The Jury is Out

It’s been a whirlwind week in Hollywood.

The actors and writers are now both officially on strike, essentially shutting down film and TV production pretty much across the board.

Shut. It. Down.

At the same time, a TV show called Jury Duty, where writers and actors work together in a tightly planned but loosely scripted/partly improvised new type of workplace comedy/mockumentary/faux reality program, received four Emmy award nominations, including one for best comedy series.

Amazing what members of those two unions, along with help from many of the others, can do when they join forces.

A true ensemble (in front and behind the camera)

The conceit of Jury Duty is that one unsuspecting real-life person (Note: As opposed to the rest of us perceived fake ones who work in Hollywood) is filmed serving in a three-week trial that ONLY HE DOES NOT KNOW is fictional. 

But rather than be the butt of a cruel joke, he instead emerges as the HERO of the story, reminding us that not every random human in the world is the piece of sh-t we default think they might be these days.

Even in Hollywood.

It helps to have a hero as lovable as this guy

The success of Jury Duty depends on the close-knit collaboration between a group of dozens of actors playing jury, judge, lawyers, defendants and court employees, with the writers who created not only their characters but the countless scenarios, plot points and alternate scenarios and plot points designed to bend to the spontaneous will of the one real life character among them. 

In some cases writers double as actors, actors wind up writing (Note: Okay improv-ing via what WAS written) as they try to bring back the hero to the point of the scene, and non-acting writers huddle off-camera to create some new tweaks and challenges that will play out the quirky humanity of the characters and story actually being created to maximum effect.

LOL

It’s not that the producers, directors and crew of Jury Duty are not essential to pulling this gargantuan effort off.  But it’s that special sibling-like kinship between writers and actors that has existed since storytelling began, that conjures the magic everything else draws from.

Binge watching all eight half-hour episodes Friday night after a week of listening to the overpaid, stone-brained studio and corporate heads (whose businesses only exist because of all of this magic) bitch and moan about their 21st century shifting business models, provided some temporary relief.

Marsden earning his Emmy nom

(Note: This week it was the newly two-year contracted, at $50-$60 million plus salary, Disney chief Bob Iger, calling working actors’ requests for some guarantee that a machine couldn’t duplicate their digital likeness from one day of work, in perpetuity, and over as many projects as they like, UNREALISTIC.

Unrealistic?

Oh I know he did not just say that

The only thing unrealistic is that studios and streaming platforms across the board WON’T do this and more.  And maybe take their first-born.  And if you don’t believe me, check out my post from last month about Black Mirror’s sadly prescient and pandemic-written season six opener, Joan Is Awful.).

Nevertheless, all of that writer-actor simpatico on Jury Duty was also energizing to me as a member of both the WGA and IATSE, and as an admirer of the many talents of so many unknown, just plain working actors I’ve come across over the years.

Because it reminded me of what we can do together.  And how much power that partnership wields.

Imagine what we could all accomplish at a Margaritaville!

Jury Duty might not be your thing but it is yet another strange, new iteration of hybrid storytelling in a hybrid media world desperately in need of something new, and maybe even…..original?

It started as a workplace comedy by two veteran workplace comedy writers, evolved when some executive producers associated with iconoclastic actor Sacha Baron Cohen’s Borat suggested the faux reality element, and went on from there.

Borat wasn’t my thing but Jury Duty was.  Go figure.  I tried to and suddenly my mind went to Netflix’s Squid Game, also not my thing but certainly as original as either of the former two.

And so it goes.  And goes. 

Until it is gone.

All the feelings

Not everything can be Casablanca, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, E.T., Raging Bull, Titanic, Parasite, or heaven forbid, Top Gun: Maverick and Mission Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One. 

Nor should it be.

Still, if you don’t respond to mixed media metaphors think of it this way. 

The great Norman Lear created Archie Bunker, loosely based on his father, but the equally great character actor Carroll O’Connor brought him to life.

The same way Tony Soprano came from the complicated mind of Sopranos creator-writer David Chase, only to be made indelible by the until then unrecognized brilliance of another late, great character actor, James Gandolfini.

The man made picking up his newspaper iconic

It is these kinds of collaborations that moves entertainment forward and allows it to reach new heights.

Not only onscreen but off.

Amazing what writers and actors can do when they partner up, especially when their own very real lives are at stake.

The studio and corporate heads may not be listening now. 

But they will.

Or their entire new 21st century business models will fall apart.

Fran Drescher’s SAF AFTRA strike announcement

Cancel This

Women who claimed abuse or even bullying used to be seen as fragile, suspect, or asking for it.

Men who even claimed they were bullied were seen as weak, pathetic, not one of the boys and, well let’s just say it, GAY.

And in some neighborhoods, dinner tables, and as we now know, New York State governor’s offices, this is still true.

This time… maybe try to do something?

But we’ll get to NY’s 63-year-old Andrew Cuomo’s “flirting” within the confines of his lair with a young female aide who is a sexual abuse survivor (Note: Meaning asking about her dating and sex life while confessing he was lonely) in a moment.

Not so long ago, the right to speak out and be heard about any of the above subjects, and others, was viewed as one positive way our society had evolved into a more inclusive and just era.   A more perfect union, to quote our Founding Fathers.

Not close to perfect but not bad for a society that was founded on slavery and didn’t even allow women to vote until less than 100 years ago.

Forget about what it did to the gays and still hasn’t done for non-whites.

Doing my best Pete Campbell here

Yet here we are, backing into 2021, and finding ourselves in still yet another age.

