out, ever. Deftly combining aspects of romantic comedy, science fiction, gross-out midnight movie, and parable of the consequences of hubris, The Fly also works as a metaphor for what happens to couples and individuals when the body breaks down, decays, or merely ages. (When the hero’s “disease” starts to snowball, he totters into the lab on two canes like an old man; something about the makeup reminded me of the “old” Joseph Cotten in Citizen Kane.)

Charles Edward Pogue's original script was heavily rewritten by Cronenberg, who fleshed out the main characters and the central love triangle and infused the whole story with his distinctive brand of pulp poetry, which is fundamentally rational yet prone to flights of romantic obsession and grandiose theatrical monologues. Since the film's original release, Pogue has been very open about Cronenberg’s contributions, and why wouldn't he be? They give the film much of its flavor. The Fly is filled with quotable lines and phrases, including "the poetry of steak" and "insect politics" and "Not to wax, uh, messianic" and "Drink deep, or taste not, the plasma spring! Y'see what I'm saying? And I'm not just talking about sex and penetration. I'm talking about penetration beyond the veil of the flesh! A deep penetrating dive into the plasma pool!"

nullIt's also a genuinely sexy film, at least at the start, before the body parts start falling off. (That closeup of the "Brundlefly Museum" of "redundant" body parts in the hero's fridge still makes me gasp; his cock is in there!) Jeff Goldblum’s Seth Brundle and Geena Davis’s Veronica “Ronnie” Quaife are one of the most real-seeming screen couples of the ‘80s. You can tell the actors were lovers during this period: they know each other's bodies as well as they know each other's senses of humor. They even share physical and vocal tics, as couples who've been together a while always do. Neither has ever looked more beautiful, but they’re attractive in a real way, not an airbrushed Hollywood way. Cronenberg treats them as real people whose wit and intelligence are as attractive as their bodies. The way Veronica plucks that bit of circuit board from Seth’s back post-coitus, and helps him clip those “weird hairs” as he's eating ice cream from a carton later; all the scenes of them eating in restaurants and walking through city marketplaces, doting on each other, exchanging the sorts of glances that only real lovers trade: these details and others make it feel as though we are observing a relationship, not a screenwriter's construct. Ditto the wonderful little character-building touches, as when Seth, who suffers from motion sickness, gets out of a taxi before it has even come to a full stop, and Ronnie gripes about a substandard cheeseburger, then eats one of the pickles first before biting into the sandwich.

When Goldblum sheds his geeky facade and embraces what he thinks is his Super Fly destiny, he becomes even more attractive because he's so dangerously confident; he walks with a swagger, tossing his long hair like a Persian prince in a fairy tale. (This film is my favorite take on Frankenstein ever, because the hero is both Dr. Frankenstein and the Creature—it's one-stop shopping!) Seth and Ronnie seem perfect for each other, which of course makes the ensuing tragedy so much harder to take. The third point in the triangle – Ronnie’s ex-lover and boss, John Getz's Stathis Borin, at first seems a caricature of an 80s Yuppie swine, but he deepens as the film goes along; we see that he's still hopelessly in love with his ex-girlfriend and wants to protect her, and we get that his more asshole-ish remarks are the product of self-loathing, a way of trying to distance her from him, perhaps for what he believes is her own good. (Weird that the character's name has the same first letters as the hero's. Surely it was intentional, but it’s one of the few touches Cronenberg doesn’t elaborate on.)

nullRonnie goes from cynical opportunism to deep and true love, but without ever losing her rationality. She looks out for herself, and not once does she seriously consider giving into Seth's, um, messianic waxing. But she never stops loving Seth. In the film’s final third, she’s wracked with guilt over finding her dream man suddenly repulsive and sad. The script is wise about how people in relationships keep feeling love and lust even when one or both are changing. When Ronnie realizes she’s pregnant with Seth’s probably-mutant baby, she decides to abort it, and it’s the correct decision; and yet when Seth crashes through the glass-bricked window of the hospital operating room to “rescue” her and their unborn larvae, she lets herself be swept into his arms anyway. It’s as if she’s in thrall to vestigial, or perhaps primordial, feminine desires to be protected and to bear a lover’s offspring. Her relapse into love is extinguished by horror once she returns to the lab and realizes what Seth has in store for her: a genetic sifting operation designed to minimize the physical presence of Brundlefly by merging him, Ronnie and the “baby.” But there’s never a sense that The Fly is copping out by trying to have things both ways—that it can’t make up its mind what it thinks of the situation. It’s fiercely true to life even though its physiological details are fiendishly unreal. Every stage of Ronnie’s emotional journey rings true. Extricating yourself from a failing relationship while pregnant is a predicament that countless women have experienced; ditto the pain of being in love with a man who’s dying and/or losing his mind, and becoming ever more frightening and repulsive, instilling his survivor with feelings of guilt and shame that she’ll never shake, only learn to manage. Mainstream movies rarely dare to depict such fraught situations in all their messy realness. The Fly does so in a science-fiction setting, with telepods and freaky prostheses and an operatic Howard Shore score that could be the music Franz Waxman heard in his head as he lay dying. It’s all quite astonishing.

Cronenberg is one of the most sophisticated chroniclers of romance in modern cinema, and I’m surprised critics haven’t made more of this over the decades. Why? Perhaps it’s because Cronenberg deals in symbols and metaphors as well as witty dialogue and plausible behavior. It can be hard to sense the human heart beating beneath the blood and goo that engulf some of his finest adult dramas. The Fly is a rare horror film—and a rare big-budget Hollywood movie, period—that is adult in all the ways that count. I would never show it to a child, or even a young adult, not because of the sex and gore, but because they would have no way of processing the feelings it evokes. You have to have lived a bit to truly appreciate this movie, and it only becomes more powerful as you grow older.

Matt Zoller Seitz is the co-founder of Press Play.

The Revolution Was Televised: The Conversation

The Revolution Was Televised: The Conversation

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I worked with HitFix.com television critic Alan Sepinwall at the Star-Ledger of Newark for nine years, 1997-2006. We shared the TV beat together throughout that period, writing reviews and features, and collaborating on a daily column of news and notes titled "All TV." The column was topped with a dual mugshot, photoshopped in a way that made it look as though two heads were growing from the same neck. Some colleagues and a few readers referred to that image as "The Two-Headed Beast," and as it turned out, the description referred to more than the mugshot. We truly were a team, and we yakked so much across our cubicle desks that we got shushed by everyone in the newsroom at one point or another. Most of the conversations were about the innovative things we were seeing on television during that fertile period, which brought forth The Sopranos (filmed right there in the Garden State!) as well as Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Oz, Lost, Deadwood, The Wire, and other dramas that are now recognized as milestones in the medium's artistic development. 

nullAlan has chronicled that heady era in his new book The Revolution Was Televised: The Cops, Crooks, Slingers and Slayers Who Changed TV Drama Forever. It's an impressive piece of work, and I'd think so even if I didn't know and like the author. A combination critical exegesis and oral history of the late '90s and early 21st century, it puts a frame around an era whose aesthetic aftershocks are still being felt and understood. 
 

I originally set out to do a brief Q&A with Alan, but as anybody who's ever had the misfortune of sitting next to us in a newsroom can tell you, we're a couple of Chatty Cathies. The conversation ran nearly an hour. It has many digressions and tales-out-of-school, and a bit of playful teasing, yet somehow it managed to touch on the main themes and subjects of his book. I've reproduced our talk below, with some minor edits and omissions for clarity. — Matt Zoller Seitz

Matt: What are the factors that contributed to the existence of the dramas you describe in this book?

Alan: Cable was a big part of it—the fact that cable started looking to do more original programming. You remember when you were on the TV beat with me at the Star-Ledger, there were the major broadcast networks. There were UPN and the WB, sort of. And that was it.

And then HBO decided, “All right, we’re gonna get serious about this, and not just do one or two comedies a year.” And they became successful at it, and then others started imitating that. And at the same time, the audience started to really splinter, because there were so many viewing options, and it became easier to justify a show that does three or four million viewers a week.

Matt: How did it become easier for programmers to justify that? How did the economics work for them?

Alan: The idea is, if every show on the network is being watched by twenty million people or more, and you do a few shows that are only drawing three million, that’s harder [to justify], whereas that’s a good number for a cable network if the show is cheaper. A show like The Shield cost a lot less than, say, Nash Bridges did. That was part of it.

But there was also the fact that, as viewership overall started coming down, having three to six million viewers started to look a lot better than it might have in the days of Dallas.

Matt: Speaking of the days of Dallas, I’ve recently been revisiting some of the great shows, particularly dramas, from the ‘80s, such as Hill Street Blues and St. Elsewhere and Moonlighting, which was a show that, week to week, was as deeply nuts as Glee or American Horror Story. You never knew what you were going to get when you tuned in.

