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TV Guide Be Damned

September 23, 2005 · Leave a Comment


Every season there’s a show that hits it big. Said show proceeds to spawn clones of the hit formula and then subsequently creates a sub genre of television based around said formula. The most current example of this is the new “we’ve-run-out-of-original-ideas” concept of the “Procedural” spawned by the success of CBS’s “C.S.I.” program and its cardboard cut-out spin-offs.

The point is, that there is a constant argument regarding nothing being good on television anymore. I agree with that statement wholeheartedly, but also mention that everything is open to debate about the quality of entertainment versus one’s tastes and guilty pleasures {see previous post re: the “O.C.”}.

Consistently, though, there have been voices on television that seem to capture an audience and create a following akin to cult-like status. These creators don’t get copy-cat programs because rarely do the shows they voice become break-out hits which can be copied and recast to have similar successes. The three voices that I single out as a trinity of modern television are Joss Whedon, Aaron Sorkin, and Bill Lawrence.


Now, we’ll start with the lesser known of these this trifecta: Bill Lawrence of “Scrubs.” He represents the sitcom aspect the trinity. For those who’ve never seen the show, “Scrubs” follows three medical interns as they face the challenges and trials that await them as full-fledged doctors. The show is told from the perspective of the main character, J.D., who provides a voice-over and sets the tone for many of the comedic and dramatic scenes of the show. Throughout the show, J.D.’s daydreams about the situation are intercut with the scenes. There’s no laugh track and no live audience. There are no cardboard sets and 3/4 open stage shots. The whole show is filmed in a decommissioned hospital and filmed with the one camera method allowing for maximum mobility of point-of-view. Lawrence infuses his characters with equal parts physical comedy and warmth of character. Each episode can be about something tragic or hilarious, and be tempered with enough levity or drama to make it resonate for the simple twenty minutes of programming that it delivers to its audience.


While Lawrence has cornered the market for a unique voice in sitcoms, Aaron Sorkin has brought a new voice to the drama. While one of his most well known works has been the highly successful political series, the “West Wing,” his previous work on the dramedy, “Sports Night” set a tone for what he and his team of writers and directors can bring to a show. Many would characterize “Sports Night” as a sitcom, but the fact is, its lack of laughtrack, studio audience and situational comedy in general, move it into the same realm as the “West Wing”: a dramatic show with a great sense of humor. This seems to be Sorkin’s gift and is definitely carried over from his playwriting career. The back-and-forth banter, harsh emotional struggles, and ability to walk the tightrope between heart-wrenching monologue and ear-piercing melodrama are all skills learned on the stage and Sorkin manages to carry them with a professional demeanor and stride. While he may have broken new ground with the West Wing’s immaculate writing, he has since dropped out of the spotlight after being fired from the show he helped create. Without a doubt, whatever his next project, whenever it will be, Sorkin will continue to a talented and ground-breaking voice in television.


Finally, and I say finally because getting to this point takes a great deal of steeling myself for inevitable backlash, we have Joss Whedon. While widely known as the man who gave Sarah Michelle Gellar a career, Joss Whedon has been a writer in the television and media scene for the majority of his adult life. From staff-writing gigs on Roseanne to script-doctoring such movies as Speed and X-Men, Whedon’s trademark quips and dialogue can be found peppered throughout the industry. When the WB wanted something different for their fledgling network, Joss dug up his original ideas for what became the “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” feature film (don’t be weirded out if you don’t remember it. It starred Luke Perry) and spun a franchise that included merchandise, a spin-off show (“Angel” starring Buffy’s vampire ex-boyfriend) and even comics. A tour-de-force in sci-fi, Whedon even tried to create an unrelated show for Fox, the cult-favorite “Firefly” and its feature film “Serenity,” but his fame will always lie with the little girl with a destiny. In essence, besides Whedon’s brand for catchy banter and wisecracks (and even in some cases, musical numbers), all of his shows are about heroes and what it truly takes to be one in whatever fictional landscape he constructs. The most intriguing part of said landscape has always been his thinly-veiled metaphors for what they represent. In “Buffy,” we learned that high school can be Hell, literally. “Angel” showed us how our finding the path to being an adult and our place in this world can be torture. “Firefly” was his crowning opus that illustrated that just surviving every day in this world takes grit and heart. The following are lines from each of Whedon’s three series that can illustrate how just a few sentences are able to show the emotive core of what makes good television: “Buffy” – “The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.” “Angel” – “Heroes don’t accept the world the way it is. They fight it. “Firefly” – “We have done the impossible and that makes us mighty.”

Three voices of television that have, whether subtly or drastically, changed the standards of what makes good, well done entertainment. Thee voices whose names will always be synonymous with quality and inspiration. Three voices that a little glowing box will always need, despite what TV Guide may tell you.

