Please welcome author Tom Sawyer back to the blog
today.
MOVIES: PREVIEWS OF COMING ATTRACTIONS DISTRACTIONS
by Thomas B. Sawyer
by Thomas B. Sawyer
“That would’ve been
really good if they’d only…”
“Whoa – did I like –
youknow – miss something…?”
“I – wanted to like it,
but...”
“The thing of it is –
why didn’t she just go ‘I love you…?’”
“It was sort of – I
dunno – not very satisfying, y’knowwhatImean?”
“Am I imagining it – or
was that as dumb as I think it was…?”
“It was okay, except
the whole time – I kept wondering about…”
If the above-type
comments sound familiar it’s probably because you’ve been to a lot of movies in
the last few years, where you’ve heard them whispered by people sitting near
you, or spoken with mystification as they were leaving the theater. Hey, you’ve probably said them yourself. And wondered why you just spent so many
dollars per ticket, plus parking and overpriced popcorn or Milk Duds, to sit
through another disappointing, mega-hyped turkey that, even with gazillions of
bucks worth of marquee names and special effects, wasn’t as good as the worst
episode of your favorite TV series.
This was illustrated some
years ago when I informally polled my UCLA Screenwriting class on how many of
those present had seen the then-recent thriller, Enemy of the State. About half
of them – a dozen or so – raised their
hands.
For those unfamiliar
with the film, Enemy was yet another
take on the classic Hitchcock/McGuffin story in which an innocent man, this time
played by Will Smith, is pursued with lethal intent by the forces of darkness
because he has unknowingly come into possession of something they desperately
want. In this case it’s a computer disk,
for the recovery of which the bad guys are more than willing to commit
unlimited carnage, no matter the expense in fake blood and high-end special
effects.
Further, in this
for-the-most-part well-made chase-film the bad guys are super bad, with super capabilities. Led by an excellently villainous Jon Voight,
they are a faction of the National Security Agency who have at their disposal
unlimited resources, from super computers to super spy satellites to ominous
black helicopters to the latest weapons.
The movie posited that
in the then-today’s world even the concept
of privacy was old hat (welcome to the future). The filmmakers wanted us to believe
that these heavies, via their state-of-the-art technologies, can track anybody,
anywhere, anytime. They can listen to us
on any phone, watch us via satellite on any street or in any alley, or via any
video security camera – from convenience store to lingerie shop – and even, using
digital x-ray, instantly pinpoint our location in the bowels the most complex
building. As a matter of fact, with the tiny electronic devices they plant on
Will Smith’s person, they can hear his stomach gurgle, though what anyone might
want with such data is difficult to understand.
In short, according to
this movie, there was noplace where Will Smith could hide. Further, there was no question that these
guys are deadly serious about nailing Will. That, basically, was Enemy of the State – the relentless
pursuit by a government agency that will stop at nothing – of a hapless though
far from stupid man-on-the-run, and his attempts at evasion and derring-do
escapes.
There is a venerated
principle of drama, known as the “Rifle-on-the-Mantelpiece Rule.” Postulated by
the great Russian playwright, Anton Chekhov, it states that if, as the curtain
rises on Act One, a rifle (or any other loaded – forgive the pun – symbol) is
hanging above the mantelpiece (or otherwise visible to the audience), it must be used before the final curtain
falls – for a purpose more meaningful than simply telling the audience that its
owner is, say, an NRA member. Why this
rule? Because by displaying the rifle so
prominently – with all its symbolism and lethal power (as opposed to something
benign, like a tea service), the audience expects
it to be used. They are waiting for
it to be used. Otherwise why put it there? The author has in effect made a pact with the
audience. If that pact is violated, the
audience feels cheated.
Now -- in Enemy of the State the “Rifle” takes the
form of Will Smith’s wife and small son, to both of whom he is deeply
devoted. In fact, the script goes to
some pains to make sure the audience understands how deeply. Why did the
filmmakers do this? To make us like Will,
to feel sympathy for him. Fair
enough. So far. But as a story-point, it logically makes him
all the more vulnerable to the villains.
Why bother to chase Will when, with their above-described all-seeing,
all-knowing capabilities, they can easily grab his loved ones and Will gives up
the game, right?
In a big-time movie,
one would think so. But in this instance, sadly, one would be seriously Wrong.
