Friday, January 15, 2010

Depicting Reality, Responsibly [television]


Is MTV finally trying to step up and be responsible for the imagery they market to youth?



By the first decade of the 21st century, MTV had sunk from a pioneering music video channel, to a slightly less music-centric station that introduced the concept of "reality television" to the world, to the very lowest form of superficial, exploitative entertainment - all the while drifting farther and farther from the concept that catapulted them to the top of the pop culture spectrum.

Recently, however, the network seems to be more aware of the influence they hold over the youth of the world and - gasp - could it be that they've started taking steps to become more responsible with what they depict on their airwaves?

Tuning into MTV and its sister station VH1 today, you might never know that both stations once boasted a roster of all music videos all the time. In fact, you're not likely to ever see a video in its entirety anymore these days. Instead, you will find hour after hour of "reality" shows like their flagship "Real World" series, now in its 23rd season set in Washington, D.C.

"Real World" began as a kind of social experiment, putting seven strangers from all different walks of life in the same apartment for several months and filming the results.

The first few seasons sported castmembers as varied as police officers, standup comedians, cartoonists, doctors, aspiring musicians and even bike messengers. But by the time the show had reached its 12th season in Las Vegas, it had descended into non-stop booze-fueled orgies starring barely legal, barely functional, barely coherent 18 to 22-year-olds with no goals, no careers and no prerogatives other than partying and hooking up.

This was a trend that would continue until Season 20 of the show, which attempted to take away some of that stigma by requiring that castmembers actively pursue an individual career goal throughout the season. Even so, drinking and debauchery remained rampant, with one housemate even being sent to rehab for his substance abuse problems.

Sparked by the "Real World" legacy, MTV created several other reality shows focusing less on the social experiment concept and more on the potential for reality docu-drama. "My Super Sweet 16," "Laguna Beach," "The Hills" and "The City" took America's obsession with wealth, status and blind consumerism to new lows, packaging them as soap opera stories about the everyday lives of "average American teens."

In reality, the shows amounted to little more than how-to guides for leading frivolous, high-drama, low-awareness, image-obsessed consumerist lifestyles for young, impressionable youth. Often depicting underage drinking, rampant hookups and partying, shows like "Laguna Beach" and its spinoff "The Hills" taught teens - especially young women - that in order to be cool, you must wear the newest designer clothes and bags, sexualize your barely developed body so that men will shower you with affection, party in lavish beachside mansions and use school as little more than a place to meet potential sexual partners or makeout buddies.

"My Super Sweet 16" was devoted entirely to spotlighting spoiled rich kids as they devoted all their time and (parent's) money to throwing over-the-top, Hollywood-style parties in which they wear next to nothing (just like their idols), dance suggestively, feign drinking booze and inevitably receive a tricked-out luxury vehicle in front of a crowd of jealous, but awestruck onlookers. Essentially dress rehearsals for life as a coke addicted wannabe Hollywood debutante because, hey ... that's the dream, right?

The days of kids growing up with dreams of being astronauts or firefighters were long gone, replaced by such respectable career aspirations as "Bar Skank," "Person Who Is Famous Simply For Being Famous," "Insecure Drunk Slut Who Derives Self Worth From Anonymous Male Attention."

More recently with reality dating shows like "Flavor of Love," "Rock of Love," "Real Chance at Love" and "For The Love of Ray J," MTV Networks have yet again taken to seeking out unstable fame leeches, sticking them in a confined environment where booze is readily available at all times and the likelihood of stress-inducing situations are high and cashing in on the results. Even more disturbing is the image these shows put forth about the dynamics of romantic relationships.

Not only are contestants expected to fling themselves at a single alpha figure whom they are all vying for the affection of, they are treated as little more than outfits to be tried on, tested out and tossed aside before moving on to the next in the hopes of finding that perfect fit. One person making out with 10 different potential mates in the span of an hour is a common occurrence with no acknowledgment of how incredibly nasty and potentially dangerous that kind of behavior is. Uhh ... herpes, anyone?

But even in light of all of these negative, irresponsible images the network is portraying, I've noticed a new trend emerging, one that seems to be trying to counteract the harm they've caused and educate viewers on the potential pitfalls of the lifestyle the media so blatantly glamorizes.

