Friday, December 17, 2010

postheadericon Oscar & Emmy Watch: Musings & Misgivings: Hit and Myth

 
In today’s lesson, biding our time while the year-end movie-critic awards begin to roll in — expect ample recognition for The Social Network and not enough for The Town -- we’ll try and dispel some myths about myths surrounding the Emmys and the Oscars.
First we’ll concentrate on the Emmys, some of whose officials, during my years at TV Guide Magazine, were relentlessly pushing the idea that their prizes reflected what industry professionals and audience members already knew, that today’s television fare — in its sheer diversity (a fractionalized programming universe with hundreds of channels will do that), graphic treatment of even the rawest subject matter (thanks to premium cable, anything goes, and who says that’s such a good thing) and pure entertainment value — constitutes the medium’s real golden age. “What is it with this nostalgic haze,” a CBS executive asked me at one Emmy ceremony in the ‘90s, “lamenting the shows of the ‘50s and ‘60s as if they were truly superior to today’s programs?” The so-called 1950s-‘60s golden age of television, went the argument, is a myth.
But I wonder if that itself is a myth, and whenever I took up the golden-age-then-or-now question (a generational one, I grant you, relevant only to viewers of a certain age) with a veteran actor whose work spanned many decades, as I once did with Jackie Gleason  and Jack Klugman , the conversation generally pivoted on two words: live television. There were giants indeed among the writers and directors working in live TV during the ‘50s — Chayefsky, Mosel, Foote, Serling, Mandel, Rose, Cook, Mann, Hill, Frankenheimer, Lumet, Pollack, Schaffner and Nelson among them. “There will never be another time like that,” said a wistful Klugman at a press tour event in Los Angeles. Like many of his contemporaries such as Jack Lemmon  and Charlton Heston, Klugman got his start and honed his craft doing countless live TV anthologies, including Playhouse 90, in the ‘50s. Live television was America’s national theater.
So where are the new, trend-setting writers and directors who might energize the medium today? There are a handful of true innovators (J.J. Abrams  and Matthew Weiner  among them), but so many more toil invisibly in a steady churn of dramas and comedies that come, go and register with few.
That is, if they can find a scripted show, at least on network television. Scripted shows once dominated the medium and there was also a time in the ‘70s and ‘80s when the long-form miniseries and a full slate of made-for-TV movies flourished and gave next-generation artists like Steven Spielberg a chance to grow. Now TV thrives as a niche-driven, specialized-content-for-every-conceivable-taste landscape populated with an ungodly number of reality series (filling one-quarter of network line ups according to one estimate), a few of them — such as the reigning Emmy reality winner Top Chef, Amazing Race (which won the prize the preceding seven years in a row) American Idol, Dancing with the Stars and Project Runway -- earning loyal followings.
Once viewers watched TV stars and now they want to be them. Reality shows are hardly new (Candid Camera, Divorce Court, Queen for a Day and You Asked For It were early favorites); the problem today is their unchecked proliferation — seriously, how many of us ever thought that any reality show could call itself The Biggest Loser? And be a hit. Now we have Skating with the Stars. What next -- Sleeping with the Stars? After The Bachelor and The Bachelorette, how about something with a Yiddish flavor, The Balabusta. Network honchos say they want to celebrate the diverse passions of real, everyday people, young and old; their pluck, perseverance, resilience, ambitions and talents. Of course, what they actually celebrate is the bottom line — cheap programming. Viewers are the biggest loser.
Scripted dramas and sitcoms may be doing a slow vanishing act, but here’s the good news: we still have Turner Classic Movies (the best damned channel in the universe) and lots and lots of sports. And recent times have given us the likes of The Sopranos, Mad Men, Breaking Bad, Nurse Jackie, Boardwalk Empire, Dexter and Curb Your Enthusiasm. Cable, premium and basis, has become what network television once was. Only now we’re paying for it.
If network television, following the era of live television, was “a vast wasteland,” then what is it now? Not more dynamic or original, for sure, not in these crushing, impossible-to-fill 24/7 programming days. But maybe the long-ago “golden age” of fewer channels and more iconic talent has just burnished our memories. Holding a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Gleason, in Manhattan in the early ‘80s to promote a TV movie with Art Carney titled “Izzy & Moe,” laughed that familiar raspy laugh at the notion that he, The Honeymooners or any other beloved show or performer in television’s formative years were part of a golden age. “The truth, pal,” he said, is that “they were part of OUR, not a, golden age.”
 

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