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The new state of the graphic novel genre

September 15, 2005 · 1 Comment


Lately, there has been a swift upturn in the amount of focus put toward a subgenre of literature where serious fiction and the comic book are starting to seamlessly blend together: The Graphic Novel.


Now, in all fairness, the graphic novel has been around for going on thirty years. In fact, if you wanted to get technical, the first comic book series was essentially a graphic novel. Way back in the early 1920′s, when the only comics were the funny page strips in the newspaper, the ever popular (and horribly racist) “Yellow Kid” strips were collected into serial format to make a more direct profit for the syndicates publishing them. While not exactly a graphic novel, these collections started the serial format that birthed what comics would become during the late 1930′s.

Now when you fast forward to the days when serialized comics became collected into a larger, squarebound format called “trade paperbacks” (or “TPB’s”), a natural evolution began to occur. The sales of such collections in the direct market were enough to keep publishers writing it into their quarterlies for the remainder of the 20th century. What happened subsequently can only be described, if in keeping with the evolution metaphor, as Neanderthal discovering fire.

While it’s hazy in my scope of comic book trivia to pin down, somewhere in the late eighties and early nineties, publishers began to entertain the notion of original graphic novels (or “OGN’s”) whereupon the material inside was not a reprint or a collection, but rather an all-new story in the same squarebound format.


While there were many OGN’s published throughout this experimental period, none of them had the resonance or staying power of two such works published in the mid-eighties: “Watchmen” by Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons (while technically a TPB, as it was a collection of 12 comics, the book has been a seminal graphic novel icon) and “Maus” by Art Spiegalman. Both of these works have become so fixed as figureheads of the graphic novel genre that select college literature classes in some states have added them to required reading for almost five years now.

Recently, a resurgence has occurred in this realm, whereas the OGN and TPB are both becoming a staple of chain bookstores. What started a mixed bag of collected comic strips (deja vu), Spider-man and Superman TPB’s, and various imported manga (Japanese comic collections) has now blossomed into an organized locale of independent OGN’s, Mature TPB’s (not porn), and more manga than you can shake a copy of “Akira” at.


Due to this influx of interest, it has become much easier for independent publishers to garner the funds to start companies to continue the OGN as a format of change. Oni Press, AIT/Planetlar, and Top Shelf are all companies that have done everything in their power to get their books noticed as something fresh and with a distinct voice unheard in the mainstream. To top it off, the mature readers sub-publishing branch of DC Comics, Vertigo, has been the forerunner of the mass market adult TPB line of books since it started collecting its insanely popular “Sandman” and “Swamp Thing” titles. “Preacher,” “Y the Last Man,” and “Transmetropolitan” are all collections of theirs that seem to always be in high demand in both the direct comics market and retail bookstores.


This genre seems to be one that will be holding on with its very fingernails for the next few years, trying to be taken seriously and trying to be heard. The books that are being released are of such a diverse voice and passion that there seems to be something for everyone.

Recommendations are as follows:


Switchblade Honey (AIT/Planetlar): Imagine if Star Trek had been made by Guy Ritchie instead of Gene Roddenberry.


Street Angel (Slave Labor Graphics): She’s the ultimate martial arts, skateboarding, street urchin. Fighting demons, mad scientists, and algebra class.


Teenagers from Mars (Gigantic Graphic Novels): The ultimate testament to rebellion and fighting for the pinnacle of freedom: The right to read comics! It’s better than I can possibly describe it.


Last of the Independents (AIT/Planetlar): Probably the best movie never made. A bank heist goes off without a hitch until the crew tries to get away with what turns out to be mob money. The perfect blend of 70′s era action and modern story-telling.


Planetary(DC/Wildstorm): Three archaeologists of the unknown track the secret history of Earth’s super heroes that no one knows exist. Part satire, part sci-fi epic, full-tilt story-telling.


Full Moon Fever (AIT/Planetlar): When you mix “Alien” and “The Howling” you get Full Moon Fever. A repair crew is called to a space port on the moon only to discover the base’s occupants either dead or turned into werewolves.


Slow News Day (Oni Press): An aspiring American screenplay writer, heads to England to spend some time at a local newspaper as creative fodder for her project. She partners with prickly, but loveable, Owen, and keeps in touch with her ambitious boyfriend back in the states. Conflict ensues and lessons are learned. “Notting Hill/Four Weddings and a Funeral”-style humor set against unique art and storyboarding.


Hawaiian Dick (Image Comics): Two-parts “Magnum P.I.,” one-part “X-Files” set in 1950′s Hawaii. A private investigator named Bird gets himself mixed up in everything from the mob to the supernatural all while trying to just pay his bar tab.