But something did happen. Something changed. Maybe it was the concept you discuss in your chapter on David Simon’s The Wire, the concept of "a novel for television." The idea that shows could be designed to be viewed in totality, at least on the back end. And there was not as much paralyzing fear that everything had to have a beginning, a middle and an end, tying up neatly within the course of any given hour.

Alan: That was definitely a big part of it. It was something David Chase was fighting against on The Sopranos. You can list all the different Sopranos storylines that began and then didn’t end, or didn’t end in the way we expected them to. A lot of it is just that you’ve got all these people like David Chase and David Simon and Tom Fontana and David Milch, who worked on these [network] shows in the ‘70s and ‘80s and ‘90s that were great shows. However, at the same time, their ambitions could only go so far, because they were beholden to a broadcast network model that aimed to draw as large an audience as possible. The thinking was, "You have to spoon-feed audiences to a degree. You have to give them case-of-the-week stuff.’

I love Hill Street Blues. I love St. Elsewhere. I wouldn’t say a bad thing about them. But there is a compromised nature to them that isn’t there in, say, Oz and Deadwood.

 

The Sopranos Effect

Matt: You deal with a lot of the influential pre-1999 shows—which is the year The Sopranos debuted—in your opening chapters, then you go into The Sopranos and move on from there. It seems to me you could easily have titled this book The Children of The Sopranos, because to some extent, even though a show such as Lost or Battlestar Galactica outwardly has nothing in common with The Sopranos, those shows wouldn’t have existed if The Sopranos hadn’t gotten on the air, stayed on the air, and been a hit.

Alan: That’s exactly true. A lot of the writers I talked to from Battlestar were writing on Deep Space Nine when The Sopranos came on. They all said, “We’re all going home at night and watching The Sopranos and thinking, ‘God, this is what we want to do!’” And they kind of got to do their version of it in the sci-fi realm. Damon Lindelof from Lost talked a lot about The Sopranos. He said that many of the influences on Lost were the same things that influenced Chase, like European film. The Sopranos made all these shows possible.

But then, Oz made The Sopranos possible—but without the commercial success that was ultimately going to lead to all those other shows.

Matt: What was the common thread in all these showrunners’ obsession with The Sopranos? It wasn’t the crime and violence, because some of these shows aren’t into any of that. Is it the postwar European cinema influence that you alluded to? Does it have something to do with the worldview, or the way in which the characters were portrayed?

Alan: It was all of those things. But it was mostly that, here was a show that was not beholden to any of the formulas that other people had to deal with in their [TV] day jobs, and them looking at The Sopranos and saying, “Wait a minute. You can do exactly the show that you want to do, you can make it intensely personal, make it really emotionally and narratively complex, you don’t have to treat the audience like they’re five years old, and you can still get millions and millions of people watching? Why can’t we try this?”

Matt: I was intrigued by the section in the Sopranos chapter where you and Chase get into the idea that, on The Sopranos, people don’t change.  About a year after that show went off the air, I had an email exchange with Chase about my recaps of the show. It was cordial, for the most part, but he did take exception to my endorsement of the idea that The Sopranos was about how people don’t change. I didn’t mean it in quite the absolutist terms he thought I did, but he seemed sensitive to it, because it was a more depressing view of human nature than the one he meant to communicate.

But it seems that you got that impression, too. And we certainly weren’t the only ones. And, when you talked to him five years after the conclusion of the series, he still seemed concerned about that perception.

Alan: The ultimate version he gives is not that far removed from what you or I or other people thought, which is that on The Sopranos, people can try to change, but it’s incredibly, incredibly difficult to do so, and we saw a lot of examples of that on the show.

Matt: That’s a pessimistic view, but I wouldn’t say it’s an unrealistic one. How many times have you taken stock of your life and resolved to make some fundamental change, then ended up two weeks later wandering around blithely like Homer Simpson, going “La la la la”?

Alan: Can you think of characters on the show who tried to change their inner natures, and succeeded?

nullMatt: Yes. But unfortunately, those people tended to end up dead.

Alan: [Laughs] Yes! That’s what I’m saying. They hung themselves in the garage.

Matt: Like poor Eugene Pontecorvo. Or Vito, who has his sojourn in the gay Shangri-La of Connecticut, then returns to New York City and gets clubbed to death.

All in the Game: The Wire
 

Matt: Let’s talk about The Wire. You quote the HBO executive Carolyn Strauss as saying, “That show was at death’s door at the end of every fucking season.” I knew Simon had trouble after Season Three, but I didn’t know every renewal was that hard.

Alan: Well, a lot of people would argue that The Wire was a better show than The Sopranos was. But it was never as popular as The Sopranos. And it was in some ways more challenging. You could watch The Sopranos and think, “Oh, guys gettin’ whacked, people cursing, fart jokes,” and ignore the other layers. The Wire had a certain amount of violence and coarse humor, but it was a more difficult show. It has become much more popular in death than it was in life.

Matt: You point out that HBO sent out all of Season Four of The Wire to critics at once. That’s become common practice for certain types of shows nowadays, but it was unusual then, wasn’t it? [Note: At the time, networks did this for miniseries, but not for regular series.]

nullAlan: I talked to a lot of writers for this book, and not one of them could think of a case in which that was done before. The thinking was, “This is a show with a lot of characters and a very complex plot, people always react better to a series at the end of its run than at the beginning, let’s send the whole season out at once and see what happens.” Season Four of The Wire was the perfect season of a show to do that with, because of the whole story involving the kids. It’s probably my favorite season of the show.

But that decision also speaks to what was happening at that time that was new. Doing a 10 or 12 or 13 episode order, finishing the whole thing and then sending it all out—a network couldn’t do that [before], because network shows made so many more episodes during a season, which meant shows were in production pretty much year-round.

Matt: You write of The Wire, “The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. It isn’t designed like any TV show before it, not even the other early successes of this new golden age. It isn’t designed to be broken apart into bits, some parts elevated over others or consumed separately.”

For all the evolution that’s happened in American TV storytelling since The Sopranos, I can’t think of too many other shows that fit that description nowadays, Alan. There are exceptions. Treme, of course, but that’s a David Simon show. Sons of Anarchy is probably another one. The subject matter and tone on that one is more “pop” than on a Simon show. But I suspect that if you dropped somebody into season three or four of that show, they’d have no clue what the hell was going on—

Alan: There’s just such a Byzantine power struggle going on in that show. All the FX dramas have “Previously on Sons of Anarchy…” segments that seem to run almost as long as the episode.

Matt: [Laughs] Yes! You get near the end of a season of Sons of Anarchy, and you could cook a meal in the time it takes for them to get you up to speed on what happened previously. It’s not hard to see why there is resistance, even now, to this idea of television that has to be consumed and thought about in totality. Most of the shows that are devoted to that principle either have a small audience—which is the case with Treme—or they get cancelled after one season, which was the case with Rubicon.

nullAlan: I would say that Breaking Bad is a show in that vein. It took me till season three to fall in love with it in the way that I’m in love with it now, because—in much the same way as The Wire—it’s paced very slowly early on, it’s a different kind of tone than you’re used to, and you really need to see each piece built on top of every piece that came before for it to make sense, and for it to have the power that is has once you get to seasons two and three and beyond.

The Whole and the Parts: TV in Totality
 

Matt: Would you say that of the current dramas, Breaking Bad is the one that most needs to be considered in totality? Or are there other shows that need to be watched that way?

Alan: I think Mad Men is a show like that. If you watch “The Suitcase” from season four onward, you’ll be able to say, “Yes, this is good acting,” but you won’t be able to appreciate it if you haven’t been watching four years of Don and Peggy building up to that moment. Game of Thrones, I think, is like that—and obviously that series comes from the world of books. In fact, I think there are certain ways in which the narrative structure of Game of Thrones is not ideally suited to television, where they’re bouncing around from place to place, but the series does try.

Matt: There’s an important difference, though, between Breaking Bad and Mad Men and, say, Game of Thrones, The Wire and Treme— which you get into to a certain extent in the book—which is that some of these dramas, no matter how complex their plots, do at least give you a character or characters that are definitely the leads. That gives you something to latch onto.

Alan: True.

Matt: Even on Sons of Anarchy, which is an ensemble show, they orient you by letting you know that it’s basically about the bikers—the issue of succession, of who’s going to lead the club. That was never the case with The Wire. You may have a central plotline that serves as a spine for a whole season, but that was truly an ensemble show, and even the way the show was structured was extremely rigorous, almost off-putting. These characters and this subplot get two minutes, then we’re onto this other thing. Treme is that way, but even more so, to the point where I respect it but I find it frustrating, in that they’ll have a life-or-death storyline that gets two minutes, and then there’ll be two minutes about Antwone and his struggles with his high school band.

Alan: It can be frustrating. I was watching an episode of Parenthood the other night that was like that. In one scene you’ve got cancer, and you’ve got post-traumatic stress disorder, and then you’ve got a teenage boy getting caught fooling around with his girlfriend. You know? It’s like, “Uh, one of these is a bit more compelling than the other.”

