For Your Entertainment

My entertainment choices lean towards the haunting, dramatic, unusual and silly.  Not necessarily in that order and certainly more than one of those at a time. 

But mostly, it’s the heartfelt, or at least the felt.

Prepare the cozy blankets!

Contrary to popular belief, this doesn’t necessarily mean melodrama, bathos or twee.  It’s simply to say I hate facile, bullsh-t storytelling.  A movie or TV series or book that glides gently on the surface but never quite gets into it.

As many producers, studio executives and dinner party conversations have noted in my presence over the years:

Chair, it’s called ENTERTAINMENT.  Why does everything have to MEAN something?  Can’t you just drop a shoulder strap and enjoy yourself?

Don’t tell me to relax!!

Well yeah, sure.  I like to enjoy myself…most of the time.  But the way I do this is to indulge in something creative that speaks in some crazy or earthbound way to something of human existence.

The great Mike Nichols once said when speaking about directing actors in scenes from plays and movies that his approach was to ask the question (and I’m paraphrasing here): what are these two people doing, really?  What would really happen here?

That’s a great lesson not only for directors and actors but writers.  What’s the truth?  Even if this world we’re playing in is crazy, what is true here?  And how best can I show it?

Resistance is futile

By every measure we are living through strange times.  But this week a streaming series and a novel, both off-center, odd, original and yeah, just plain out there and weird, fully caught my attention.  And it wasn’t because they tried to be different.  It was that they dared to be true.

The first is the Apple series, Mr. Corman, created, co-written, directed and starring Joseph Gordon-Levitt.  The second is a debut novel, Several People Are Typing, written by Calvin Kasulke.

 (Note: Full disclosure – Cal is a former student of mine from more than a decade ago.  But this has nothing to do with me praising his book.  Nor, I suspect, did his participation in my writing class all those years ago have much to do with him writing this book.  As for JG-L, I’m merely a fan boy… um… man).

This week’s entertainment

Mr. Corman and Two People both seem to exist in our world and yet, as they play out, dare to become a pushed reality existence of their individual creators’ daring and bizarre invention.  Things happen that aren’t supposed to, or at least seem to defy what we consider to be real, yet there is not a false or phony moment in either of them. 

Their lead characters have struggles in recognizably human ways, even when they and their events and actions literally become surreal.  Nothing is melodramatic or touchy-feely, even though what we’re watching is dramatic and touching, not to mention – yeah, I’ll say it – entertaining.

Mr. Corman centers on a 35-year-old teacher of third-graders in the Los Angeles San Fernando Valley who may or may not be seeing things; may or may not be having a nervous breakdown, losing his mind or becoming mentally ill; and is yet all the time behaving rationally and humanly given the parameters of what life has been like for all of us the last 18 months.

So a general sense of dread… got it

We watch Josh Corman, a former musician turned educator, with his friends, his family (Note: A wonderfully subdued Debra Winger plays his Jewish mother), his students and his ex and/or potential girlfriends in a ten-episode first season where each episode dares to go down a road we never see coming in a way we never quite imagined.

There’s the episode that is partly animated, another that becomes a musical and several where the covid-19 pandemic changes everything and everyone (Note: The series actually had to shut down shooting in L.A. during episode three due to covid-19 and then relocate months later to complete filming in New Zealand).  There is also one that takes place primarily in the past and a stand-alone where we watch as this young yet middle-aged guy spends an evening with his estranged father, a man who likes to do things like open credit cards under his son’s name or call up and pretend he’s having a heart attack just to get his son’s attention.  Then there’s the one where Josh goes to a party attended by a bunch of social media wannabes and witnesses…well, just watch it.

That is… a lot

Of course, none of this does justice to the twists and turns and sadness and humor the series touches on.  It can’t because the entire enterprise builds, one carefully crafted episode at a time, off the unfolding existential question of whether our main character has truly lost it or is simply the only sane one in our clearly insane world 2021 reality. 

In searching for the truth it actually tells the truth, and often quite brilliantly.

Several People Are Typing takes an equally compelling but yet quite different approach.  Its hero, Gerald, a writer at a NYC p.r. agency, has been working with a group of people who communicate virtually on the popular business communication platform called slack.

