This holiday season has just begun and it already has me teary-eyed at the thought of a friend and how much friendships mean to me.
This is partly due to the deaths of several precious friends whom I miss terribly right about now, and not only because they are no longer around to complain to about the holidays this year.
I promise the whole post will not be like this! I swear!
It is also due to a pair of screen stories I’ve seen in the last week where the friend in the story touched me deeply and, well, meant everything.
The first is the uncluttered, focused honesty of Jodie Foster as Bonnie Stoll, “best friend” to iconic marathon swimming champion Diana Nyad in the just released Netflix biopic, Nyad.
Fierce
Annette Bening is more than convincing in the title role (Note: She brutally trained a full year as a swimmer and it shows) but it is Foster’s performance that gives the film its true heart and meaning.
Nyad is the star (Note: In this case, athlete), a difficult, unsentimental and tunnel-visioned success story that makes the headlines and gets the lion share of the credit. Yet what we get to see in this movie is just how much her best friend and briefly former “girlfriend” enabled the impossibly obstinate Nyad to live the kind of life she longed for both professionally and personally.
As her coach and closest confidante for decades, it is Bonnie’s loving, no-fuss determined dedication that allows Nyad, then in her early sixties, to actually fulfill her lifelong dream to become the first person in the world to swim from Cuba to Florida.
Cuz ya gotta have friends!
This, of course, makes it sound like a typical inspiration sports film and, in some ways, it is. Except, by the end, when it isn’t that at all.
See, at most Nyad is a well-structured, competent sports drama that hits the requisite beats one would expect.
But what makes it truly worth watching is the often-unexplored relationship between two people, in this case two gay women, who briefly dated years ago and have now become family.
Not just a Vin Diesel catchphrase
They introduce themselves to others as mere best friends, a phrase that means quite a bit on its own but is woefully lacking when it comes to these two. And yet this is true and has also been said for many close friendships we have all seen over the years and/or perhaps have experienced for ourselves.
Still, without Bonnie there would be no Nyad and without Diana Nyad there would be no way Bonnie would likely have ever experienced the adventurous highs and intense emotional peaks and even valleys that gave her life meaning and made her feel most alive.
It’s not the typical paradigm of athlete-trainer, mentor-star. It is the unnaturally natural connection of two people that society still doesn’t have the proper term for that is the real story, the one that provides this film its principle drive and certainly that which gives it its primary power.
To better storytelling!
Not surprisingly, it is the relationship between two gay men over thirty plus years in the Showtime limited series, Fellow Travelers, that also touches me so deep to my core that at times I need to either look away, put it on pause to do some laundry or simply stick it out and let the feelings unshake memories I’ve chosen to keep pretty deeply buried for fear of the pain they would unleash (Note: Except, of course, with a therapist present).
Based on the best-selling novel, the eight, hour-long episodes of Fellow Travelers (Note: At this writing just the first five have aired) expands the scope of the fictional Hawk and Tim (aka Skippy) “love” story beyond the lavender scare of the 1950s, when gay people in Washington, D.C. were hunted down, outed and, in turn, had their lives destroyed, through the gay liberation of the late 1960s and 1970s and well into the AIDS-era death march radicalism of the mid-1980s.
See I promised you I’d watch it!
In so many ways the slightly older, certainly more experienced and handsomely sophisticated Hawk is the love of his younger, at one time lover Tim’s life. Nevertheless, what they have is not so much a messy, decades-long, on and off again affair, but an epic, non-traditional, boundary-crossing friendship that explodes far beyond the limitations of romance.
Again, it seems to sell their relationship short to call it a mere friendship but it also sells it even shorter to classify it as a long-term functionally dysfunctional tragic love story. Instead, what they have is a messy, magnetic, invisible to the naked eye connection that seems to have no restrictions and yet far too many limits.
It’s more than just this
In that way, Fellow Travelers succeeds not so much as a historical chronicle of gay history and the gay people that lived it (Note: Though it has its moments) but as the uncomfortable, deeply human representation of how much and how little two people can bring to each other despite, or because, of how much they feel.