One in which continuing to speak out on any of the above subjects has been officially slapped with this new and relentlessly un-clever phrase – CANCEL CULTURE.

This is a term founded on a proposition that it will stop us dead in our tracks and prevent us from achieving anything close to what our forefathers envisioned for us nearly 300 years later.

You, the accusers, want to tell us, nee order us, how to behave and if we don’t adhere to your strict set of politically correct guidelines, you want to EXTERMINATE US!

Cue the audience heads exploding!

In other words, you claimers, you complainers, are no better than Nazis.  In fact, YOU are the Nazis of freedom of speech and behavior.  Not us.

You want to tell us how to speak, what to do and even what to eat.

Well, I guess it’s no accident the Trumps plowed down Michelle Obama’s White House vegetable garden as soon as they could. 

Just as it’s not a coincidence House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy posted a video of himself this weekend reading Dr. Seuss’ Green Eggs and Ham.

Oh the places you’ll go!

Never mind that it was Dr. Seuss Enterprises, the late author’s own family company, that decided to pull six of the least popular of his hundreds of books for racial stereotyping the good doctor himself recognized during his life.

Rep. McCarthy had a cancel culture point to make and gosh, darn it, he was gonna make it even if he had to read from one of the books that WASN’T cancelled.

In essence, it’s that anyone who complains about racism, sexism, homophobia or anything of the like in the public sphere wants to rub out American life as they’ve always known it. 

BYEEEEEE

They want to cancel American history, cancel American freedom and soon cancel the very definition of the American Way.

Well, if it means we cease to evolve as a country and stay mired in racism, sexism, homophobia and the way things have always been done then um, yeah, Kevin, sounds good to me.

As Nike, one of our great American corporations you love to brag about to the world (Note: Their embrace of Colin Kaepernick, not withstanding) tells us, JUST DO IT!

This works too

I’ve been writing this blog for 10 years and here is what someone named Neil Brown wrote in the comments section just this past week:

Mmm, another LGBTXYZ “person” who thinks they have anything good to add. Sorry, kid, but you don’t…

Interestingly enough, this comment was not directed at any particular subject I had written on.  Instead it was posted in the About section where, among other things, I define myself as an opinionist, screenwriter, writing teacher and… gay man living in L.A.

Imagine if I had listed the gay part, first?

Live images from Neil’s house

By the way, if you’re looking for Neil’s contribution you won’t find it because I blocked him.  I’m all for discourse, especially with those who strongly disagree with what I have to say, but it occurred to me a few years ago it’s not worth what precious time we have here arguing with morons.

Yet Neil does have the distinction of reminding me for the umpteenth time of what I’ve known practically my entire life.

As a gay person there is nastiness, marginalization, hatred and if one is really targeted, violence around every corner.

You’re throwing softballs here!

This is not even close to being the worst thing I’ve been called over the decades.  It’s just the latest minor example in a slew of major comments and actions I’ve been experiencing about my, mmm, “personage” since I was about 10 years old (Note: That I know of).  Certainly, it wouldn’t even make it on a list ofthings others in the LGBTQ community have experienced in their lifetimes.

Yet if the mere notion of a gay person speaking on anything is enough to so ruffle Neil’s feathers that he is motivated to sit down and actually vent his ire on a blog that he rarely, if ever, reads, what happens when one of those persons says something within shouting range, or does something that could potentially affect or alter he and his brethren’s way of doing things?

You see where this is going.  Or has gone.

Me, everyday?

Gov. Cuomo is not as bad as Harvey Weinstein or Bill Cosby. 

There’s no proof that Woody Allen committed the crime of abusing his then 7-year-old daughter, even though she says so.  And even though he is now married to her stepsister, who he met when she was a teenager and bedded when she was barely the legal age of consent and was writer-director-star of a quite famous box-office hit, Manhattan, centering on a forty something writer who has a very intense love relationship with a not yet legal 17-year-old girl, back in 1979.  What does that prove? 

That Mr. Allen was just past the age of his fictional doppelganger when he had sex with his stepdaughter and was accused of abusing his daughter?

So?????

(Note: Read about the normalization of that movie romance from a very good female writer here)

Does not pass the smell test

Andrew Cuomo never touched that young female aide in his office and the photo that captured him touching the face of a different female NY state employee at a wedding who said she didn’t want to be touched and didn’t welcome his accompanying question of, May I kiss you, doesn’t mean HE did anything wrong.

Though certainly, it’s not very strong evidence that he did anything right, either.

Which brings us back to the subject of what is wrong and what is right, what is legal vs. illegal and how we act on, speak about and rectify our beliefs about these issues. 

Well, I’m no judge and was only once a member of a jury (Note: Where we ruled an insurance company had to pay this poor family they had turned their back on millions of dollars.  So don’t get me started). 

How I see myself on a jury

But it seems to me that even if we adopted the cancel culture mindset the pink slip cuts both ways.  If you’re engaging in status quo behavior others object to and you feel right to air your grievances against them, you can’t cancel those others from speaking out on what they think.

That wouldn’t be fair, that wouldn’t be just and it certainly threatens us with an entirely new cultural definition – one of the imperfect union. (Note:  No, this is not directed at Woody and Soon-Yi unless YOU choose to SAY it is).

I don’t pretend to know the way forward.  But what I am sure about is that any time your only essential retort back at criticism is you’re being too sensitive, I didn’t realize or that’s the way it’s always been you’re on shaky ground. 

And will wind up cancelling yourself before too long.

Paul Simon – 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover

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