If you know, you know

For those unfamiliar, as I once was, think of it as inter-office gchat that is supposedly a lot more secure, with all kinds of sub breakout rooms for “sort of” private chatter (Note:  Because NOTHING IS PRIVATE anymore, right?).

In any event, when the novel starts Gerald is calling out for help because, guess what, his consciousness has somehow been uploaded on to slack.  Yes, Gerald is now simply gerald, a virtual/written version of himself disembodied from his human self. 

Oh, did I mention the entire book is written in slack prose?  Well, it is.  Think of the most basic text thread you’ve shared from anywhere between 2-10 different people at various times, all published in consecutive or intersecting order, with the same type of phraseology, and peppered with a series of pertinent yet vaguely annoying gifs, photos and abbreviations and you get the picture.

Keep your head on a swivel!

This is oh, so trendy and too much of a trick, right?  No, not even slightly.  That would be the superficial, untruthful way to execute this story and, well, there’s none of that here.  It’s about people, virtual and otherwise, finding their meaningful identities and not merely slacking through life. 

It’s about how we spend our time and what our time means to us.  And whether a picture really is worth a thousand words, especially when someone decides to listen to you.  And to actually, well, hear you.

But mostly, it’s really, really clever and really, really weird.  And pretty gosh darned funny.

See, you can be a lot of things, including entertaining, when you have a point to make that’s more than just trying to be entertaining.  Because what’s truly entertaining is a personal take on what is human.  And what’s truly human is always a lot more than mere entertainment.

David Bowie and Morrissey – “That’s Entertainment”

The Art of Art

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As the year closes, many of us serial commenters feel compelled to do a 10 Best (or Worst) list. They both have their charms, depending on your mood. Certainly the latter is more fun to write even if it cuts into all the good karma you’ve accrued in the world thus far.

Still, at this point in my life and on this particular year I’m feeling a bit more benevolent and quite a bit more appreciative. For what?   Well, a lot of things. (Note: I will not be listing them all, don’t worry). But certainly being alive is one.

There are lots of bullets one dodges as time marches on and at no time does this become more crystal clear than when you look in the mirror or view the lives of others around you. The former is a particularly sobering fact. No matter how fabulous you look it eventually becomes apparent to even the least introspective person in the universe at odd moments that you will not withstand the test of time. And even more sobering is the undeniable reality that this can all change faster than the actual announced winner of Miss Universe 2015 if the karmic gods deem it so.

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The mere fact that you are still living, breathing and thriving – even in all your imagined or real misery? Well, that also puts you ahead of a large group of others on the planet once you average it all out and divide it by the appropriate number. Watch the news or realistically consider each and every one of your friends and acquaintances, if you don’t believe me. You can even throw in a few of the sworn enemies you are perpetually jealous of – though not The Republican Apprentice. He deserves neither your jealousy nor even one moment of your consideration – for anything.

Your damn right Chairy!

Your damn right Chairy!

This being the case, I wanted to close 2015 by saying thanks and honoring one very large group. And that is all of the artists out there. The great ones, the good ones, the average ones, the not so good ones and… well, as I’ve said, I’m not doing a worst list but if I were and you were – well, you can even count in those too.

It’s the artists that have kept me – all of us – going up to this point in time and I suspect they will continue to do so for the rest of my (our) future(s).

Films, television, music, books, newspapers, paintings, home furnishings – in your hands or virtually – there are actual real people out there who do all of that. At some point it’s all a blank. Until someone sits down or stands up somewhere and has the courage, or anger, or bravado to say to us – here, this is what I think. Take it or leave it. Whether you like it or not.

Be bold

Preach

It’s not an easy thing to do and it’s a really difficult feat to do well. It may even be a necessary thing to do for many of us, you or them who do it – a way of survival, a type of selfish coping that has its own side benefits – but that doesn’t make it any more simple or less hard. It takes time, energy, determination, study and at the end of the day, a fair amount of bravery – especially if you’re planning to be honest and thus risk the wrath and mass condemnation of others. Remember, at the point of origin the screen is empty. Like –- there is nothing there. At. All. Try staring into the night sky and take away the stars and all traces of weather –- then pour black paint on it –- and you might have some approximation. Or do it in the daytime and make it all white. Depending on your mood/s.