This is in no small part due to the on-screen chemistry between out actors Matt Bomer (Hawk) and Jonathan Bailey (Tim). No, you don’t have to be gay in real life to play gay men over these four key decades but, my gosh, it helps. This is especially the case when it comes to the frankly provocative and always quite truthful sex scenes. Not to mention what is not said in the moments right before and right after.
Full confession: I saw so much of my younger self in the naïve, trusting Tim and too much of the impossibly charismatic, seductive Hawk in any number of dear, long gone lovers, crushes and closely observed acquaintances. This has made me mostly adore the characters, frequently hate their actions and yet allowed me to always deeply understand how they do so much that is right and just as much that is always and utterly just so hopelessly wrong.
The show is definitely pulling me in
It’s a relationship that creates its own rules and then defies them. So much more than friends, and yet, they sometimes don’t even seem to be that. Certainly, they are not the equivalent of any long-term married or unmarried couple we’ve ever seen.
But what they are to me, and I suspect many others, is a touchstone to every wrong move we’ve ever made, every right move that didn’t work out and every random act any of us ever took that provided an unexpected, perfect outcome we could never have anticipated.
In short, a couple that you can’t help but feel, in more ways than you can count.
Lance. Jodie. Manti Te’o. What are we to do about you? You thrill us. Then you disappoint us. Then you thrill us again. And then you drop us down even further. Have a heart. And just be real.
Of course, that’s exactly what we DON’T want you to do, despite what we say. We’re like a put upon boyfriend or girlfriend who begs their untrustworthy mate to be honest and then, when faced with their true self, angrily throws the book at them along with the front door and whatever else we can grab. And since I have been in this position at least once in my life I can honestly testify to the truth of this action. This is not to say that I wanted to NOT know the truth and to remain living in the lie. It’s more – I wanted confirmation that the person who I loved was, indeed, the person I thought that I had chosen to love, rather than who they really were.
This is unfair and does not make for good relationships. But it is what hero worship is about. And that’s what we’re talkin’ here. Or maybe it’s a potential reality show called Heroes: Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.
Yes, the latter is more like it. That avoids words like lies and truth and anything in between. Because once you go there you get into very murky territory (as the military can tell you). There’s a reason why despite all the remakes and sequels you will only learn so much about Batman, Superman, Spiderman or even our much-maligned Cat Woman, eventhoughyou’re sure you know everything. But they are fictional creations where filmmakers (or other makers) are in control, and every really great creative artist knows better than to tell-all.
On second thought, this cape ain’t so easy
However, this is not the case in our current age of mass celebritydom, which can be confirmed by watching any one of a parade of B-stars on reruns of Celebrity Fit Club or Celebrity Rehab withDr. Drew. You will find out and/or see more than you ever wanted to realize about recognizable names like Sean Young, Brigitte Nielson and Jeff Conaway (RIP) and be none the better for it. Nor, will they. In fact, though a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing, in some public cases it will, indeed, work quite nicely.
Which brings us back to this week’s live celebrity superheroes and the people who love them (the latter of whom would be us). We’ve had quite a week. And it’s hard to know where to start. But I say, let’s go for the gusto.
THE LANCEMAN
There was something about watching (now former) seven time Tour de France champion cyclist Lance Armstrong confessing his lies about a long history of illegally drugging his body to celebritydom’s mother confessor Oprah on international television that was the worst kind of cliché. And yet, it was fascinating and riveting and featured two superheroes – one at the height of their super-powers (Oprah) and the other forced into an arena stripped of everything that once made them the most formidable force on the planet. Imagine Christian Bale’s Batman in the black suit and with full arsenal (Oprah) fighting a Tobey Maguire Spiderman (the Lanceman) with zero accessibility to anything Web-based (a daunting task for any of us these days.. oh and pun intended) and you can sort of get the picture.
Not a good look
Lance is a survivor of stage-three cancer whose name has raised mega-millions of dollars for a cancer education and prevention organization called Livestrong that has helped untold numbers of people psychologically, financially and even physically. For those reasons alone, he will always be somewhat okay in my book. But I’m not a sports fan and after a lifetime in the entertainment industry I know that no one – not one person – that you know from their public image is ever, ever, ever giving you the full truth of all that they are. In fact, often they are disappointing in real life simply because as mere mortals they can NEVER live up to the carefully constructed image of what they are resonating in the zeitgeist.
