Whither genre?

A couple of genre-related items in the New York Times today and yesterday:

A complete print of Fritz Lang’s Metropolis was found in a cinema archive in Buenos Aires,

For fans and scholars of the silent-film era, the search for a copy of the original version of Fritz Lang’s “Metropolis” has become a sort of holy grail. One of the most celebrated movies in cinema history, “Metropolis” had not been viewed at its full length — roughly two and a half hours — since shortly after its premiere in Berlin in 1927, when it was withdrawn from circulation and about an hour of its footage was amputated and presumed destroyed…

That a copy of the original print of “Metropolis” even existed in Buenos Aires was the result of another piece of serendipity. An Argentine film distributor, Adolfo Wilson, happened to be in Berlin when the film had its premiere, liked what he saw so much that he immediately purchased rights, and returned to Argentina with the reels in his luggage.

“If he had gone two months later, he would have come back with a different version,” Mr. Peña said in a telephone interview from Buenos Aires. Initially, the F. W. Murnau Foundation, a German film-preservation group named after the great silent-era director, which holds the rights to Lang’s silent films, did not respond when the Argentines notified it of the discovery. So Mr. Peña made a DVD and while on a business trip to Madrid took it to a prominent film scholar there, Luciano Berriatúa, who watched the film with him, enraptured, and immediately phoned the Germans to tell them, Mr. Peña recalled, “It’s the real thing.”

Cool story. Good for cinema, good for history. But then there’s this at the end of the article:

The cumulative result is a version of “Metropolis” whose tone and focus have been changed. “It’s no longer a science-fiction film,” said Martin Koerber, a German film archivist and historian who supervised the latest restoration and the earlier one in 2001. “The balance of the story has been given back. It’s now a film that encompasses many genres, an epic about conflicts that are ages old. The science-fiction disguise is now very, very thin.”

With all due respect, Mr. Koerber, fuck you. It boggles my mind that a film historian puts “story” and “epic” on the opposite end of a scale with science-fiction. If there’s a persistent flaw in sci-fi, it’s overambition, too grand a scale. Also, why can’t it be about both science fiction and age old conflicts? Frankenstein: science fiction + man’s desire to replace God. Aliens: science fiction + the consequences of human greed. The works of Jules Verne: science fiction + escapism. It’s an established art tradition, deal with it.

We also have Ross “Asshat” Douthat whining about how superhero movies are distracting great directors from making non-superhero movies:

Sometimes I try to imagine what the 1970s would have been like if comic-book movies had dominated the cinematic landscape the way they do today. Francis Ford Coppola would have presumably gravitated toward the operatic darkness of the Batman franchise, casting first Al Pacino and then Robert De Niro as Italian-American Bruce Waynes. Martin Scorsese would have become famous for his gritty, angry take on the Incredible Hulk, with Harvey Keitel stepping into Bruce Banner’s shoes and Diane Keaton as his love interest. Dustin Hoffman would have been cast as Peter Parker opposite Cybill Shepherd’s Mary Jane in Peter Bogdanovich’s “Spiderman.” The Superman movies would have starred Warren Beatty instead of Christopher Reeves. Steven Spielberg would have directed “Iron Man” instead of “Jaws,” with Robert Redford playing Tony Stark and Julie Christie as Pepper Potts; George Lucas would have made an X-Men trilogy instead of “Star Wars,” with Marlon Brando as Professor Xavier opposite Jack Nicholson as Wolverine. Gene Hackman, Dennis Hopper, Richard Dreyfuss and Roy Scheider would have been known to moviegoers primarily for their turns as supervillains. And Terence Malick — well, O.K., Malick probably would have still made “Badlands” and “Days of Heaven,” and then disappeared for 20 years.

If this revision of the ’70s sounds like a cinematic paradise, you probably liked “The Dark Knight” a whole lot more than I did.

This is basically an excuse for Douthat to be silly about the movies. I would love to see a serious superhero movie from all the directors that he mentioned, but that’s beside the point. He would have cause to bitch if: a) directors like Christopher Nolan, Brian Singer and Sam Rami are not developing other projects. b) it would be a good idea to give franchise/superhero directors like Brett Ratner and Tim Story financing to make their “art” movies.

First, you can’t ignore that the best superhero movies are made by the best director of movies, period. I don’t agree that Christopher Nolan made the best superhero movie ever (that distinction goes to Brad Bird of The Incredibles), but he is an amazing filmmaker, and I think he gets extra credit for developing his own story ideas and screenplays, something that’s rare in this age of franchise movies. That’s what Douthat should be bitching about, if anything. Of the top grossing movies of the past 10 years, some of them have been superhero movies: The Dark Knight, Spiderman 3, but almost all of them are entries in a film franchise: Pirates of the Carribean, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Shrek, Lord of the Rings. He should be wondering how many Taxi Drivers could be made with the budget of Spiderman 3.

Nobody wants to see a Brian Singer, Brett Ratner, Tim Story, or Sam Rami arthouse flick.

I am a television addict.

I realized this while watching a second episode in a row of Grey’s Anatomy. It was a shitty TV episode, watched right after another shitty episode on a shitty TV show that I quit watching because it was shitty like three years ago. But I couldn’t help it. With online streaming and Hulu, it almost seems like more effort not to watch it.