In response to the images put forth by "My Super Sweet 16," MTV created "Exiled," a spinoff in which former stars of the "Sweet 16" show are sent by their families to live in third world countries for a reality check and to expose them to how most of the world lives while they waste their teen years coveting an unrealistically lavish lifestyle. The teens are adopted for a week by a family living in impoverished (compared to the society they come from) conditions and expected to live, work and contribute as they do in order to learn responsibility.

Dr. Drew Pinsky's "Celebrity Rehab" series sheds light on the end results of the glamorized party lifestyle made desirable by people like Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, Amy Winehouse and other stars idolized by susceptible youngsters. "Celebrity Rehab," "Sober House" and "Sex Rehab" attempt to expose the reality of substance abuse and more importantly, how trauma, insecurity, self doubt, family history and environment manifest themselves throughout people's lives in unhealthy, self destructive ways.

Viewers are not spared the explicit details of the patients' pasts, the inner workings of their minds and the depth of their self-reflection in hopes that average people will begin to understand the complexities of addiction and how it manifests itself in seemingly unrelated aspects of their lives.

Other shows attempt to teach people, usually the contestants on the network's more exploitative shows like "Rock of Love" and others, how to be responsible human beings through various forms of "charm school." These shows approach the psychology behind bad behavior and attempt to rehabilitate their castmembers by having celebrity figures and show hosts act as stand-ins for authority figures the contestants probably never had (or respected) in their lives growing up.

"Charm School," "From G's to Gents" and "Tough Love" are all examples of this kind of social experiment.

"Tough Love" especially is one of these psychological boot camps masquerading as a matchmaking show in which an alpha male acts as the disapproving father figure to a group of females that seek out male attention for validation or have unhealthy expectations of what a relationship is supposed to be. At first sight, "Tough Love" appears to be a very misogynistic show where a man stands on a high horse and belittles women in an attempt to mold them into "what men want." But on closer inspection, a lot of these girls really do need a stern hand to guide them and most women can tell you that something about the female dynamic makes it much easier for a woman to take male advice to heart than advice from a fellow female.

This is especially true of women who have a history of seeking male validation as they tend to view critical women as threats to them. When you take a step back and look at the ultimate goal of breaking down these women, it becomes less misogynistic and more therapeutic. They aren't being taught to be objects of male attention, but rather to respect themselves, have confidence, manners and common sense in order to start attracting the right kind of attention from the right kind of people.

In light of these attempts to seemingly balance out the images portrayed to youth and perhaps be a bit more responsible with the molding power the media giant possesses, more questions still remain. Is it too little too late? Are these methods actually effective? Have they already indoctrinated an entire generation of kids irreparably?

By exploiting the neuroses they themselves have actively contributed to the proliferation of, are they really helping the situation or just digging a deeper hole for themselves and their viewers? Is the fact that they still portray the negative imagery alongside the positive hypocritical?

Should MTV and the media in general be responsible for the images they advertise directly to children, teens and young adults? We're not talking about adult materials falling into the hands of minors here - this is no "Grand Theft Auto" violent video game scandal. This is meant specifically to appeal to minors and makes no attempt to cater itself to the mental susceptibility of the intended viewers.

It may take years to fully understand the implications and impact of the imagery and lifestyle the MTV Networks and other media outlets have burned into the psyches of the current generation of youngsters, but the discussion needs to happen now. On one hand, I'm proud of MTV for at least attempting to balance things out, but on the other I feel like they tow the line and even with the positive changes, weigh much more heavily on the side of negative reinforcement than being a positive role model for kids.

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repost from: www.insideblip.com


Friday, October 23, 2009

Flash Reviews: Battlestar Galactica: The Plan [television]

Battlestar Galactica: The Plan (2009)
Sci-Fi/Action/Drama; USA
112 minutes



Any reader of this site more than likely knows that my love of Ron Moore's "Battlestar Galactica" is rivaled only by my complete disdain for how the show ended its, up until then, nearly flawless run. For hardcore fans that were as disappointed with the finale as I was, "The Plan" was our last great hope for a decent send-off for the show. Unfortunately, nothing short of a flawless masterpiece of modern cinema could wash away that bad taste left by the sloppily thrown togehter ending and a flawless masterpiece "The Plan" is not.