Matt: It can be maddening. But I respect it in the case of something like Treme, because it’s indicative of David Simon’s worldview, which I think comes out of having worked in the world of general interest daily newspapers, where you have all these different sections telling stories of varying degrees of seriousness. Even though there are certain stories that are marked as more important than others by virtue of placement on the front page, ultimately, when you hold the entire newspaper in your hand, you get a sense of all things being equal.

That’s why there’s something humbling about Treme. Rationally, we know that every one of is us but an extra in the drama of life, and so forth, even though each of us thinks we’re the lead. But David Simon’s dramas are adamant in driving that home.Welcome to Deadwood!

Matt:  The Deadwood chapter of your book, more so than any other, is built around the personality of one man, David Milch, the show’s creator. Interestingly, that chapter feels like a character portrait in a book where the chapters are otherwise process-driven.

nullAlan: A couple of things drove that. One, I’ll admit that, in the arc of my career, Milch has been present so much that it was hard to resist putting him at the center of the Deadwood chapter. But the other is, I wanted every chapter to feel not quite like every other chapter—to find a different way into each of the shows—and Milch is his shows, and his shows are Milch, in the same way that The Sopranos is David Chase and The Wire is David Simon, but on a more elemental level, I guess.

Matt: You and I both visited the set of Deadwood when it still existed. I really felt as if I had stepped into the mind of David Milch when I was on that set.

Alan: Yes.

Matt: Just the way they’d constructed it, so that the writers’ bungalows, and the costume place, and the stable and the props department, all of that was in the same place, and the town was a working town. The interiors and the exteriors were in the same buildings. It was like that set was actually Deadwood, the real place, except there were lights hanging from rafters in the ceilings of the rooms and cameras and cables in the streets. I can’t really think of another show that did that. Maybe Lost was that way, because they were shooting on location in Hawaii?

Alan: Not quite, because on Lost, the writers were in L.A., so that was a much more split-up thing.

I felt like a portrait of Milch was the best way to illustrate HBO in that period as a place of absolute freedom. He took advantage of that even more than Chase did, even more than Simon did. He just kind of—not “went crazy,” but kind of went to town with, “I can do all of these things, and I don’t have the checks and balances that I’ve had to deal with throughout my career. Whatever I want to do, and in whatever process that makes sense to me, that’s what I’m going to do.”

nullMatt: My first insight into the controlled chaos of David Milch was when I spoke to Ian McShane, aka Al Swearengen, after the Television Critics Awards ceremony in the summer of 2004, after he’d been given an award for outstanding individual achievement in drama for his performance on Deadwood. I went up to him at the bar, made some small talk, then asked, “So, what’s it like delivering those long monologues? Did your experience in legitimate theater help with that?”

Then he took a drink, and he laughed.

Then he went on, “Let me tell you about Mr. Milch’s monologues. They are one or two pages long, and they are often one long sentence, if you study them, which would make them difficult to memorize and deliver anyway, simply because of that. But on top of this, Mr. Milch will never let you simply deliver a monologue. You have to be addressing a severed Indian head in a box or receiving a blowjob from a prostitute under a table.”

Alan: [Laughs]

Matt: And he goes on, “Added to which, often these monologues are rewritten up to the very last possible second, to the point where they’re handing you the pages five minutes before they call ‘action’, and the pages are still hot from the fucking printer!”

And I realized, as he was telling me this story, that McShane had absorbed the writerly rhythms of David Milch—a man who McShane speaks very highly of, by the way—even as he felt emboldened to bust the guy’s chops while talking to a journalist.

Alan: Well, that speaks to how each person who works with David Milch has to find his or her way of dealing with the controlled chaos of a David Milch production. Some people who’ve worked with Milch speak of him very highly and would work with him again in a second. Others just couldn’t handle it and wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, understandably.

 

Is TV better than movies?

Matt: I get the impression that maybe HBO doesn’t indulge showrunners in the way that they did during the heyday of the Davids, in the aughts. 

Alan: No, I don’t think they do. I think the approach has been codified now, and the stakes are higher, and if you’re doing a show, you sort of have to propose many more things going in. I know Milch is still developing shows with HBO. But even on something like Luck, eventually [co-executive producer] Michael Mann stepped in and said, “No, you can’t do this anymore. You can’t be on the set anymore, and you have to give me scripts in advance.”

So I think there are many more rules in place, because there is a lot more money at stake. HBO, once upon a time, was the little indie film company.  Now they’re more like Miramax, when Miramax started winning every Oscar ever.

Matt: It occurs to me that the rise of Miramax as a dominant force in mainstream American theatrical film came right around the same time that HBO became the dominant force in television. Not in terms of viewership, necessarily, but in terms of cultural influence. In a lot of ways, HBO was the Miramax of television, and Miramax was the HBO of mainstream theatrical cinema. 

Alan: There was definitely something in the water around that time. Plus, many of the things that we think of as being ‘independent film’ are now much more mainstream. There are not a lot of genuine independent films finding their way into non-arthouse theaters anymore, either.

Matt: Over the last five years, there have been a million thinkpieces claiming that TV right now is better than movies. Even some of the people who make television have been so bold as to make that claim. What do you think about that?

nullAlan: When I originally thought of the concept for this book, the subtitle was going to be, “How Tony, Buffy and Stringer Made TV Better than the Movies.” Then I thought about it and realized, no—I can name so many great movies I’ve seen over the last 10 or 15 years. They weren’t the big hits. They weren’t playing on fifteen hundred screens. But they were the equivalent of a lot of the shows in this book.

I think TV has filled a role that American movies have largely given up on trying to fill, which is the middle-class drama for adults. Movie studios still do some of those, but not as many as they used to before, and the few they do are blatantly positioned as "our Oscar film of the year, which we’re going to release around Christmas.”

A White Man’s Game
 
Matt: You talk in the Deadwood chapter about Milch’s work on Hill Street Blues, which seems like the Big Bang from which all these other stars and planets came.
 

Alan: It’s the Citizen Kane of TV drama.

Matt: It probably is, and not just in the sense of being influential. There was not a single thing about Citizen Kane that had not been done somewhere else before, but the genius lay in the fact that it had never before been done all in one film, guided by one sensibility.

Alan: What [executive producers] Steven Bochco and Michael Kozoll were doing on Hill Street was lifting things from soap operas and putting them in the context of a police drama.

Matt: The open-ended, ongoing stories, the ensemble nature of it, the way the community itself was the focus. 

Alan: Yes.

Matt: It’s also interesting that so many of the so-called “quality dramas,” the dramas that are descended from Hill Street and that critics think of as recappable, are extremely male in their focus. They may or may not have strong female characters built in as well, but often they’re male-focused. And more often than not they’re built around crime or violence.  

nullAlan: True. A major difference between Treme and The Wire is that Treme doesn’t have a murder investigation every season pulling everything together. Well, there’s a little bit of that, in the scenes involving David Morse. But you might have expected them to go whole-hog on that, and they didn’t, really. Morse’s policeman is no more important on Treme than anybody else.

Matt: Is there a bias within television towards male-centered stories with crime and violence?

Alan: There very clearly is. When Carolyn Strauss told me that HBO’s decision of what to do as their first show after Oz came down to The Sopranos or something by Winnie Holzman, the creator of My So-Called Life, about a female business executive at a toy company, I immediately stopped paying attention to the interview for a good five minutes, because all I was thinking about was an alternate timeline where this Winnie Holzman show was the next big HBO show. I was asking myself, would the other show have spawned imitators? Or would it not have, because “Female business executive at a toy company” is not as inherently cool as “New Jersey wiseguy in therapy”?

Matt: Maybe not as “cool,” but potentially as interesting.

Alan: Oh, I think it could have been great. But commercially—and in terms of the interests of network executives, most of whom are men—the crime shows, the antihero shows, tend to be more appealing in the abstract.

Matt: And also, let’s be honest here, there is this thing known as “escapism.” Escapism doesn’t just mean you tune in each week and get to ride the unicorn to Magicland and kill the dragon. It means you get to experience situations and emotions that maybe could happen, but that you the viewer probably could not experience in daily life. In that programming scenario that you recount, one of those proposed HBO shows clearly is more escapist than the other.

I remember reading an interview with the filmmaker Paul Schrader from about 1982. He said, and I’m paraphrasing, “To make an impact internationally, your film has to be seen by millions of people, and with some exceptions, the only kinds of films that have a chance of reaching an audience of that size are ones that have sex, violence, or both.” And that’s why so many of Schrader’s films had sex, violence, or both. It wasn’t only because those were the kinds of stories Schrader liked to tell. There were commercial considerations, too. He wanted his films to be seen and discussed. He needed eyeballs.

Alan: That totally makes sense.

I remember when you and I split the Sopranos beat at the Star-Ledger—the kinds of letters we used to get. Certainly there were people who watched the show for its Fellini-esque aspects and the other odd things Chase was doing, but there were a lot more people who were tuning in to see somebody get whacked.

