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a face in the crowd

a face in the crowd is a film every one should see.  it isn’t a fun movie.  it might feel long in places.  perhaps, for the standard movie-goer, it doesn’t hold up well to repeated viewings.   but it’s an important film.  and whether you like it or not, it leaves a grim impression on the viewer which you will probably never get totally free of.

it was the first film for andy griffith, who was just getting his career going.  he would hardly have the chance to play such a wild and dramaticly interesting character again, getting largely typecast as an honest, smart and patient southern man for most of his career.  this happens to be not far from the type of man he seems to have been, so good for him.

but his character here, a ne’er-do-well ruffian named lonesome rhodes, is a far cry from the rest of griffith’s body of work.  his dark portrayal is solidified by elia kazan’s hopscotching directorial style and wickedly ironic and irrelevant montage.

the film starts out as marcia jeffries (patricia neal) is doing a radio show for her uncle’s station.  her show is called ‘a face in the crowd’ and she gets the idea to go to the local jail and interview whoever she finds.

in the jail she comes across lonesome rhodes (andy griffith).  he’s a hungover tramp in for a brief stint and after a little arguing he agrees to sing a little song, since he has a guitar with him.  actually it’s more than arguing.  he only agrees to talk to marcia after the sheriff agrees to cut short his sentence.

so he sings a song which is soulful and bluesy.  he spouts some observations about people.  marcia leaves satisfied.

but people who hear the broadcast are taken with lonesome.  they mistake his simple and quite obvious observations about their lives as insight and actual caring.  some calls come in.  and so marcia finds lonesome and puts him on the radio for a regular show.

his show is a mix of songs and rants.  almost immediately lonesome gets a sense of the power inherent in having uncritical strangers listen to you.  he soon uses this power to get revenge after a slight and then to try to influence a local election.

soon the big city comes calling and they want to put lonesome rhodes on television.  he goes and meets with the network.

the sponsor is a pill called ‘vita-jex’ which seems like a snake oil type cure-all product for men that will give them energy, sharpness, and quite possibly, better erections.  lonesome himself helps with the marketing by coming up with a song and a strategy.  the commercial features bouncing, grateful women who are now so pleased with their men they can barely contain themselves.

lonesome soon achieves success on television.  he meets a behind-the-scenes politico who wants lonesome to consult on a friend’s presidential run.

he is a superstar and is on track to marry marcia, but soon betrays her by marrying an underage baton twirler (lee remick) as he starts his downward slide.

eventually lonesome rhodes gets too big for his own britches.  he goes to far.  he says too much.  he has a fall from grace.

that’s about as much as i want to say about the plot.  the script is sly and cynical, smart and relentless.  it was written by budd schulberg, who also wrote on the waterfront.

the film is social criticism of the best kind, and although it’s not very subtle, it’s extremely effective.

watching the movie now it’s very hard to not make parallels to people like rush limbaugh, sean hannity, glenn beck and bill o’reilly.  these men all seem to practice a similar, emotionally based trade of playing upon people’s feelings of fear and superiority to consolidate power and wealth.

it’s hard to ever take men like this seriously after seeing lonesome rhodes’ story.  are they just like him?  are they also brimming with contempt for the people they pander to?  are they only saying what they say to keep people riled up but also to keep them as thoughtless, uninformed consumers?  how much of them is just entertainment and how much is real?  can anyone in the media really be believed?

above is a segment from lonesome rhodes’ tv show which serves as a quasi-commercial for vita-jex.   notice how really little has changed in the tenor of the marketing of bullshit from 1957 till now.  people now, as then, are attracted to simple solutions which satisfy their emotions and sense of self worth and importance.    and what’s simpler than a pill to make everything better?

i challenge to you watch a commercial for viagra or cialis or even heart medication and not think of this ad for a long, long time.  maybe it’s me, but i cannot help but reference it when i see ads for almost anything.    i first saw this film when i was 10 or 11 and the impression it left on me has never diminished.   to this day i can never watch an ad and see it just for what it is.  i can’t take the pitch seriously and if i can’t laugh at part of it, i criticize it instead.

i have the same response to anyone in the media, whether it’s rachel maddow, jon stewart or the above mentioned right wingers.  with anything that someone in the media is trying to communicate i catch myself asking these questions:  who is saying this?  what does the person writing or saying this what me to think, and why?  how do they or anyone else benefit from me thinking that?  and the result is i can hardly take anything in the media seriously, either.

i credit this film with putting the seed of that idea in my head when i first saw it as a little kid.  now when i watch this film, it’s like having one of my favorite meals again.  i enjoy it.  i’m reminded why i like it.  it’s one of the greats.

below is a trailer for the film which i think is what played in the theaters.  i don’t think it does nearly enough to sell what this film actually is.  watching the trailer but knowing the film, i’m struck by how much even the marketing of films has changed.

if this film was to be released now, each and every turn in the scenario would be spelled out.  there’d be as little mystery to what this film really was as possible.  i don’t think i like this trailer below…but i still prefer it to how it would probably be edited together for the film’s trailer in the current media climate.