That's not to say it's total garbage because there is a lot to enjoy about the story. There are some great dramatic scenes, a bunch of cool post-apocalyptic imagery, a whole heaping helping of nudity as well as interesting footnotes to previous seasons presented. However, the film itself ends up feeling more like a hodgepodge of deleted scenes rather than a complete, cohesive story. The plot jumps around the timeline, spanning from the original miniseries up until the end of Season 2, using footage from the show to provide context for the new additions. It's difficult to find a sensible story running through the patchwork of scenes and as a result the film acts more like a 2-hour "previously on Battlestar Galactica" bump than a true standalone movie like "Razor".

The one thing that holds "The Plan" together enough to be decently enjoyable is Dean Stockwell's excellent performance as Number One a.k.a. Brother John Cavil. I wasn't quite happy with the Season 4.5 turn his character made, essentially casting him as the villain in a series that up until that point had primarily been about the relative nature of good and evil, but as usual, when you flesh an idea out it becomes less black and white and that was definitely the case here. His actions and his character's psyche are the main draw of the film, which aside from that, merely retreads a lot of things that were always pretty solidly hinted at throughout the series, even if never expressly stated. Anyone who paid attention during the first two seasons of the show will already have known what the Cylon plan was and this movie does very little to shed more light on it. Actually, it makes it a little fuzzier by not dealing with or even acknowledging the Cylon's desire to reproduce naturally, which seemed to be a big part of their plan in the first few seasons.

Final verdict - for hardcore fans only.

Give this some time if you're into: Battlestar Galactica, boobs, ass, penis

'Sons of Anarchy' Pwns Network Television [television]

Basic cable series draws serious numbers with sheer badassery



We're big fans of FX's biker crime drama "Sons of Anarchy" here at Dangerous Days, so it's good news to hear that the show is finally finding an audience. This week, the series came out on top of the Tuesday night ratings pool - above Jay Leno and everything else in it's time slot - a rarity for a scripted drama on cable television.

In a post on his personal blog, "SoA" creator and former "The Shield" writer, Kurt Sutter, waxes philosophical about the problems major networks are facing with their programming formulas:

The reason most network scripted dramas suck is because of the process. For the most part, you have a collection of young, half-bright development executives who wouldn’t know a good story idea if it set itself on fire and fucked their mothers while singing “Cheyenne Anthem” from Leftoverture. So they do what most chimpanzees do -- they ape and throw shit. Developing shows based on what they think people want to see. Churning out clones of semi-successful shows. Looking for a “hook” to market. It’s never about the story or characters. That would demand talent, patience and an open mind.


That's exactly what I've been saying, Kurt...exactly! I gotta love a man after my own heart. Read the rest of Sutter's rant here.

"Sons of Anarchy" airs on the FX Network Tuesday nights at 10pm. Watch it!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Tyra Banks Must Be Stopped [television]

The former supermodel-turned-media-mogul is officially out of her goddamn mind



What is the single largest threat to our nation's impressionable youth? Reefer? Alcohol? Meth? Al Qaeda? Rap music?

No, folks. I have had a vision of the end and amongst all the fire and brimstone there was one face staring back at me with an evil, satisfied smile, joyously observing the chaos and destruction. It was the face of Lucifer himself, code name: Tyra Fucking Banks.

Back when she was just a former supermodel trying to break into the reality TV game with "America's Next Top Model," I didn't really have anything bad to say about Tyra. All I knew about her was that her body was pretty bangin' and that she did a stint on the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" way back before Will Smith was in every big budget sci-fi flick ever made.

She was harmless, really. But that's how they always start out. Then when she parlayed the success of her modeling series into a daytime talk show on network television, I thought, "Go girl! Make that money!" I wasn't mad at her.

However, that's when things started getting a little scary. After countless episodes watching her spout out armchair psychology to guests she brings on the show for the sole purpose of judging and condemning (under the guise of presenting the full spectrum of opinions), I started to ask myself -- what the hell qualifies this chick to get on a pedestal and pass judgment on anything, let alone the hot-button issues she so often tries to tackle in her quest to become the next Oprah?

I mean, let's be honest and go over the facts here. The only job she's ever had since her mid-teens is modeling. Her best friend is her mother. She's never gotten drunk or done drugs. She tried and failed at a music career. She tried and failed at an acting career (and continues to fail in her recent "Gossip Girl" guest spot).

She doesn't even have a college degree!