Matt: And they were upset when an episode didn’t give them that.

Alan: Exactly. “What the fuck are these dreams, man? Why are we seeing Tony’s dreams?”

nullMatt: You see this kind of response to Breaking Bad today.

Alan: Yes. There are viewers who go, “Heisenberg is badass.” That’s the level at which they watch.

Matt: The negative reaction to Skyler—

Alan: Yeah, I know!

Matt: I don’t have any patience for people who insist that Skyler is a bad, boring, or unpleasant character. What she’s doing is throwing cold water on the macho fantasies of people who dig Heisenberg. Even now that she’s morally compromised, she’s still the conscience of that show, more so than any other major character.

Alan: She has unfortunately become an emblem of the misogynistic backlash that some of these shows get.

Seventies Movies, Millennial TV
 
Matt: Where do Lost and Battlestar Galactica fit into this era of TV drama? And Buffy the Vampire Slayer? That last one is intriguing because, correct me if I’m wrong, but if you look at the timeline, doesn’t Buffy pre-date The Sopranos?
 

Alan: It predates The Sopranos by two years. I think it even pre-dates Oz by something like four to six months.

nullBuffy was really an outlier. I had to contort myself this way and that to figure out how to include it in the book, which is so much about the effect of The Sopranos. My rationale was, it was on the air during roughly the same period, and the idea of what was happening on the WB at the time, and to a lesser extent UPN, later, in some ways paralleled what was going on at HBO, namely: Here we have an under-watched channel that wants to make a splash and is thinking, “Let’s do that by finding a creator that wants to something different. Let’s give him more rope than he’d get if he were doing this at NBC or ABC, and encourage him to do something that’s a lot more ambitious or a lot more complicated.” And again, in a genre piece.

Matt: When Vulture did their drama derby, the Buffy the Vampire Slayer contigent came at that contest like one of the armies in Game of Thrones.

Alan: You’re saying a sci-fi/fantasy show did really well in an Internet poll?

Matt: [Laughs] It’s different, though. The remake of Battlestar Galactica was a great and beloved show, but I don’t think it’s had anything like the staying power of Buffy. To listen to the way people talk about Buffy, you would think that it was on the air right this second!

Alan: I think that’s because a lot of people are still angry about how Battlestar ended. People may not have liked some of the later seasons of Buffy as much as the high school ones, but there’s nobody going, “Joss Whedon raped my childhood” or “He took the last seven years of my life.”

There is a kind of petulance that goes along with fandom of some of the genre shows. It’s like, “How dare you give me this thing I really, really enjoyed, until I didn’t?”

It’s important to emphasize that a lot of these shows are genre shows. The Sopranos is a mob show, but there are all these other elements. Buffy is a horror series, but that’s not all that it is. It’s a horror-action-comedy hybrid whose whole is greater than the sum of all of its different parts.

Matt: That point about being under-watched is interesting. In the late ‘90s and early aughts, when a lot of the experimentation was happening in dramas, UPN and the WB were under-watched compared to the other broadcast networks: NBC, ABC, CBS, and Fox. HBO, meanwhile, was big in the world of cable, but its viewership was also a lot smaller than that of the major broadcast networks.

In that sense, what was happening in the 90s in the minor networks and cable channels was very roughly analogous to the conditions at movie studios in the late sixties and early seventies. They desperately needed to make a splash, to matter. So much of their once built-in audience had fled to television. They were sitting there with this gigantic production apparatus, all these people under contract working on fewer and fewer films each year, these enormous sets sitting dormant a lot of the time. Things got so bad that studio bosses were willing to give up autonomy and merge with conglomerates that didn’t have anything to do with entertainment. That’s how you got Paramount hooking up with Gulf + Western and United Artists with TransAmerica.

Alan: Yeah.

Matt: And those conditions are what allowed people like Martin Scorsese and Peter Bogdanovich and Francis Coppola to slip through the door and have so much creative freedom. After a certain point, the bosses looked around, saw their kingdom in ruins, and went, “All right, we clearly don’t know what works anymore, why don’t you young guys give it a shot?”

Alan: There is very much a parallel between this era in American television and the late ‘60s and early ‘70s in American movies, with what was happening in cinema in New York and L.A.

Matt: And yet despite all these changes, vestiges of the old studio mentality remain in movies to this day, and remnants of old-fashioned broadcast network procedures remain in TV to this day. You give an example in your chapter on Lost.

Lost: What’s in the Hatch?

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Matt: Lost was made by committee, basically, wasn’t it?

Alan: Yes. What happened was, Lost was conceived by Lloyd Braun, who was then the head of ABC, and who was on the verge of being fired, and needed a Hail Mary to prevent that from happening.

So he hired a writer to develop his idea, and [the script] was terrible. Then he brought in J.J. Abrams and Damon Lindelof, and Abrams quit after they made the pilot. So there were all these different cooks in there, and it’s such a strange story. A show this good shouldn’t have been made this way. And yet somehow it was.

Matt: Yeah. And you quote little things that suggest Braun was really involved in the concept, like his insistence that all the semi-magical elements on the show ultimately be revealed as being based in science fact. That’s very definitely a creative note, not like some of these notes that some executives give showrunners, along the lines of, “Well, maybe less of this or a little more of that.” 

Alan: Yes, and eventually Lost did move away from that, though by that point Lloyd Braun had been long gone for a while. The people who don’t like the golden pool of light might have been happier if they’d stuck with that note!

Matt: It’s interesting that sometime around Season Three, ABC executives were telling the producers of Lost that they needed to make the show more like NBC’s Heroes, which was coming off a very successful first season, because, as we know, Heroes kind of went to hell in Season Two.

Alan: Oh, yeah, Heroes was one of those classic “Emperor’s New Clothes” situations. It was just that we were all so frustrated by what Lost was doing at the time, and then it was like, “Hey, look! Here’s this show that’s shiny and new, and it’s giving us answers right away! Everything! And clearly they’re building to something!” And it turned out they were building to somebody beating someone else up with a parking meter.

Matt: That whole thing is a testament to how incredibly ungrateful and easily distracted the heads of these major entertainment companies are. Lost, whatever problems it had in Season Two, was original, and a hit. That was ABC’s big, shiny thing. Then they looked at somebody else’s big, shiny thing that was slightly newer, and they said, “Let’s make it like that!”

Alan: And you remember all these terrible Lost imitators. Threshold and Surface and Invasion and Flash-Forward. All of them sort of took the most superficial aspects of the show and said, “Oooh, let’s do things that are weird and have mysteries and sci-fi,” and that’s not really what made Lost special.

Matt: No, it wasn’t. The industry thought [the popularity of Lost] was all about the mythology. It was partly about the mythology, but mainly it was about the same thing that makes every other really great show popular, which is that you never knew what you were going to get when you tuned in.

“Aw, they’re just making this up as they go along.”

Matt: It’s illuminating to discover in your chapters on Lost—and really, in some of the chapters on other shows, such as Breaking Bad—just how much of the plots of these shows are being driven by things that are happening behind the scenes, at the production level. Like what happened on Lost with Mr. Eko. Can you summarize that for us?

nullAlan: Mr. Eko, played by Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje, was one of the most popular new characters on that show, and the actor just didn’t want to live in Hawaii anymore. He said, “I want to go back to England, and please kill me off.” And then they did! And the producers told everyone that’s why they did it. And because of that, it becomes part of the whole “ah, they’re just making this up as they go along, there’s no plan” thing.

Certainly there’s an amount of improvisation in everything on television. You can’t plan for it. Nancy Marchand died in the second season of The Sopranos, and they had to deal with that.

Matt: That’s frustrating for me as a television critic, trying to communicate this to people who watch TV but don’t really know how it’s made. To say “they’re just making it up as they go” is thought of as a pejorative way to describe television, but really, it’s just a statement of fact. Every show is just making it up as they go. Mad Men, even though it had something like eighteen months off between seasons four and five, was still just making it up, in a sense. Even if they have a rough roadmap of where they want to go from episode to episode within a season—

Alan: I’m sure [Mad Men creator] Matt Weiner was responding to certain things that the actors were doing, certain things that he felt were working or not working, and that’s a form of improv.

Matt: And when you’re writing or directing anything, you might go in thinking the character is going to do “A”, but then you have an inspiration and think, “What if they do ‘B’ instead?” Maybe that’s a better idea, but once you make that decision, everything that comes after “B” has to change.

Alan: What happened in Breaking Bad, Season Three, is a classic example of that. Season Two was very meticulously plotted-out. They were working backward from the plane crash. Not everybody liked the plane crash, even though they liked Season Two as a whole. In Season Three, it was more like, “Let’s fly by the seat of our pants, and these cousins will be the big bad guys.”

nullMidway through the season they decided, “The cousins need to die. They’re more trouble than they’re worth. We’ll make Gus Fring the big bad.” Season Three is everyone’s favorite season of the show.

Matt: Yes! That’s part of the appeal of television to me. I like to say that it’s not just an artistic endeavor. It’s also an athletic event.