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i rewatched ‘network’ – you should too

network is a remarkable film.  it had a tremendous cast out front, a sure-handed veteran director and one of the best writers of film or television behind it.

it’s been written about at length so i don’t know why i’m bothering but maybe a few people who might not otherwise see it will check it out because of this, and that would be something.

it’s a film …. about tv.  it’s a story about television and what the prevalence of this type of media means.  it’s a meditation of the nature of news and journalism in general.  and in the end, it’s a treatise on just what the corporate culture might portend for mankind.  it even puts forth the perfectly viable thesis that it will lead inevitably to globalism.

the film tells several stories.

most famously it is the story of howard beale (peter finch), a tv newsman who is told he is being let go in two weeks.  he goes on the air to announce that on his last broadcast he will kill himself.  as things develop he does not do that.  he feels a bit of liberation having said what was on his mind and is allowed to return to the air.  instead of threatening to do himself in, he urges the audience to go to their windows and yell ‘i’m as mad as hell, and i’m not going to take it anymore”.

soon beale is in love with the sound of his own voice and firmly believes in the truth of his often meandering musings.  he’s probably losing his mind a bit.  he imagines god talks to him in bed one night.  instead of being fired he gets a new show and is referred to as the ‘mad prophet of the airwaves’.    you really find it hard watching this movie to not compare him to people like sean hannity, glenn beck or bill o’reilly.

another story in the film follows max schumacher (william holden) who was howard’s producer.  frustrated with the network being sold and the news division becoming a commercial entity, he leaves the network.

he is the conscience of the film.  although the film has brief narration in a couple of spots, it is really schumacher’s dialogue that serves to inform the audience of what they need to understand about the proceedings, if the satire isn’t being clear enough.

in the fracas of leaving the network he hooks up with an insanely ambitious producer (faye dunaway) and leaves his wife to live with her.

the story of societies changing concerns and the different approaches to existence between generations are laid bare in their relationship.   there’s a breakup scene that is particularly heartbreaking – both in it’s content and in it’s clarity about the human condition.  the writing throughout the movie is sharp edged, smart and sly, but in the scenes between william holden and faye dunaway, it’s just jaw droppingly honest.

the third rail of this story is that of diana christensen’s (faye dunaway) work in television production.  she is a precursor to the types of folks that must be running television now.  she’s concerned solely with ratings and trends.  she wants eyes on the screen, no matter the cost.

in a curious turn she advocates a version of reality tv.   in the film there is a patty hearst style kidnapping and the heiress involved is caught on tape in a bank robbery.  she is fascinated with this bit of footage and endeavors to ‘create’ more of it.

how does she do this?  she contracts with a terrorist group to take cameras with them when they commit crimes.   there’s a hilarious and biting scene where she is negotiating terms with the terrorists.  though they are black militants and are supposed to be fighting for a cause, they curiously become acutely aware of contract litigation and fight tooth and nail for the last point and every bit of the back end.

her work pleases her boss, frank hackett (robert duvall), until howard beale’s rantings get a little to pointed at the network and his ratings dip.

their ambition is so rabid that they decide to kill howard beale.  they decide to do it on television.  they get their terrorists to do it.

before his assassination, howard is taken to meet with the chairman of the board of the parent company which owns the network.  howard had been saying some awful things about an impending merger.  as it turns out his words cost a lot of people a lot of money.

but the chairman isn’t firing him.  he’s apparently taken a liking to howard.  he thinks he can influence howard to make him a proper, mad dog puppet.  the chairman is played by ned beatty, and he plays the scene like a god, bellowing at howard beale at the end of a huge boardroom table.  the office is described as ‘valhalla’.  he is, indeed, a corporate god.  he is not the creator of the universe, but he and men like him are the determiner of what life in this universe will be like.

the scene is below and i’ve put the text of it, too.   it’s that good.  check it out.

You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won’t have it. Is that clear? You think you’ve merely stopped a business deal? That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back. It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity. It is ecological balance. You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations; there are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems; one vast, interwoven, interacting, multivaried, multinational dominion of dollars.

What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state? Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions, just like we do.

It is the international system of currency which determines the vitality of life on this planet. THAT is the natural order of things today. THAT is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today. And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature. And YOU WILL ATONE. Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little 21-inch screen and howl about America, and democracy. There is no America; there is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today.

The world is a business, Mr. Beale; it has been since man crawled out of the slime. Our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that perfect world in which there’s no war or famine, oppression or brutality – one vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock – all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.

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