I'm not trying to be insulting, but generally when taking advice from someone, it's important to consider the source. For instance, you wouldn't get your matzah ball recipe from Mel Gibson, so why the hell would you even entertain Tyra Banks' thoughts on polyamory? Need I remind you that her best friend is her mom? I'm sorry, but this bitch knows nothing about polyamory!

But what about dating advice? That's an easy subject. She moved to Paris at 17 -- she must have had tons of experience with making dating mistakes, falling for the wrong guys, being taken advantage of for sex, making immature decisions without considering the consequences -- all the tragic things young girls go through trying to find themselves, right? Oh wait ... while she was supposed to be wasting away her late-teens doing coke rails off Parisian toilet seats and boning sleazy Euro-douche photographers on yachts in St. Bart's like any other self-respecting supermodel, she was sitting at home with her mom, painting her toenails and playing Scrabble.

The bitch is square!

What really gets me is when she attempts to talk about teens, especially females, having healthy body images. Don't get me wrong, I think kids today need an outlet to discuss these things, especially in a society that's so obsessed with sexualizing teens and promoting airbrushed ideals of beauty.

But again, consider the source.

You can tell kids, "Love yourself just the way you are," all you want, but when you show up on air with a different weave every episode and dedicate countless segments to beauty products that will help prevent wrinkles by smearing placenta on your face, you're kind of sending mixed signals.

"Sometimes, children, your natural beauty is a gift you should cherish and worship just the way it is, but sometimes it's a beast you should beat in line when it starts to deviate from the picturesque ideal you have in your head."

Recently, Banks debuted her new season on The CW by shelving the weaves for awhile and showing off her "real" hair as well as her slimmed down new physique. After her very public "kiss my fat ass" rally call a few seasons back, it would seem that Tyra herself has a hard time deciding if she wants to just be comfortable being a "normal person," as she implores her guests to do, or succumb to the strict standards of beauty that so offended her when she made that famous (as she'd have you believe) exclamation.

I'm not pointing these things out just to tear the woman down ... I simply feel like maybe she's not the right person to get up in front of millions of teens and act as some sort of guiding voice when she has neither a clear, consistent message nor the qualifications to educate youth without inadvertently turning their insecurities into full-blown psychological complexes.

But even that, folks, is not the real kicker here. Up until now I could live with the quagmire of Tyra's behavior. However, in light of the most recent season of "America's Next Top Model" Cycle 13 (aka "The Short Girl season") I can see a line in the sand quickly approaching.

It's obvious that Banks has had tons of success in the last decade of her career, to the point that she is inching ever closer to Oprah status with every new venture. Obvious, mostly because she never lets a second pass without reminding you just how spectacularly awesome she is -- whether it be by flaunting her Emmy wins, plastering oversized photos of herself over every inch of the Top Model house or by essentially acting like a big, voluptuous, tranny-fied pimp to the contestants, never for a moment allowing them to forget that she's given them everything and without her influence they would never even be considered by the modeling industry because of their height.

I only point this out because it's seeming obvious to me that the woman has become so successful that she no longer has anyone around her that will tell her "no" or slap some sense into her.

When it reaches the point that you are using the cross-promotion provided by your many television shows to attempt to coin new ridiculous phrases that you've made up yourself, hoping they'll catch on in the mainstream, you're about three to five years shy of Michael Jackson territory. When one reaches Michael Jackson territory (and yes, I believe that's the professional medical term), they are so insulated from reality by their own fame that it becomes impossible for anyone to realistically relay to them just how off their fucking rocker they truly are.

Like when someone with a straight face suggests that they stop calling them "makeovers" and instead call them "Ty-overs," as if that makes any kind of fucking sense whatsoever. Or shortening an already coined phrase "smile with your eyes" to one, easier to remember portmanteau - "smeyes."

Seriously, this is getting out of hand and believe me, it will only get worse unless someone stops this woman now before it's too late and we're all drinking Ty-Iced Tea at Star-Banks listening to Tyra's comeback album on our Ty-Pods.

Is that really the world you want your children growing up in?

Friday, October 9, 2009

Flash Reviews: Antichrist [movies]

Antichrist (2009)
Psychological Drama/Horror; Denmark
109 minutes



"Antichrist" is the latest in a long line of bleak emotional gut wrenchers that pit a solitary female lead against a wealth of horribly scarring situations from arthouse superstar Lars von Trier. The Danish director has received a whole slew of criticisms against the perceived misogyny and shock value of "Antichrist", which only serve to illuminate just how little most people actually pay attention during movies. Is this film misogynistic? Uh, noooooo. Does it deal with misogyny as one of it's themes? Like a motherfucker it does! A subtlety that most movie-goers can't seem to pick up on.