Alan: Yes.

Matt: They have ten or 12 or 22 episodes to tell a story, and they have an outline going in, but beyond that, they have no idea where things will go. And they have to wing it.

 

What happened to the Russian?

Matt: If you had to pick three current shows that rank with the shows you cover in this book, what would they be?

Alan: If I had to pick shows that were as consistently good, week in and week out, the second season of Justified would slot in very comfortably with this period. The first season of Homeland would slot in very comfortably with this period. I’m a little concerned with some of the plotting that’s been going on this season; we’ll see. I’d be comfortable slotting in the first season of Game of Thrones, the second season maybe less so.

Those are three shows that, at their best, have the ability to go there. Boardwalk Empire goes there sometimes, but not consistently.

nullMatt: I thought it was very telling that you had this anecdote about the Russian in the “Pine Barrens” episode of The Sopranos, that Terence Winter, now the creator and executive producer of Boardwalk Empire, advocated for a scene where we would see what happened to the Russian.

Alan: Yeah. Winter was always a much more traditional “beginning, middle, end" type of writer. Boardwalk Empire is a fairly traditional gangster show, whereas The Sopranos was a meditation on the state of 21st-century humanity, dressed up as a mob show.

Matt: I sometimes feel as if a meteorite hit The Sopranos, and all these chunks sprayed out and became Sons of Anarchy, Boardwalk Empire, and Mad Men. In a lot of ways, Boardwalk Empire feels like the show that those people who used to write angry letters to the Star-Ledger

Alan: –wanted The Sopranos to be?

Matt: Exactly. “More whackin’, less yakkin’.” Mad Men is all yakkin’.

Alan: Boardwalk is definitely a more traditional drama, and is quite unapologetic about it.

nullYou know, I forgot one other: Louie. If I were writing this book a year or two from now, there would probably be a Louie chapter in it.

Matt: And of course, technically, Louie is a comedy.

Alan: Technically.

Matt: That’s a leading comment, of course.

Alan: I know. Technically a comedy. It’s a half-hour show.

But a lot of the things we love about Louie do not, for the most part, have to do with the aspects of it that make us laugh. It’s about the worldview of it, the aesthetic choices that Louis C.K. makes as a filmmaker, and these great dramatic moments, like in the episode where he’s trying to talk his friend out of committing suicide, and the episode where he goes out on the date with Parker Posey and she sort of slowly reveals herself to be mentally ill and yet sort of exciting at the same time.

It’s got that Lost thing that you talked about, where you put it on and you have no idea what you’re gonna get.

Matt: And I can’t really think of another show – maybe certain episodes of The Sopranos, and most of Moonlighting – where you can’t be sure how literally you’re supposed to take anything that you’re seeing.

Alan: It was funny: our colleague Todd VanDerWerff mentioned the book at the AV Club, and he mentioned how David Chase said that he had read exactly one thing on the Internet about the finale of The Sopranos that understood what he was going for. The commenters immediately jumped on the idea that he must be talking about that “Masters of Sopranos” article that purported to prove that Tony died.

And I went into the comments thread and told them, “No, I asked Chase about it, he’s never read that.” And they immediately had to contort themselves. “Well, uh, maybe he has read it, but he doesn’t really know it by that name!”

Matt: I think that’s the greatest achievement of most of the shows you deal with this in this book. Because they reached a somewhat wide audience, and they had that sort of intransigent artistic quality, slowly but surely they got a popular audience accustomed to that post-‘60s European Art Cinema thing that you were alluding to earlier, that mentality that says: You don’t have to understand everything. Not everything has to be wrapped up neatly. You don’t have to like characters and find them sympathetic in order to find them interesting. And ultimately, what you take out of the experience of watching the show is the important thing.

It’s not so much what the piece of art says, exactly. It’s more about you having to chew your own food. The show is not going to chew your food for you, you know? And sometimes the meal will be indigestible, and that’s part of the experience, too.

Alan: Yeah. And that’s one of the things that’s really amazing about these shows, the fact that the experience you get out of them is not what you were expecting, and you have to work for it. When you have to work for something, the rewards are usually greater.

Alan Sepinwall has been writing about television for close to 20 years, first as an online reviewer of NYPD Blue, then as a TV critic for The Star-Ledger (Tony Soprano's hometown paper), now as author of the popular blog What's Alan Watching? on HitFix.com. Sepinwall's episode-by-episode approach to reviewing his favorite TV shows "changed the nature of television criticism," according to Slate, which called him "the acknowledged king of the form." His book The Revolution Was Televised: The Cops, Crooks, Slingers and Slayers Who Changed TV Drama Forever was published this month.

Matt Zoller Seitz is the co-founder of Press Play.

James Bond Is England Itself

James Bond Is England Itself

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I am black and British, born in England, a citizen who often feels more like a subject. Bond films have always been a useful way for me to relate to the nation I belong to. Bond is an English cultural staple that I've always understood; he is as itinerant as I feel but still, forever, tied to England.

This year the Bond films turned 50, though I’ve always felt that they were born 50 years too late; the image they often project, of James Bond as the world’s policeman, working on behalf of its most vital nation, is at least that long out of date. Since the end of World War Two, England has been a country in decline. The last half a century has seen it steadily lose the Empire it once presided over, the one they said the Sun would never set on because it covered a third of the world. Bond films are great at reveling in the joys of an England that no longer exists. As time has gone on this has made them unreliable, unrelatable, escapism. But, more worryingly, they have collectively been celebrated, out of all proportion, as real nostalgia. Skyfall is interesting (and palpable relief for a black girl stuck in the project of unpacking her Englishness) because it seems to not want to hide from today and attempts to reconcile Bond with England's real world problems.
 Mendes does this by bringing James home. It is rare for so much Bond action to be staged in England, 007’s home, my home, London, rendered so accurately gray. The streets are gray, the police are gray, not 50 but 500 shades of gray, the underground is gray, the corridors of power are gray, London's monuments look so small and slight and gray, as do Londoners. Of course, the sky is also gray, gray, gray and hanging claustrophobically low. When the MI6 building blows up, I don't see the red of flames or black of an explosion, but a billowing cloud of steel-colored dust. Gray bleeding into gray. The soot of rubble and broken bricks, the crumbling of England’s most powerful walls.

Compare the solemnity of London’s palate to the hyper-vibrant hues of Shanghai at night or the healthy greens, browns, and yellows of Istanbul by day. England has had the color drained out of it, through age and sadness, of which there are many threads.
 Choosing a favorite Bond is like choosing a favorite mood—from Connery through to Brosnan, each portrayal serves its various, charming, challenging, camp purposes. I enjoy spending time with Craig’s version because the stoicism he brings to the character appeals to my rather large melancholic side. There is a slowness to his steeliness that is comforting to watch in a film that revels in such fast action. I frequently forget that Craig as Bond is handsome, then a shaft of light will hit him just so and: oh, yes, not quite classically handsome but, still, yes. With his dirty blonde hair blending into his dirty blond face and pale eyes, often when he appears onscreen he feels not all there. There is a soullessness to him, not evil but resigned.

Javier Bardem’s Silva, by contrast, is weighed down by his soul, his whole body lumbering with too much feeling. Bond and Silva mirror each other. They have the same hair/skin match, they have the same haunted sadness, and both
are incorrigible flirts. They are brothers from the same mother, born of MI6, raised by M, living their loyalty out painfully, to opposite extremes. Silva's visceral menace recalls that of The Spy Who Loved Me/Moonraker's Jaws. You see the effects of evil on his body, and the locus of his pain, when revealed, causes you to twist in your seat. Silva is a shapeshifting creature, playful in his guises, which seem to represent all of England's villains and victims. What’s scariest about him is that he is all England's fault.

There is an all-time high lack of trust in British institutions at present, through MPs fiddling expenses, coordinated sexual abuse by mainstream figures, systematic reporting and management errors at the BBC, to newspaper hacking scandals, failures of police duty at Hillsborough, and the continuation of wars in the Middle East. There is economic uncertainty as characterized by a double-dip recession and social instability exemplified by last year’s riots but felt acutely every day, in concerns over costs of living and welfare cuts. There is this overall doubt of England’s use as a nation, that it can no longer do any good for the people who live in it. England is slumped, hunched, stuck.There is an uncertainty about what its future holds. Ask an Englishman how he feels about England today, and in that passive-aggressive way that is all his, he’ll tell you: “Not too good.”

After Silva hacked the message "Think On Your Sins" into M's computer, I started to root for him. What if England thought on its sins? What if Bond died? Would that force a fundamental change in England's sadness? In its future? 
At the beginning of Skyfall Bond is presumed expired. Retirement for him is death, he merely tolerates it. When he returns to life, you consider this for the first time, distracted by the thought that he is weak enough to actually die. Other signs that point to death: A shoot out in a place of governance. Invoking of Tennyson. Retreating to Scotland. The detonation of Bond's childhood home. Here Bond is at his most fearful, his weakest, his wavering the highest acknowledgement of England's difficulties. But, of course you can't kill him, he is an idea more than a man. (I also wouldn't really want him dead. Who would I live my Englishness through?) So M dies, as a way of bearing responsibility for Silva, MI6, and England's sins. Her death shakes things up and then lands classic Bond players in place with new faces. Skyfall's end is preparation for a new beginning.

