Commercialism

Super Bowl Sunday means a lot to a lot of people.   Especially the American people. 

We can opine on why football has managed to supplant baseball as our national pastime or discuss how one single game of the sport has become a cultural and television phenomenon across the country, often far outdistancing the single day viewership of anything else on television – or anywhere.

But the result will be the same.

It is and it does.

I get it

And I say this as a boy who was weaned on and obsessed with a different sporting event that, at the time, was THE other big, dependable cultural and ratings touchstone – the Oscars.

Yeah, if you’re over 50 and, um, artistic, you’ll know what I mean. 

Ah, yes, we know.

And if you’re Gen X or under you are now rolling your eyes.

Or continuing to roll them even faster because you don’t watch anything on “TV” anymore.

Nevertheless,  just know the 9-year-old inside me still distinctly remembers the thrill of Julie Andrews’ 1965 best actress Oscar win for Mary Poppins and totally missed Vince Lombardi’s Green Bay Packers’ 23-12 Super Bowl victory over the Cleveland Browns that year (Note: I googled it) AS WELL AS Cleveland running back Jim Brown being awarded NFL’s MVP award for his performance in that game (Note: Googled that one, too).

I could even tell you who presented Julie with her Academy Award and what she wore that evening WITHOUT googling it but that would be overkill.

Sidney Poitier and a long gown, gloves and a huge sparkling necklace

Such is the case with the details of yearly cultural phenomenons so many of us look forward to and become obsessed with over our lifetimes.

The Oscars grew from honoring mere movie excellence to watching the unfolding of a series of American success stories that also encompassed fashion, fame, glamour and lots and lots of money.

The Super Bowl began as a way to determine the top dog in football and also grew to symbolize American excellence, as well as its own kind of fame, glamour and, yes, fashion, as well as many, many, MANY bucket loads of money for the lucky few who emerged as the victors.

This jacket, from a few weeks ago, is a perfect example

I mean even me, an absolute non-football watcher, has turned into a person that almost every year manages to catch some small portion of the… show.

Notice I didn’t say game because for some of us fans it’s not about the game at all.  

It’s about the spectacle of people falling over themselves in obsession over that year’s player de jour (Note:  GO, TRAVIS! WHERE’S TAYLOR?  IF YOU WIN, ARE YOU PROPOSING??)

If you can’t love this, your heart is made of stone

It’s about the reveal of the potentially kick-ass or ass-wipe half time show (Note: Usher?  Well, that one can go either way, though I’ve already placed MY bet).

And perhaps most importantly, it’s about…THE COMMERCIALS.

No, not about how commercial the winning movie or team is or will be, but the actual COMMERCIALS.

I love TV

Who doesn’t remember football’s beer-promoting Clydesdale horses, Betty White getting energized by a Snickers bar or, even if you weren’t there and had to google it (or did so after you were told about it),  Apple’s famous, as well as ominous, 1984 tease of its very FIRST Macintosh computer?

When you think about it, this is both fascinating and strange.  Strange because if you put the 32 franchises of the NFL together, their monetary worth has been estimated in excess of $10 Billion dollars.  For that amount of money, you’d think the actual game, or its result, would be THE single THING.

Not so much, Chairy

But nothing is that simple anymore.  Not the Oscars.  And most certainly not the Super Bowl.  Which is what makes it fascinating.

This is not to take anything away from the millions of fans who primarily only care about whether the Kansas City Chiefs or the San Francisco 49ers will emerge victorious by the end of Super Bowl 2024. (Note: I actually didn’t HAVE to google who was playing, which shows just how much I and football have evolved).

It is only to proclaim that like most everything else in the pop culture landscape, it is not only the elite talent on display in our little version of contemporary Roman Coliseum-esque competition and competitors. 

It is about how much else we look forward to consuming (Note: And will eventually devour) on this particular day, in addition to the fantasy of fame, fortune, money and a ring.

And bonus cute snacks!!

It is about who or what can tempt us with the best ads for insurance (Note: This year it’s hands down State Farm and Arnold Schwarzenegger), take-out food (Jennifer Aniston and David Schwimmer are the big winners for Uber Eats) or mobile phone providers (Note: A celebrity packed group of pitch people led by Bradley Cooper and his Mom, the two lead guys from Suits, Laura Dern and Common take the prize for T Mobile).

Of course, none of them will be working as hard as the players on the field but they sure will be paid well, and in some cases, better.

Sports movies!

But only because a ton of sophisticated research has shown WE are tuning in for A LOT more than the results of this one game.

Which is to say, in many ways, our fantasies have been granted.  WE have BECOME the game.

And VERY big game we are.

(Note:  Okay, if you are among the handful of folks left who MUST see the commercials before, or without, watching the game, here are a few links:

Super Bowl 2024 ads, part 1

Super Bowl 2024 ads, part 2

Taylor Swift – “…Ready for It?”