Nor, if they want to survive, should they. Because if all is exposed then nothing is protected. And with more than 7 billion people in the world, that makes you a pretty easy target.
The problem for Lance Armstrong is two fold. One is the boldness of the lie upon lie and the other is the denial of such once he was caught. Though he operated in a haze of credibility for years, he and Oprah pretty much acknowledged that had he not tried to make his last big comeback in the last decade he might have “gotten away with” all of his previous wins and no one would have ever been the wiser. Yet the truth – as anyone who has really known a celebrity can testify to – is that it takes a real-life superhero to walk away from that status (and those are rare, if they exist at all). I mean, once you’re a god with all of the perks it affords, you begin to believe you ARE a god so why would you ever want to be simply human again??? For love? For sanity? For…humility? Are you kidding????
Yet this activity also fostered The Lanceman’s escalating denials – which proved to be his version of Kryptonite. There was no way he could stay in the game without upping his vitriolic disownment of the real truth. And every time he did this, he got more famous (or infamous) and further away from reality, thus making his superhero achievements even bigger and more open to public consumption than they ever were. Consequently, the perch from where he would inevitably fall grew higher and higher – prompting some to dub him the “biggest liar” in the history of sports or, perhaps, humankind.
Thanks Lance!
The latter hardly seems fair or true, though certainly those are not adjectives to be applied in this kind of discussion. Yes, we know he was a bully who took down other people in his way. And uh huh, we acknowledge he ripped off his competitors and the organizations that touted him by his “lies” and “win at any cost” strategies. But worst of all – he’s proven to us that rather than embody a superhuman version of the good part of the human spirit, he’s merely the man behind the curtain posing as The Wizard Of Oz – a man who in real life is equal parts great and awful — a reflection of the best and the worst of our qualities. Quelle Suprise.
JODIE POSSIBLE
There are very few 50 year-old movie stars who have been in the business for 47 years, won two best actress Oscars, directed three feature films and still find time to raise two seemingly very well-adjusted children. In fact, I can’t think of one — except Jodie Foster.
Then it shouldn’t be surprising that in recapping to us highlights of her life in a slightly odd, slightly rambling stream of consciousness speech while accepting a lifetime achievement award at this year’s Golden Globes, that she drew so much attention, concern, praise and vitriol – the kind usually reserved for some sort of superhero (or perhaps villain, depending on where one stands). Being exceptional and famous and on television can do this because you can never please everyone by being exactly and totally who you are in public.
If Ms. Foster were to have a superhero name I vote for Jodie Possible, after the TV cartoon heroine Kim Possible – because a) we know the likelihood of childhood star human survival to age 50 b)we know the likelihood of leading movie actress industry survival to age 50 and c)we know the likelihood of sanity and so many other forms of survival that seem to actually make Jodie IMpossible.
But what has not been traditionally super heroic to the mainstream (up until maybe this year?) for Ms. Foster is the fact that she is gay, or to put it even more precisely, a lesbian – two words she managed to clearly avoid yet more than hint at in the seven minute acceptance speech heard round the world. Ironically, that is part of what made her a bit of a superhero to me up until that night – the fact that she has lived her own sort of life all these years with intelligence and grace, often out of the spotlight yet hiding in plain sight of anyone who has driven through the hills and valleys of southern California.
Amazingly the conversation the next day was not about her arms…
So why is it that Jodie Possible’s speech, tinged with a tone of arch, dare I say it, anger, left me and a significant portion of others – confused, upset, disappointed and, dare I say it…pissed off? Why was she now so suddenly upset about celebrity culture when for years she wisely chose to ride above (or below) it? At a time when there are numerous out gay celebrities in 2013, why was she cryptically addressing her ex-female lover and personal life in odd language that implied some sort of public persecution for years by evil onlookers? Especially when today most people no longer care what she does in bed or are willing to give her a pass for secrecy because a crazed would-be assassin named John Hinckley famously said he was trying to prove his love for her when he shot some bullets at Pres. Ronald Reagan in the eighties?