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Thoughts on a genre

September 15, 2005 · Leave a Comment

It occurs to me that not many people are aware of the genre of British film known as, “gangster pictures.” In America, we really don’t have much for this genre. It gets folded into “film noir” or “action” or in the case of Scorsese or Coppola, “drama.” Quentin Tarantino is probably the only writer director that has managed to rival the British gangster style with his mainstream work, and even then only with two of his films (Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction).

While we here in the U.S. may have seen some stateside remakes of classic imports from Great Britain (Italian Job, Get Carter, etc.), these pathetic “reinterpretations” are no match for the current slate of imports that are actually of the genre made by the team of Guy Ritchie and Matthew Vaughn.

To understand the appeal of this genre is to understand two problems that mainstream audiences have with the films when trying to view them: 1) the accents and the slang and 2) the complete lack of redeemable characters. These two complaints can be settled with the following rebuttals: 1) get cultured, you isolationist pricks and 2) welcome to the world of crime and criminals.

Given the fact that the actual concept of an anti-hero is lost on the mass audience, it doesn’t seem to hard to grasp that they would have a hard time trying to figure out which character they’re supposed to root for; trying to overcome the “lesser of two evils” approach to understanding. What should be kept in mind during the viewing of the British gangster genre is that, upon multiple viewings of the same type of movies, you’ll begin to learn what is so fascinating about this particular type of film versus other action or dramatic pictures: criminals make better characters than cops. It’s an unfortunate realization to come to in the current good vs. evil climate of world events, but, let’s face it: the true depths of desperation and depravity that exist in the romanticized view of the gangster that was ingrained in cinema due to characters pioneered by American filmmakers during the forties and fifties. It has become slightly apparent that the British, while maybe coopting these archetypes, are almost taking them in new directions while American filmmakers are almost neutered to the idea of making a villain a protagonist.

That seems to be something that is lost in current crime drama, save for The Sopranos and the Shield on television, both of which are constantly under fire for there complete lack of “moral fiber” or “positive messages” from parent groups.

While viewing the latest offering from the U.K., Layer Cake, I was awe-struck at the level of depth given to the criminal underworld. It was almost a masterpiece of filmmaking… but then the reality sets in: you’re dealing with characters that no one can support in a world populated by evil and the only thing you’re hoping for is that the less-bad guys will be able to continue to profit from their dealings in drugs and violence.

If there is a more interesting two hours to be engrossed in, a genre more entertaining and stimulating, then please, speak up for that genre now. I don’t think it exists in modern cinema.

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How I learned to stop worrying and love the O.C.

September 8, 2005 · Leave a Comment

I can vividly recall the exact circumstances that led me to tune into the primetime soap experience titled, the “O.C.” It was almost a year ago and I was reading a blog by Heidi McDonald, a comic book editor and commentator. Since apparently the show contained constant and slightly positive references to comic books, McDonald had started to run weekly columns reviewing the show.

The prospect of mainstream exposure for something that had always been a closet passion of mine slightly intrigued me. Also, subsequent information that one of the primary “O.C.” writers was going to be involved in some upcoming comic titles that I was interested in reading continued to pique my interest. Thus, I decided to give the show a look. If for no other reason than just to know what the current pop culture impression of a “fanboy” was. Fortunately for me, my good friend, Kelly [see previous posts] was something of an “O.C.” fanatic. Kelly knew the first season inside and out and had been following the second season religiously (right down to “Fight Club”-style rules of watching the show in her presence). Having someone who was up to date on subplots and characters was going to be a bonus. This, I thought, would allow me to study the show for my curiosity and not get lost in the myriad of melodramatic plot developments.

That night’s particular episode was actually going to be about three of the characters trying to sell their own comic book idea to a major (and legitimate) comic book publisher. Elsewhere on the show, two other characters were breaking up while two female characters were hooking up. This is where Kelly was a big help. I had no idea what the hell was going on. From just the observations of a first-time viewer, The “O.C.” was a cardboard cut-out teen soap opera, spiced up with for a jaded audience of teenagers with attention deficit disorder. I was wrong.

What I discovered was something unexpected: It turned out that the creators of the “O.C.” had pulled one over on the Fox network. They had created a dramedy filled with well-written roles and winning dialogue under the veil of cliched primetime recycled “90210″ plots and predictable, over-used cliffhangers. The actors and the writers of the show had crafted wholly watchable and engaging characters. No matter what else happened on the show, whether it be break-ups, ragers, infidelity, or maguffins, the moments where the players just got a chance to talk and interact with wit and charm, however briefly, made the entire episode worth watching. These moments could then draw you into the ham-fisted drama so you’d give enough of a care to “tune in” next week to find what “major” or “life-changing” moment of the season might occur. In short, the writing made you smitten with the characters and that kept you around past the teaser.

