Sunday, January 13, 2008

THE SUB-PRIME TIME CRISIS

The LA Times ran a piece today about the impending return of ratings Godzilla American Idol, a show that is a network executive’s wet dream, in that it capitalizes on an hour of television in a way no conventional comedy or drama ever could, while stomping to death everything in its path. Unfortunately, not just for the other networks, but for society at large, there is one sad side effect of American Idol: It may be popular. But it’s dumb. Contrived. Manufactured. And fake. Beginning with the freak show auditions right through the false drama, cell phone voting, product integration, tours, and recording contracts (until the “winners” stop selling records), all in what is amusingly referred to with some degree of perverse pride as “a singing competition.” It isn’t. In reality, it’s a perpetual motion/cross promotion machine that sells music and advertising, as well as the network itself.

Not that it’s hateful in and of itself, but it’s symptomatic of a cynical corporate mentality that governs television, which is centered solely on making money. It’s about programming. Broadcasting is dead. Once upon a time, networks felt a sense of responsibility to serve the public interest instead of serving themselves at the advertiser trough. No longer. That is the real sub prime crisis -- network prime time television -- which is, in most cases, definitely sub prime.

Though it’s hardly just American Idol. There’s Deal Or No Deal, where people who’ve never seen 8 bucks in the same location suddenly go apeshit slamming down the pellet bar so they can scream “NO DEAL!” as they reject $85,000. You’d think the prospect of being able to afford dental work, an extra month of Nutrisystem, and a GED would be enticement enough to take the money and run. But no. They came to Hollywood to scream “NO DEAL!” on national television and, dammit, they’re going to do it. Then there’s Celebrity Apprentice, Survivor, Dancing With The Stars, Amazing Race, The Biggest Loser. If there’s a brain cell lurking anywhere in these shows, I guarantee it’s cowering in a corner, fearing for its life.

And adjacent are the gossip shows, with their worship of skeletal Britney-types who all look like they haven’t thrown up a good meal in days. And then there’s the breaking news coverage of Britney herself, melting down in public like a Hershey bar on the sidewalk, as we’re fed the daily details of her fate and that of her youngins. You wish there’d be at least one loved one close enough to her to take this poor entertainment unit somewhere to heal, instead of calling Dr. Phil, syndicated life coach, who obviously came a-runnin’ to Cedars as fast as a child molester heads for the schoolyard at recess. My dream is that one day we will come together as a society, as a nation. Black and white, young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, and hold hands coast to coast in a sign of national unity and say “we don’t give a shit!” Then and only then will things change.

Which brings me around to the WGA strike and the idea that, as horny as network executives are to dispose of writers, they can’t. They need them. Even if they don’t think they do, they do. Even if they think they can turn prime time television into a reality/game show/singing/ dancing/skating/weight loss competition carnival, they can’t. Because they live in the same world. They breathe the same air. They are affected by the same elections. Stupid people don’t just vote for who wins Idol. They vote for President as well. And if those who run the networks keep putting on brain crap just for ratings and annual profitability the net result will be the dumbing down of their own world. You dumb down the audience. You dumb down the electorate. More gossip, game shows and reality, and less real news, news analysis, and original, scripted programming will result in the intellectual fouling of their own nest. Shitting where they eat. Which is something intelligent creatures tend not to do.

Eventually, there’ll be one box in the house. The GoogleBox, or MicrosoftMachine, or whatever it ends up being called. All kinds of entertainment and news will flow through it and we’ll have nothing but choice in what we watch and when we watch it. It will revolutionize the nature of our media experience, but it won’t change the nature of the human experience. Whether it’s world events or personal lives, people will still need to communicate about the experience of being alive and will need something to come out of the box that’s more intelligent than American Idol.

That’s why they need writers.

1 comment:

Eric Scott said...

If all we had to watch was reality shows, there would be no memorable lines to quote when we're discussing our favorite show. We'd be reduced to idiocy like Chris Farley's character on SNL. "Remember when that guy said no deal? That was awesome."