There is no real reckoning in Skyfall. There is Chicken Licken sadness, existential angst and death as a reset button. There is believing in the sky's collapse, waiting and wanting it to and feeling let down when it doesn’t. Which is to say that once you’ve been worked up for change, you only feel mad, bad, sad and at odds with the world when it doesn’t. There is an understanding of life as a sunrise, sunset endeavor, in which nothing holds you back, but nothing propels you forward either. There is Bond as England itself, and a journey that ends up back where it started. There is the threat and fear of threat. There is the sky that hangs perilously low but won't fall.

Sara Bivigou is a writer and acting teacher from London. She writes about British cinema, actor's faces, race, gender and all sorts of other things she can't control on her blog notgoing. You can follow her on Twitter here.

An Open Letter to America about the Central Park Five

An Open Letter to America about the Central Park Five

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Dear America,

Please watch this movie!

No, I'm just kidding.

But seriously, just watch it, would you?

It's in my nature to overanalyze and to equivocate, and to make light of the things that are most important to me, but sometimes even those who can close off their emotions with seemingly little effort come up against a force that moves us in strange and powerful ways. I saw The Central Park Five at the closing night of DOC NYC last night, and at the end, when the five men who'd been wrongfully convicted came up onto the stage, together in one place for the first time since that night in Central Park on April 19, 1989, I was choking back tears, and maybe all my perspective (too much fucking perspective) has gone out the window, but I think this is one of the most important films I've ever seen.

In April 1989, I was a senior at Bard College. It's funny, but back then, I thought of those teens arrested for the brutal assault and rape of the "Central Park Jogger" as kids. Now I can see that I wasn't that much older than they were. Me and my little circle of friends followed the news, and we knew something was wrong with this case. Gradually, news trickled out of overnight interrogations without counsel, of a timeline that didn't quite jibe with the kids' confessions, and of a total lack of physical evidence connecting any of the suspects with the crime (as if Hannibal Lecter had done it, and not a "wolf pack" of "wilding" teenage boys). The media coverage was mostly sensational, dehumanizing, and reprehensible.

I think I'd read about Donald Trump in Spy Magazine. Although he'd sounded like a classless, puffed-up buffoon, I had no reason to despise him. Now there I have many reasons, but the first was the series of full-page ads he took out in all the major newspapers in the city, calling for a re-instatement of the death penalty, specifically in reference to this case, in which the suspects were mostly juveniles, and which the crime was not even a capital one. Every time this man appears on TV or in a newspaper, I'm reminded of what a destructive, hateful fool he is. Dog the Bounty Hunter and Michael Richards had to publicly apologize for their racist outbursts, but if you're a certain type of racist, you get to keep your awful hit TV show and you can keep selling your cologne at Macy's.

In any case, me and my friends chatted and expressed our concerns, and we kept reading the paper and decrying the biased coverage, and then I was out of school and living in Manhattan, and the cases were going to trial, and like every middle-class (though descending) white person living here, my progressive ideals frequently abandoned me out on the street, when circumstance brought me out of the shocking homogeneity of the Upper East Side, and into an unfamiliar neighborhood, or when it was late and quiet and it was just me and a dark shape coming the opposite direction down the street, or when a pair of angry-looking eyes caught mine on the subway.

The first inkling of our shared humanity in the media coverage is there in this documentary, in that news footage of the grieving families leaving the courthouse. It's almost like the reporters feel compassion for them.

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In 1990, the case was decided, and all five of those kids went to jail. After the public outrage and handwringing died down, I moved on to other things. There was always plenty to be upset about, and the foul explosion of media coverage ebbed. Those kids and their families didn't move on, but we did.

But we were damaged, too. I know I was. I know I was afraid of that "wolfpack." I know that as rational as I could be about the facts of the case, on an emotional level, I was scared of those kids. I know that something was lost, or then again, something was not lost, our criminal justice system and our city was simply putting on display an ugliness that was always there. We punished those kids because the sense that we couldn't control them terrified us. We needed to be placated, and Linda Fairstein, the NYPD, and a credulous news media were eager to oblige.

And then, miraculously, after thirteen years, another man confessed to the crime, and DNA testing proved his guilt. Some had called it "the crime of the century," but when those convictions were finally vacated, I guess it just wasn't such an interesting story anymore. I remember seeing those news stories for a couple of days, and being shocked and horrified and angry all over again, but also feeling relieved. And Robert Morganthau's office acknowledged, finally, the discrepancies in the confessions that sent those kids to jail. And then it was like nothing had ever happened. It wasn't a story anymore.

It is now a story again, over a decade later, and nearly ten years into the civil suit filed by Antron McCray, Kevin Richardson, Korey Wise, Yusef Salaam, and Raymond Santana. It is a story again, and hopefully this time, it will get the attention it deserved, and for that I'm grateful to Sarah Burns, David McMahon, and Ken Burns. I knew a lot of the facts already, but their amazing, gut-wrenching movie still shook me. Hearing these men describe their personal experiences is a big part of it. Their lives were destroyed, irrevocably. McCray, who moved away to Maryland after being released from prison, and who only allowed the filmmakers to use his voice in the documentary, choked up tonight as he told the crowd, "I don't even go by 'Antron McCray' anymore." But there the five of them were, on the stage tonight, expressing their gratitude to the filmmakers and the audience, full of more grace and life than I would have thought possible.

nullAnd the documentary makes it very clear. We did this. Our beknighted city did this. We who represent the best, the most enlightened, the most tolerant place in our country, maybe in the world. We ruined these young lives and we have been affected by it, too, even if we don't realize or acknowledge it. It's not too late to learn from this, though. It's possible that I sound like a self-serious blowhard, but I don't really give a shit. I urge you to see this film. Support justice and restitution for these men. I resolve to examine and challenge the assumptions I make about other people every day in this great city.

Josh Ralske has written on film, television, and theater for The New York Resident, Muze, All Movie Guide, and other outlets, and is a longstanding member of the Online Film Critics Society. He once co-wrote a screenplay for a mockumentary seen by thousands of Red Sox fans, and he co-produced a documentary series about happiness, of all things, for Rhode Island PBS. He has also programmed and curated several film series in New York and elsewhere.

VIDEO ESSAY: Out of Bounds – Making Football Movies Outside the NFL

VIDEO ESSAY: Out of Bounds – Making Football Movies Outside the NFL

What would the NFL be today without NFL Films? Now in its 50th year, NFL Films took a professional pastime and ascended it into the realm of legendary drama. Developed by such promethean talents as producers Ed and Steve Sabol and narrator John Facenda, NFL Films imbued the gridiron game with the powers of cinematic storytelling, divine narration, intimate field footage, and production values of the highest order. NFL Films has been called "the greatest PR machine in professional sports history, one that could make even a tedious stalemate seem as momentous as the battle of the Alamo." (Matt Zoller Seitz, Salon)

But if you stripped away the glamour and polish of these productions, what would a football movie look like, and what interest would it hold?

One might find an answer in the acclaimed documentary Harvard Beats Yale 29-29. The film revisits one of the most thrilling college games ever played, back when Yale was a nationally ranked team, facing off against underdog and archrival Harvard. It's a modest production that lacks the dramatic music, voice of god narration or high quality game footage you'd expect of a sports movie. Instead, it simply interviews the game’s players. One of them happens to be Tommy Lee Jones, who played guard on the Harvard team. But the Oscar winning actor is upstaged by his teammates and foes, who vividly recall every moment and how it would shape their character for a lifetime. What emerges is how one game of football changed its players from within, throwing them into a moment much larger than themselves and making them into men.

But another film, Blood Equity, shows the unmaking of men through the long-term effects of professional football. The film exposes the preponderance of mental and physical illnesses plaguing retired NFL players, as well as the resistance of the NFL Players Union to compensate these injuries. The film is produced by NFL veteran Roman Phifer but without the support of the league, which meant that he couldn’t use any footage of NFL games. With those glamorous scenes left on the sidelines, what we see instead are ex-superstars reduced to shells of their former selves: Hall of Fame players descending into dementia, unable to recall their past exploits or even recognize their own families. It’s a side of the game that the NFL doesn’t want you to see, though they spotlight and even glorify its causes every Sunday. A film like Blood Equity forces us to confront head on the seductive aura of professional football and what human value we truly hold for the men who play it.

Originally published on Fandor Keyframe.

Kevin B. Lee is Editor in Chief of IndieWire’s PressPlay Video Blog, Video Essayist for Fandor’s Keyframe, and a contributor to Roger Ebert.com. Follow him on Twitter.