So what’s it about? We’ll start with Peter Gallegher since he has garnered some of the most acclaim that it has been bestowed on the show. This is due to his excellent portrayal of Sandy, the beleaguered patriarch of the Cohen family. He not only has to deal with his adopted son Ryan (played with brooding intensity by Ben McKenzie), a former juvenile delinquent that Sandy took in to try to help him have a future; Seth (played with rapid-fire geek exuberance by Adam Brody), his wayward, anti-social offspring who hates the plastic world of southern California and yearns for acceptance for his nerdness. Sandy’s marriage to Kirsten (Kelly Rowan) involves him in all of the upper class drama of the community due to her coming from the affluent Nichol family. Also, her old high school flame, Jimmy Cooper, and his wife, Julie, are a constant cause of conflict. Marissa Cooper, their daughter, is the love interest of Ryan, while her best friend Summer is Seth’s dream woman. That, in a nutshell, is the “O.C.”

In short, nothing that television hasn’t seen before. Some of the highlights of the interactions between these characters come from the relationship Sandy has with the boys, Seth and Ryan’s dialogues about relationships, Summer and Seth’s relationship ups and downs, and the marriage of Kirsten and Sandy. Everything they go through is to hold the family together. These interactions bring out the best in the writing staff and their ability to craft a scene with banter and
sincere dialogue that may not sound realistic, but is always charming.

But the comic book references? They are aplenty. Ryan and Seth, are actually well-portrayed comic book fans. Seth is rabid “fanboy” who rarely gets respect for his interests while Ryan is a passive aficiado who understands all of the trivia that Seth drops, but would never admit to being as into it as he is. Summer, Seth’s love interest, has not only dressed up as Wonder Woman to try to win his affections, but has also shared a fan-favorite homage to Spider-man with a recreation of the upside-down kiss in the rain scene from the feature film. A previous character on the show, Anna (played by Samaire Armstrong), gave many rants about graphic novels versus comic books and even went so far as to make Seth a comic for Chrismukkah (don’t ask).

Now, I’m just as cultured as the next 20-something, and would never recommend the “O.C.” to anyone seeking quality television. I will, however, say I know why it isn’t the blight on primetime schedules a la “One Tree Hill” or “Smallville”. In their own way, Josh Schwartz, Allen Heinberg, et al and Ryan, Seth, Marissa, Summer, Sandy, Kirsten, Julie, and Jimmy are your corner bar’s drink special. They’re not good for you, and it’s not even something you’d pass along to a friend, but it does make you feel good. When you’re down, it’s an escape that makes you feel a little better. Winning characters have this ability because they’re almost like that acquaintance that always cheers you up.

Personally, I could care less if Ryan and Marissa ever got together or if Seth ever manages to make things work with Summer. These paltry little plot devices disguised as drama are not what makes this a worthwhile hour of TV. The characters, the actors, the dialogue, the sheer charm of the writing; this is what can truly draw you into this show. I’ll continue to watch because just listening to them talk about these “events” is worth the black mark on my record of taste in entertainment.

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“Tricked” by Alex Robinson

September 8, 2005 · 1 Comment


So the bitch of being someone with an overactive imagination and a love of certain genres of literature is that sometimes you just can’t put down a good story. Whether it’s an autobiography of a transvestite revolutionary or the six-hour version of Dune on a bootleg videotape, some of the smartest people I know have wasted entire days on getting through a single, enveloping story in one sitting. Me? I just blew four hours reading the new Alex Robinson graphic novel, Tricked. The story follows six characters and their peripherals as they all slowly begin to converge on the singular event they will inevitably share. The chapters descend instead of ascend to the climax of the book. Robinson, for those who’ve never heard the name, wrote the excellent and surprisingly well-paced Box Office Poison and his long-delayed follow-up, just like a musician trying to climb back from a one hit wonder record, has a degree of patience and growth that adds to his still constant grasp of dialogue, emotion, and terrific character studies translated to words and pictures. It’s a good time.

Tricked is 19.99 and is the intimidating size of a small text book, but don’t worry: there’re plenty of pictures. It IS a graphic novel, after all.

Every once in awhile, it feels great to pimp this shit.

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Wha’ happenen’?

September 8, 2005 · Leave a Comment

It came to my attention that I needed to split my blog up. Writing about my thoughts on pop culture and writing about myself were starting to become a little too… inseparable. This is “Powered by Pop Culture” and will be where all of my posts concerning my interests and my reviews will be posted. If you’d rather listen to my pontificate and bemoan, you always know where to go. If not, here’s where you should bookmark. Enjoy.

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