It Can Happen To Anyone

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This is our rare Stop the Presses post.  For those times when even the Chair feels compelled to speak mid-week.

The national zeitgeist exploded this weekend with three huge stories – well, actually two huge stories and a third that promised to be.  They were:

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  1. The Super Bowl
  2. The untimely death of Philip Seymour Hoffman
  3. The first extended public accusation from a now adult Dylan Farrow that the filmmaker and then “adopted” father Woody Allen sexually molested her when she was 7 years old.

In case you were wondering, the Super Bowl emerged as the one unexciting non-story of the three even though it turned out to be the most watched program in television history with 115.2 million viewers.

But there was little excitement watching the Seattle Seahawks trounce the Denver Broncos 43-8.  How could there be when the winner of a contest is never in doubt?  It made even the commercials feel dull and expected.

Not so with a lifeless Mr. Hoffman, found slumped over in the bathroom of his NYC apartment with a needle in his arm and up to fifty baggies of heroine on the premises.  Nor was it the case with Ms. Farrow’s riveting written outcries and accusations against Mr. Allen and the litany of beloved movie stars who still choose to work with him, as posted  on Nicholas Kristof’s NY Times blog.

We don’t like dull and expected, at least in this country.   But we do love a good celebrity anything.  Which is the primary reason why the zeitgeist is still reeling, and will continue to do so in the foreseeable future, from Mr. Hoffman’s demise and Ms. Farrow’s grizzly tale of personal family drama.

I don’t mean to sound heartless or unmoved by these two tragedies.  They’re awful, and tragic and worth any series of emotional, physical or verbal reactions people are throwing out onto social media or in person to friends and family.  And I count myself as one among those people.

But still –

They. Happen. To. Everyone.

Tragedy knows no prejudice.

Tragedy knows no prejudice.

Drugs?  Sexual abuse?  This horrible stuff is in the news daily.   Plus, we already knew that Mr. Hoffman has had severe drug problems in the past and as recently as six months ago did a stint in rehab.   We were also aware for years Ms. Farrow and her family believed Mr. Allen sexually abused her and that in the last three months both her mother Mia Farrow and her brother Ronan Farrow have publicly taken to Twitter and Vanity Fair in order to advance Dylan’s accusations back onto the national stage against the seemingly constantly lauded Mr. Allen.

The only real connection to the public zeitgeist here – and it is not shocking at all – is that both of these stories involve celebrity.

We all have a very screwed up idea of what it means to be famous, privileged, wealthy and/or talented in this country.  And it’s only getting worse.  But here are some truisms I try to remember after many decades working among them in the business called, not coincidentally, show.

  1. You might feel like you know a famous person by their work or reputation but in reality you know very little about the real them.  In some cases, they may know very little about the real them.  Or they may know a lot but they are choosing not to share it with you.  That emotional connection you feel through their art is wonderful – but it is the art you’re connected to, not the person.  And art can’t overdose.
  2. Being privileged and wealthy is a double-edged sword.  So is celebrity. Nothing at all comes without a downside.  It is certainly more comfortable to grow up in a sumptuous Manhattan apartment or a mansion in Beverly Hills but it is not always an environment more enviable than your parents’ ranch home in the dull suburbs or the cramped two bedroom/one bathroom you shared with them and a sibling.  Though it is possible that it might be a more desirable environment.  Once again, the fact is that you never will know for sure.
  3.  Think about the worst photo of yourself ever taken and consider whether you’d want to see it blown up several feet bigger at a bad angle for all the world to see and comment about on every social media platform known to man.  (Note: Yes, you might already duplicate and post larger than life versions of yourself publicly in varying degrees of duress or undress… or your friends might) but the world is not terribly interested.
  4. Okay, now that you’ve done that think of the worst thing that has ever happened to you and consider doing the same thing with it – at least metaphorically. (Note: That is, if you can even think of a metaphor.  If not, just use the actual moments of the event and treat it like an endless, tawdry stream of pictures and posts and gossip and news stories on Facebook, Twitter, Entertainment Tonight, The New York Times and The Nightly News that will never quite disappear).

The L.A. Times’ Kenneth Turan on Monday published an appreciation of the many brilliant and diverse roles the mega-talented Mr. Hoffman played in the movies and onstage in his 46 short years.  The headline of the story read: He Could Be Anyone.

PSH poses for a tintype portrait during the recent 2014 Sundance Film Festival

PSH poses for a tintype portrait during the recent 2014 Sundance Film Festival

This did much more than address Mr. Hoffman’s talents for transformation as an actor.  It commented on his death, Ms. Farrow’s past traumas (change the pronoun to “she”), and on any number of public scandals we’ve become fascinated by in each passing year.  Just like the story of what happened to your friend, relative, or casual acquaintance from the neighborhood or office, there is no simple answer as to why.  Nor is there a truly satisfying explanation for any of it

Food for thought.