VIDEO ESSAY: BEAVER’S LODGE: THE BAD AND THE BEAUTIFUL (1952)

VIDEO ESSAY: BEAVER’S LODGE: THE BAD AND THE BEAUTIFUL (1952)

This is the sixth installment of BEAVER'S LODGE, a series of video essays narrated by actor Jim Beaver which will offer critical takes on some of Beaver's favorite films. Jim Beaver is an actor, playwright, and film historian. Best known as Ellsworth on HBO’s Emmy-award winning series DEADWOOD and as Bobby Singer on SUPERNATURAL, he has also starred in such series as HARPER'S ISLAND, JOHN FROM CINCINNATI, and THUNDER ALLEY and appeared in nearly forty motion pictures. You can follow Jim on Twitter.

Reckoned by many to be one of the best films about Hollywood, The Bad and the Beautiful is pungent and occasionally acidic, and at the time of its release a clear sign that things were changing in the movie capital. Even one or two years previously it would have been unimaginable for a major studio to release a film quite as disparaging of the people at the top of the heap in movie making.

Of course, sixty years have passed since this film, and much, much more biting and bitter films have been made about the way movies are created. But within the context of its time, and for the quality of its writing and much of its acting, The Bad and the Beautiful is a notable film. I don't find it as compelling as some do, but it's a very entertaining film. In many details it does not match how films are made (at least today), but in essence, in spirit, much of what is at play in this film is still a ripe part of Hollywood today.

Kirk Douglas is Jonathan Shields, a charismatic but unscrupulous producer who has burned every bridge he ever crossed. He asks three former colleagues/friends to put aside their spite for him and help him launch a new film. As the three consider the proposition, we are presented the stories of their individual pasts with Douglas's character. Barry Sullivan is a writer-director whose dream project was taken away from him by his friend Shields. Lana Turner is the alcoholic daughter of a famed actor (read Diana Barrymore and John Barrymore), who is romanced by Shields only in order to get from her what he wants to advance his career. Dick Powell is a novelist whom Shields drags to Hollywood and tragedy. Douglas and Powell, in particular, are good, giving broad and quiet performances, respectively, that are quite true to the types they embody. Gloria Grahame, an actress I like a lot, won an Oscar as Powell's southern-belle wife, though this is scarcely her best performance and her "southern" accent is almost more bull than belle.

Director Vincent Minnelli and Oscar-winning screenwriter Charles Schnee do a very good job with this drama, and the score and photography are rich. The Bad and the Beautiful has lost some of its steel over the years, but it's a very good movie that suggests that there are a lot of people in Hollywood who are either bad or beautiful, or both. That's an over-simple generalization, but it makes for an effective movie.
 

Could There Be a Truly Gay-Friendly James Bond?

Could There Be a Truly Gay-Friendly James Bond?

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The James Bond series, now celebrating its 50th anniversary, has long been alienating to viewers who aren’t straight white men. Often, the much-celebrated Sean Connery vehicles of the ‘60s now come across as the white British equivalent of Rick Ross’ materialistic hip-hop videos, in which the rapper pours champagne in mansions while women in bikinis dance. The series descended into self-parody once Roger Moore took over Bond’s role, and it seemed to lose its way after Timothy Dalton and Pierce Brosnan, in turn, took his place. Yet the series has considerable legs, and it’s remained commercially potent—with all entries adjusted for inflation, Casino Royale is the third most popular Bond film ever. 

It would be unimaginable for James Bond to take a male lover. Nevertheless, some of the recent James Bond films have suggested that someday he might, with kinky homoerotic torture or interrogation scenes. With Casino Royale, the series seemed interested in reaching a female and gay male audience, toning down its customary misogyny and offering up an iconic image of Daniel Craig, in his first role as 007, emerging from the sea clad only in tight briefs. Comparing the recent films to the ‘60s films reveals a lot about changing public attitudes towards masculinity, as well as what phobias have persisted, and how these attitudes survive in film.

The ‘60s Bond films take it for granted that Bond will sleep with every attractive woman he meets, although they tend to elide the exact details of Bond’s sex life. There’s also a tinge of Orientalism to them. From Russia With Love takes place in Istanbul, and You Only Live Twice in Japan. If they offer the heterosexual male spectator the pleasure of gazing at beautiful women, they also give him the opportunity to gaze at distant locales. The two are often linked. Invited to a Roma gathering in Istanbul in From Russia With Love, Bond witnesses a catfight between two women and then gets the chance to sleep with the local patriarch’s daughters. For Bond, travel usually means the chance to sleep with Eastern European, Middle Eastern or Asian women. This is just as true of Skyfall, the series’ latest installment, as the Connery-era films. Orientalism sometimes spills over into overt racism, as in the clueless use of yellowface in You Only Live Twice. If Idris Elba eventually takes over the role from Craig, as has been widely rumored, it would be interesting to see how a black Bond’s sex life plays out and whether it will dodge the stereotypes that may come with this casting.  

From Russia With Love revolves around a female Russian spy, Tatiana (Daniela Bianchi), who defects to the West and brings a cryptographic machine with her. Unbeknownst to her, she’s being manipulated by the evil SPECTRE. While she takes action in leaving Russia, most of the film presents her as a passive sex object. To be fair, From Russia With Love depicts Connery with his shirt off, frequently, but he also gets to kick ass. Meanwhile, Tatiana is passed-out during a big action scene on the Orient Express. Only when fighting a betrayal by another woman in defense of Bond does she come to life.  

Ian Fleming’s novels and the ‘60s Bond films have inspired a counter-canon of parodies, novels, and films purporting to show what it’s really like to be a spy. John le Carré’s whole body of work emphasizes the gray bureaucracy of espionage, with little sex and deglamorized violence. As early as the mid ‘60s, Joseph Losey’s Modesty Blaise mocked the Bond films, paving the way for Austin Powers and the TV show Archer. Amateur fan fiction writers have explored the homoerotic undercurrents of Quantum of Solace and Casino Royale; the presence of an overtly gay character in Skyfall, even if he’s the villain, is bound to be the jump-off for new stories. The Skyfall-inspired story Tomorrow Is Another Day, for instance, brings back a character from Casino Royale to express the author's disappointment at his disappearance from the films.

Skyfall cuts from an explosion to its sole sex scene, as Bond makes out with an anonymous woman while hiding out in an unidentified tropical location.  Bond will go on to join another woman in the shower, but given the constraints of the PG-13 rating, neither encounter is very explicit. Even so, the film’s libido lags. Bond constantly flirts with his driver and assistant, Eve (Naomie Harris), but nothing consequential comes of it. The two women Bond sleeps with may be disposable, but the film doesn’t degrade them. They’re just not very important . 

The Bond films are continuing to send mixed messages to gay spectators. Skyfall is full of images of a shirtless Craig, just as the ‘60s films often stripped Connery to the waist. Nevertheless, it’s hardly accepting of a gay male gaze upon his body. Expanding upon the genital torture scene from Casino Royale, Skyfall has its villain, Silva (Javier Bardem), tie Bond up and proceed to feel him up. All the while, the two men exchange suggestive banter, with Bond even suggesting that he’s had gay sex before. With his hair dyed blonde and a colorful wardrobe, Silva looks stereotypically gay.  However, it’s too bad that Skyfall can’t conjure up homoeroticism without the presence of homophobia to balance it out.  If there’s anything progressive in the film, it lies in the relationship between M (Judi Dench) and Bond. At length, Skyfall explores platonic friendship between men and women, a kind of bond, so to speak, many people don’t even think exists.

In many respects, the ‘60s and ‘present-day Bond films don’t seem so different. Both are willing to show Bond as a fetish object, but only on his own terms. He gets to be a stud, while most of the women he sleeps with are cast aside. But over the years, there’s been a decreasing emphasis on Bond’s womanizing and an expanded role for some of the women he works with. A character like the M of Skyfall would be out of place in Goldfinger or From Russia With Love. Still, in some ways, the Bond films remain as old-fashioned as ever. A queer Bond is obviously never going to appear. Is an unambiguously gay-friendly Bond too much to ask for? 

Steven Erickson is a writer and filmmaker based in New York. He has published in newspapers and websites across America, including The Village Voice, Gay City News, The Atlantic, Salon, indieWIRE, The Nashville Scene, Studio Daily and many others. His most recent film is the 2009 short Squawk.

Animating with Live Action Footage

Animating with Live Action Footage

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Animating with Live Action Footage

This is the final entry in a series of six essays based on the list of “250 Great Animated Short Films,” recently published here at Press Play.  These six essays are celebrating the inspiration behind some of these films; a complementary series of 20 essays on my cultural history blog, 21 Essays, focuses on common themes.

First, a memory which has been seared into my brain:  It’s 1973 and my cousin and I are alone in the house, obsessively playing and replaying the last minute of the Beatles’ “I Am the Walrus” backwards on a cheap plastic portable turntable. And I’m getting seriously creeped out.