"Antichrist" reminded me a lot of Stanley Kubrick's adaptation of "The Shining". It's a very artsy take on the horror genre, relying more on psychological fear than killer-jumping-out-of-the-closet scares. It features a lead character that is a writer who loses her goddamn mind and turns violent in a secluded mountainy forest setting. Creepy, surreal imagery is abound. The husband/wife/child dynamic is explored and Charlotte Gainsbourg happens to look a lot like Shelley Duvall. The big difference is that "Antichrist" is way more overtly political in it's themes of gender roles and oppression.

It's easy to look at a film that features such an extreme female character doing such extreme things (uh, total understatement, btw...some of this is not for the faint of heart) as being sexist or misogynistic, as many critics obviously have, but doing so completely disregards the intent of depicting those things in the first place (and also half of the other content of the film). Was "American History X" a racist movie because it depicted racism? There's a huge difference between that and, say, the two racist-ass cultural stereotypes portrayed so obliviously in "Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen". Von Trier has a habit of putting his female leads through the ringer, but not necessarily out of some boner-inducing desire to see women suffer, but rather to illustrate just how much women do suffer in our male dominated world and how profound that suffering can be. Most importantly, he seeks to show that one, male or female, need not even be conscious of the oppression to actively participate in and contribute to it.

Give this some time if you're into: freaky shit, artsy-fartsy cinema, genital mutilation, gender identity, severe depression


Thursday, October 8, 2009

Flash Reviews: Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen [movies]

Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen (2009)
Action/Sci-Fi; USA
150 uncalled for minutes



Okay, so a lot of people called me an idiot for not liking JJ Abrams' "Star Trek", yet most people can universally agree that "Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen" is a steaming pile of highly saturated, lens flaring, shaky cam shit. WTF, people? They're both written by the same motherfuckers! They both exhibit the same forays into total random stupidity. To point out the shittiness of one is to admit the same qualities exist in the other.

There isn't much to say about this movie other than it's just totally wanktastic. The colors are bright and shiny, the CGI is over-the-top and almost looks like stop-motion at times (not in a good way), the writing is ridiculously stupid and the story is just like...why? I'll admit that the Decepticons are pretty cool and the stuff in space was somewhat awesome looking, but beyond that it's just a total waste of time and money. If you're going to do mindless eye-candy, then for the love of all that's holy, do it with some kind of conviction! I like to see shit blowing up as much as the next guy, but if that's all you've got then at least make it a "rollercoaster ride of thrills and spills" and not just a "slowly moving escalator of stumbles and near misses". See "G.I. Joe" instead - at least you'll be mildly entertained.

The one thing I will say is that "T:ROTF" has some of the most heinous displays of racism portrayed on film since "Birth of a Nation".

Meet "Mudflaps" and "Skids" (both names that evoke shit, coincidentally) - the two jive-talkin' sambo-bots that provide the slapstick comic relief and colorful commentary for the majority of the film. Why? Who the fuck knows! Because it's in the script, I guess. They'll soft-shoe their way into your hearts and then proceed to cut them out with a switchblade while raping all the white women you've ever known. But, by golly, aren't they a hoot!?

Now, to be fair, they aren't the only robots in the movie that talk like they've heard one too many Ice Cube songs - in fact, most of the side characters are consistently reppin' their street cred for some reason. However, these are the only two characters who look like their parents downed three bottles of Nyquil and chased it with a crack pick-me-up every single day while pregnant with them.

Give this some time if you're into: sitting through hours of crap in the hopes that you'll see a little hint of Megan Fox's boobs. (SPOILERS) YOU DON'T SEE ANY! NOT EVEN SIDE-BOOB!

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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Lack of Content

If you're wondering about the lack of Dangerous Days content lately, allow me to explain. See, what had happened was...I got married. Seriously. And now I'm about to go on my honeymoon. So for the next few weeks posts will be few and far between, but rest assured, come October the snark jihad will continue with more reviews, essays, rants and recommendations than you probably care to read.

Enjoy the hiatus, my friends!