The whole seven-minute speech was strange and uncomfortable in a way we weren’t used to from the public superhero named Jodie. What it also seemed to be was – honest. Sort of like when Tom Cruise went on Today and eschewed all of psychiatry to Matt Lauer, or spoke condescendingly about non-Scientologists on a famous You Tube tape espousing the superiority of all those in the upper echelons of his adopted religion.
In full disclosure, I’ve briefly met JF several times in passing (not making passes!) over the decades (once when she was a teenager and several more times as an adult) and have always found her to be nice, smart, classy and more normal than any 50 year-old former child star/still movie star should humanly be. This is why I was so taken aback by a side of her on television that I had never seen publicly or privately. Why so edgy? Why that look in her eye that implied she was capable of saying something she could never take back or, worse, something we could never forget or forgive her for? Well, why not? Why couldn’t she do all of those things and what difference does it make that she’s confused and disappointed me by not being Jodie Possible this one time? Unless, of course, this is who she really is and all of the other times on screen and the handful in person were just….acting. Which would mean, I’ve been duped. And – we (I?) don’t like that. Especially from superheroes we look up to.
Not to mention that these are her sidekicks
But aside from all that fancy reasoning, here’s the one thing her speech really did teach me – all actors, even the really good ones – need writers. And I’m more than comfortable living with that.
THE MASK OF MANTI TE’O
quite literally, the masked man
This story is still unfolding and is still thoroughly confusing. To paraphrase the famous line from that classic hero worship film Love Story – what can you say about a 24-year-old college football player who was runner up for the coveted Heisman trophy, led his team to record victories weeks after enduring the gruesome deaths of his beloved grandmother and girlfriend on the same day, and won the heart of the sports world for doing so? That you loved him? That you looked up to him? Or — that he’s a pretty big liar and now you’re a pretty big jerk with egg on your face?
Note: The Love Story tag line, for those of you under 50
“What can you say about a 25 year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved, Mozart and Bach,, the Beatles and………me?”
It appears that part of Manti Te’o’s aura is not just that he is a very good college linebacker (now turned pro, with an agent) who performed exceptionally well in a specific period of time, but that he did so against emotional odds heavy enough to inspire at least one or two after school specials or network TV movies if the industry still made them with the same amount of frequency they did in years past.
So imagine everyone’s outrage when it was unearthed this week that Manti’s (or Mr. Te’O – we haven’t been introduced) relationship with his girlfriend was not only an online “romance” with someone he never met despite all implications otherwise, but that she did not even exist in real life and that he was the victim of what he and his coaches claim was an elaborate internet hoax perpetrated on a naïve and purely trusting soul. So, you mean…he merely helped win all those games when just his beloved grandma was dying??? Well…I’m not sure if that counts at all….
What people say they are angry about in this case is not so much the reality but the deception and downgrading of the myth. Forget the fact that this guy can play football, but how dare he make up a girl who never existed, even if he didn’t know she existed at all!! And if he was in on it and was using the story of the death of this girl to make his achievements even more spectacular – well, that’s really despicable. I mean, it’s one thing to do that in a reality TV show (which everyone knows isn’t fact – or do they?) but this is real life.
Are you sure we’re not watching The Bachelor?
Some people posit that there might be some compelling reasons for the fictional girlfriend who then died. The most popular of these is that Manti Te’O, a devout Hawaiian Mormon, is secretly gay and wanted to hide his private life because it goes against both his religions — those being both the Mormon faith and football. Well, I have no idea if this is true but here’s a thought – in the scope and meaning of life as it exists in 2013 – who really cares?
We need to grow up and know that in reality heroic human achievements are never done by superheroes. Translation: If someone’s story sounds too good and looks too good – usually it is too good. I learned this the hard way once when a bad movie deal that I desperately wanted to believe in went horribly bad. But we need to know it today in real life — which sports and the movies we watch are not. Not nearly. Not even close.