This holiday week I was watching Green Day’s Billie Joe Armstrong (co-creator of the brilliant, massively successful American Idiot album and Broadway musical) on a rerun from earlier this year of the 2015 Rock ‘n Roll Hall of Fame ceremonies. He was accepting his honor after being inducted into this rare group and recounting his love affair with music. The Beatles, Elvis – even Kool and the Gang as a kid– he heard them all and a lot more growing up thanks to his siblings and extended family. And he loved it all and it soon became apparent to him that this was his world. That would be music – not creating one of the premiere breakthrough crossover punk bands and album/cds in history – that would come later.

Just a couple of (legendary) punks

Just a couple of (legendary) punks

And – he worked at it from the time he met one of his bandmates in the fifth grade. Yeah, he did the drugs, engaged in all the requisite, cliché misbehaviors (including many stints in rehab and numerous other episodes of self-indulgence) and has had more than his share of hits and misses. But after he played his 15 minute set with his group one had to marvel at just how edgily perfect they remain more than 25 years later. How do they/does he do it? Aside from the obvious talent, the answer lied in the rest of his speech. As he looked out in the audience at a sea of still alive musical icons and got almost teary-eyed as he gave a shout out to Patti Smith for her seminal LP Horses that he listened to as a kid. Right after his drummer, Trey Cool (yeah, that’s his name), met the gaze of Ringo Starr and thanked him profusely for being one of his true inspirations.

And so it goes, for all of us. Whether we’re inducted into the rock ‘n roll Hall of Fame or not. Whether we’re even any good or not.   We get there on the shoulders and backs and through the minds of others.

No matter how big you get, fangirling is forever

No matter how big you get, fangirling is forever

Last night I re-watched That’s Entertainment – a brilliant 1974 movie that is essentially a clip collection of classic MGM musicals introduced by classic movie stars of the time including Frank Sinatra, Gene Kelly, Elizabeth Taylor, Fred Astaire, Mickey Rooney and, as a surrogate for her mother Judy Garland – Liza Minnelli. It’s an era that will never return again: movies from the 1930s – early 1960s – a timeless American era that will forever define a certain kind of cinema that will certainly live on hundreds of centuries after all of our worried looks into the mirror or at the news on television are long gone. I love musicals and I suppose they’re not for everyone – except those movies, on some level, truly are. Even if it’s not your thing, how do you not admire and remain fascinated by Astaire dancing, Eleanor Powell tapping, Judy Garland singing? Or the optics of Busby Berkeley directing?

Berkeley keeps us hypnotized

Berkeley keeps us hypnotized

What you learn watching That’s Entertainment are the endless hours, days, weeks and months these artists labored at their craft. (Note: Needless to say, this was mostly a time before strict union rules – or overly enforced ones either for stars or mere contract players). The repetition, the trial and error, the dedication and yes, sheer push, drive and obsession of the studios and artists to do beyond their best created the kinds of big screen results that will endure long beyond what I’m writing and you’re reading here – or from anyone, anywhere else today.

I fear we’re losing a bit of that these days. It’s not that we all don’t work hard but that kind of intense single-mindedness – shutting out the rest of the world to be immersed in your craft – is it all even possible anymore? How do you shut it all out? The stimulation? The endless bombardment of information? Can you? Will it ever be the case again? I somehow feel as if I doubt it. Perhaps the answer is to simply include it and come up with something else. Or a newer form altogether. Perhaps that is happening already. In fact, I’m sure it already has. Even as we write or speak.

Andy knew what was up

Andy knew what was up

So yeah, Spotlight, Trumbo and Room were terrific for me – and I have high hopes for Hateful Eight and the new Star Wars. I love that Homeland regained its footing and thrilled me with one of the best villains on TV this season while this 22 year old overweight nerdy kid named Jordan Smith on The Voice made my mouth drop wide open when he reinvented Freddie Mercury’s Somebody to Love and bounced Adele off the #1 spot on ITunes. Plus, we haven’t even gotten to Adele. Hello.

Oh and don't forget to buy the world a coke!

Oh and don’t forget to buy the world a coke!

Yes, all of them did truly inspire . But there’s a much bigger group out there that includes many of us – as fellow creators, listeners, fans or passersby. We might disagree about the best and the worst but getting to experience all of it – even the misfires we dish – it is what ultimately unites – rather than divides us.

The Republican Apprentice notwithstanding. Always.

Happy 2016.

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