It’s something that I’ve been thinking about for a while. About a month ago, I binge-watched the complete Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex series, but once that was done, I felt a compulsion to fill it with something else. Recently, I’ve been feeling the effects that this kind of watching has been having on my concentration and attention span. Anything over a half-hour of television, and I’ll inevitably mouse over to my web browser to check my e-mail, or Fark.com, or something to read while the episode comes on. I can only make it through a movie when I’m watching with other people. At this point, it hasn’t been interfering with my work or music, but I know that I’m not practicing as much as I should be. It’s not where I want to be.

It has physiological consequences as well, especially with my sleep patterns. I often get about a quarter-day off if I’ve been up late with people on weekends, or if I need to pull a late night for school. But it’s gotten to the point where I can’t sleep without the ambient sounds of dialogue to nod off to.

I don’t think that television is evil, or anything like that. In fact, I’m really glad to be alive at this time. There is more, better, television than at any point in the medium’s history, and it hasn’t yet gone to the point where the networks realize that TV will never be as profitable as in the past and stop putting money into it. It’s an art form like any other, and like any other, just because most of it is crap doesn’t mean that there is no value in the rest.

So I think I’m going to just become more selective. I’m going to pick 7 shows, one for every night, and limit myself to watching just one hour during the week (I think it’s ok to relax on the weekends). It’s always been my dream to be primarily a content creator, not a content consumer. I think I can think of better things to do with my time.

Revisiting Community

The last time I wrote about NBC’s Community, I was deeply ambivalent. It was a little to shiny and cutesy for me. Since then, I’ve become a semi-regular watcher, but once again, I think I’m going to stop watching the show.

One of the things that pisses me off is the free pass that the show seems to get from TV critics about the show’s racial humor. I think this pass is a result of two things, the fairly ( and depressingly uncommon) diverse and integrated cast, and the fact that every once in a while, the show has extremely witty race-based humor (see the clip above). For example, read this fawning passage from Todd VanDerWerff at the AV Club:

Community‘s about a lot of things, really, but one of the things it keeps buried until it’s useful to trot it out thematically is the fear of getting old. I mean, just aside from the fact that the show has an elderly guy and a middle-aged black woman as characters and actually takes them seriously beyond the stereotypes other shows would reduce them to, …

…As much as everyone loves the supporting characters on the show, Jeff and Britta are its heart, with Annie and Troy as reminders of who they were, Pierce and Shirley as ideas of who they might become, and Abed as the odd man out, observing and always commenting.

The thing is, I’m not convinced that the show takes these characters beyond stereotypes at all. Alyssa Rosenberg blogged about this in relation to Glee a few days ago:

I love, love Amber Riley, and I love Mercedes as a character who can declare “I’m worried about showing too much skin and causing a sex riot,” as an explanation for why she refuses to wear a cheerleading skirt, and I hate that the inevitable end consequence of having a big, sassy black girl is a story about eating disorders and a rainbow of high school students singing Christina Aguilera’s most saccharine song.  Why can’t she just be fabulous without consequence? Why can’t she have a boyfriend? Why are the show’s best, tartest couple reduced to sidekicks?  Why does the gay kid have to be semi-pathetic and clueless?

What this comes down to is that there is still work to be done, still decisions to be made once the casting is done. Both Glee and Community would have you believe that they are poking fun at the “sassy black woman” stereotype. But the shows never made that transition to treating their characters beyond stereotype, and so end up reinforcing them.

FX's Justified

I’m a big fan of FX’s new cop-drama/western Justified. It’s a seriously high-quality show, with really good regular actors and guest stars, great dialogue, and a kind of old-fashioned lawman + Southern Gothic nouveau vibe that I think is super cool.

It also stars Timothy Olyphant, who is one of those actors that is immediately the best part of a project. I first came across him in The Girl Next Door, which is generally a bad movie. Whenever  Olyphant and Emile Hirsch were on screen though, it became… cinema. Live Free or Die Hard gave him even less to work with, but he managed to be a plausible villain in roughly 12 minutes of screen time.*

It struck me the other day how atypical Justified is in my TV lineup (the things that I watch week-to-week). The first TV show that I got hooked on watching every week was LOST, and that gave me strong preference for serialized shows, or at least shows with a strong story arc. As my tastes have diversified, I’ve become a fan of stoner-comedy shows like Venture Brothers or Robot Chicken that don’t have anything near a serialized plot. But with the exception of some Law & Order comfort food, I can’t think of any dramas that I watch that don’t have a strong story arc.

But Justified is almost the definition of network television, just on a cable channel. There is no genre with such a connection to the rise of mass television audiences than the Western… Gunsmoke, Bonanza, The Lone Ranger. And while Harlan County, Tennessee is not the same as the West of 1950’s America, Raylan Givens is a classic American TV man. He’s handsome, can outshoot any gunman he meets, is kind to women, gets along with men, holds no racial, religious, or orientation biases, has casual fun in the bedroom,  and doesn’t worry too much about any of these things.

There’s not that many men that occupy that space on TV today.

*I won’t go on about Timothy Olyphant all day, but he has a couple of really entertaining early roles. One is as the clueless rookie sidekick to Delroy Lindo’s stolen car cop character in the awful Nicolas Cage/Angelina Jolie Gone in 60 Seconds. Another early Olyphant role was in a mediocre gay romantic comedy called The Broken Hearts Club. That one’s fun to watch both for Olyphant as a studly gay man (!) and for Zach Braff’s ridiculous performance as a horny gymrat.