“I Am the Walrus” is weird enough played forward, with that strange background voice muttering “Bury me . . . bury my body” behind the chanting chorus.  But we were on a mission to uncover further secrets. With my index finger, I revolved the record backward on the turntable, attempting to maintain an even speed. Strange sounds issued from the speaker and we eagerly bent forward to decipher any cryptic clues that might emerge, searching for revelation though the noise and murk.

Play it backwards, slow it down, speed it up, bounce the needle, scrape it against the groove. This was Dada-esque work—an accidental premonition of the hip-hop sampling to come, or today’s mashups. But we weren’t in this for light entertainment. We were descending into darkness in a search for truth—and descents into that kind of darkness are memorably scary.

The Austrian filmmaker Peter Tscherkassky makes films that revive that decades-old feeling of dread in me.  In 1998, Tscherkassky took a strip of film from the Lumieres’ 1895 L’arrivée d’un train en gare de La Ciotat into his darkroom to create L’Arrivee.  The following year, he took a strip of footage from Sidney J. Furie’s The Entity (1981) and created Outer Space.  Tscherkassky treats these films the way I once treated that Beatles album—he uses every darkroom technique at his disposal to plumb their depths.  I like to think that he’s scratching the same itch that drove our obsession with “I Am the Walrus.” His unsettling transformations suggest there may be another primal level of meaning behind film images… and that intimates the possibility of further primal levels of meaning behind all life experiences.  If we could only dare to peer a little deeper into the darkness, the meaning of it all might become clearer.

In his CinemaScope Trilogy (comprising the three shorts L’Arrivée, Outer Space, and Dream Work), Tscherkassky takes strips of found film and photo-chemically pushes their images to their limits… and then a bit further. At first, images appear relatively ordinary and familiar, but then they shift into a dream logic that may unexpectedly repeat or dissolve an action, sometimes overlaying image upon image and spraying them with strobe-like effects. In both Outer Space and Dream Work (2003), the processing reaches heights so extreme that it triggers on-screen cinematic freakouts, in which the films themselves tear loose from their sprockets and the images melt on the screen.

Each of the movies in Tscherkassky’s CinemaScope Trilogy is—in part—a film about film. In Dream Work, we even glimpse the filmmaker’s hands as he arranges the images.  This approach uncomfortably reveals a level of sadistic manipulation present in many standard Hollywood images, even as it ups the ante.  As Press Play editor Kevin B. Lee once commented, there’s not much difference between the aggression shown toward Daffy Duck in Chuck Jones’ classic Duck Amuck (1953) and the claustrophobic menace that envelopes Barbara Hershey’s character in Outer Space.

While Tscherkassky’s films create strange new contexts for conventional movie images, his fellow Austrian filmmaker Virgil Widrich has located his radical film experiments within classically-shaped narratives.  In assembling our list of 250 great animated short films, our panel selected Widrich’s rip-roaring Fast Film for inclusion. In just 14 minutes, Widrich folds, spinkles, and mutilates approximately 400 classic film clips, sending them careening through a generic Hollywood plot at warp speed. In this breathless context, traditional Hollywood filmmaking is simultaneously celebrated and revealed as banal. And, curiously, a new delirious beauty emerges from the cacophony.  It’s a film for move buffs to treasure.

Admittedly, I opened the door to including Tscherkassky’s and Widrich’s films when I ruled early in our selection process that Norman McLaren’s Neighbours (1952) and Pas de deux (1968) were eligible. Widely recognized as one of the great innovative geniuses of 20th century animation, Scottish-born Canadian animator Norman McLaren (1914-1987) forever muddied the waters that separated classic animation from live action film.  After mastering traditional animation in the 1930s and 1940s, McLaren began experimenting with hybrid forms that combined live action with animation and extreme photographic effects including variable speed photography, stop-frame techniques, negative images, and multiple exposures. A consummate artist, he used these techniques to create an astounding range of work, from the savage political satire of Neighbours to the hallucinatory beauty of his short ballet films.

McLaren is represented by three films on our list:  the fully-animated Begone Dull Care (1949) and the hybrids Neighbours and Pas de deux. Created for the National Film Board of Canada (one of the world’s great producers of animated short films), Pas de deux takes the techniques that McLaren used to disturbing effect in Neighbours and employs them instead to explore beauty in motion. Ballet dancers Margaret Mercier and Vincent Warren perform a classic pas de deux captured on live action film, with their movements then transformed into something close to abstraction through McLaren’s lyric multiple exposures and stop-frame techniques. The result is a remarkable visual essay on human movement, exquisitely choreographed and vibrantly sensual.

Pas de deux by Norman McLaren, National Film Board of Canada

In creating our list of 250 great animated short films, our definition of animation was stretched near the breaking point by consideration of films like Dream Work, Fast Film, and Pas de deux.  I’m proud that they’re on the list, even as I admit a lingering doubt that the Tscherkassky and McLaren films legitimately qualify.  But even if the latter two films fall outside some definitions of classic animation, they surely reside on an exciting borderline frontier between animation and live action.  I tend to like the borderlines.  No one plays it safe on the frontiers.

Lee Price is the Director of Development at the Conservation Center for Art and Historic Artifacts (Philadelphia, PA). In addition, he writes a popular fundraising column for Public Libraries, writes a tourism/history blog called "Tour America's Treasures," and recently concluded two limited-duration blogs, "June and Art" and "Preserving a Family Collection."

VIDEO ESSAY: The Miike Mutations

VIDEO ESSAY: The Miike Mutations

With Takashi Miike's new film Lesson of the Evil blasting through the Roma International Film Festival, here's a video essay look at some of his past work, focusing on his consistent pattern of using existing material from a stunning variety of sources (manga, video games, theater) as a springboard for his innovative filmmaking. Lesson of Evil is just the latest instance of his "adapt or die" approach, being based on a bestselling novel. 

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As revelatory as it is revolting, Ichi the Killer is hailed by some as one of the most original action films of our time, depicting moments of mayhem that other movies couldn’t imagine in their worst nightmares. But to call this film original misrepresents a key point—it is actually an adaptation of a Japanese manga by Hideo Yamamoto, one filled from cover to cover with creative acts of violence that are fairly commonplace in Japanese graphic art, but almost inconceivable as live action. That is until Takashi Miike rose to the challenge to bring these crazed visions to the screen, putting his own creativity to the test in pushing cinema to the limits of what it can show and what the audience can endure.

Adapting works from other media is a recurring springboard for Miike’s creative leaps, mutating them into his own unique works. Yakuza: Like a Dragon reworks a highly popular video game, transposing the game’s iconic characters to the screen, and choreographing its battles in game-like fashion. At the same time the movie works against the game’s linear storyline, adding digressions and subplots to weave a multi-player network of chance encounters and outcomes.  Miike may take inspiration from the video game, but he’s after more than just a faithful translation to screen.

He takes the same approach in directing his first major stage production, Demon Pond. Working on an oversized stage that dwarfs his actors, suggesting a vast space of possibilities, Miike takes this 92-year-old play as a template to mix different elements: traditional Noh and Kabuki theater with improvisation and Western dramatic techniques. He also breaks from his violent habits: unlike his more popular yakuza gangster flicks, there’s just a single act of bloodshed, whose impact registers as profoundly as any violence inflicted in his films. Written by Izumi Kyoka, a 20th-century master of the grotesque and the fantastic, the play is a magical world where sea creatures can talk and conspire against humans and a petulant goddess is a slave to the mortals. Adapting this play may be Miike’s way of linking to Kyoka’s legacy of limitless imagination.

But Miike doesn’t always need existing source material to be creative, though it helps to have a strong script. One of Miike’s best screenwriters, Sakichi Sato, adapted Ichi the Killer and wrote Gozu, one of Miike’s most surreal and hilarious works—the following are spoilers but they only make up half of this menagerie of weirdness. It features a hapless gangster who kills his own boss only to meet him later reincarnated as a woman. He also gets kissed by a cow-headed man, is seduced by a kindly innkeeper who makes her own milk, and runs into Sato himself as a cross-dressing waiter (Sato was also the waiter named Charlie Brown in Kill Bill). It’s a mindbending psychosexual odyssey with the biggest revelation emerging from a pair of designer red panties—the birthplace of Miike’s ultimate mutation, his filmmaking once again renewing itself.

Originally published on Fandor.

Kevin B. Lee is Editor in Chief of IndieWire’s PressPlay Video Blog, Founding Editor and Video Essayist for Fandor’s Keyframe, and a contributor to Roger Ebert.com. Follow him on Twitter.

VIDEO: Will Abraham Lincoln Pull a “Spielberg Face?”

VIDEO: Will Abraham Lincoln Pull a “Spielberg Face?”

With Steven Spielberg's highly anticipated Lincoln opening this weekend, it's a fitting occasion to revisit this viral video essay by Press Play's editor Kevin B. Lee. Let's start placing odds: how many Spielberg Faces will Daniel Day-Lewis pull as Honest Abe?