Instead, in the NSA’s
ruthless, budget-busting, stunt-and-special-effects-packed efforts to catch up
with Will so they can retrieve their disk and kill him, these super-smart,
super-resourceful bad guys blow up buildings and crash vehicles with mindless
abandon, brutally murder almost everyone with whom Will Smith has associated, one-time
girlfriend and total innocents included, stopping at absolutely nothing – except – for reasons presumably known only to
the writer(s) and the director of this otherwise professional exercise in noisy
stimulus/response mass entertainment – they never
go after Will’s sitting-duck wife and child.
They never used the “Rifle.”
Getting back to the
UCLA class, those who admitted to seeing the movie were then asked how many of
them had been distracted – while they were watching the film – by this
arbitrary, glaringly illogical omission, wondering first when the heavies would go after his family, and finally, why they didn’t. All but one raised their hands. The one who did not explained that it didn’t
disturb him till after he left the
theater.
Most of them, like most
of the audiences, sat there thinking about what should have been happening up on the screen. Which, as anyone in
the entertainment business will tell you, is not just counterproductive, it is
pro-destructive, downright people-displeasing.
Annoyingly, for today’s
moviegoers the foregoing is a far-from-isolated phenomenon, the kind of
audience-distraction that by comparison makes the rattling of candy wrappers
and buzzing of cell phones almost a pleasure. The mystery is -- in films on
which such megabucks are lavished -- why
don’t they bother to fix such fundamental story glitches?
There are, of course,
several possible explanations for this phenomenon. One might be – dare we admit it – contempt
for the audience’s intelligence. Not
unreasonable given Hollywood-size egos and their almost Beltway isolation from
the public. Yet another could be – to paraphrase that eminent
screenwriter/philosopher, William Goldman, they-don’t-know-what-they-are-doing.
A less damning
and perhaps more plausible reason for the failure to repair such basic goofs
may be endemic to the present-day state of the process itself, in which an
almost religious belief prevails that the more writers thrown at a screenplay,
the better it will become. Sometimes it works. Too often it does not.
The problem being that
it’s unlikely any of these scribes
will have the intimate overall knowledge of the piece – of its structure and
subtleties – that the original writer might have had. Which makes it all-too-easy for a telling
moment, a line of dialogue, or an entire scene to be dropped or altered in ways
that create new problems even as the old ones are being addressed. And often in the rush to production, the new
ones are overlooked. In television this
is referred to as “pulling threads.” Screenplays, like teleplays and stage
plays, are after all, fragile houses of cards; remove one and the entire
structure may tend to collapse.
This “General Drift”
syndrome was beautifully documented some years ago by John Gregory Dunne in his
book, Monster: Living Off the Big Screen,
an account of the gradual mutation during 27 studio-demanded rewrites, of his
and his wife, Joan Didion’s screenplay for what eventually became Up Close and Personal, a bland, so-so
movie despite its money-in-the-bank stars, Michelle Pfeiffer and Robert
Redford. Essentially, Monster tells
us, with a sufficient number of hands tinkering in the mix, even well
intentioned ones, it happens.
Nor can the problem be
lack of money. The mystery is, if a
production company is going to spend 50 to 80 million dollars or more to give a
movie the pizzazz, production values and star power to make it a major hit –
why not go that extra inch to
identify and fix such details? Why not end up with, say, a When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless
in Seattle, The Fugitive, or Raiders
of the Lost Ark, etc., films that were massively entertaining and left us satisfied – without nagging
loose-end residue?
And especially
egregious examples extend to today’s snowballed number of fantasy movies. This, I am convinced, is partly due to the
form giving such free reign to writers’ imaginations – the chance to create
entire Worlds for which the author makes up the rules – wherein they sometimes
forget that solid storytelling principles apply to them.
A huge-budget example
from a few years ago: Super Eight.
Early on, a Space-something disintegrates. The pieces are everywhere, including
one on the nightstand of one of the young protagonists. And the film keeps
cutting to it, vibrating as if it has some sort of life-of-its-own. And thus
setting up the audience to expect – something important to the story?
It
never happened.
These are hardly
isolated instances.
Okay, aesthetics aside,
let’s get to the hard questions, the ones that count, the ones asked, finally, by those-who-pass-for-today’s-moguls.
Suppose the script actually makes sense – will that really make any difference? Might fixing these things affect the grosses? Might it matter in terms of word-of-mouth, of a film getting legs
instead of being yanked in the first few weeks?
Might it transform a schlepper
into a winner – or even a hit into a mega-hit?
As a writer I have to believe it does make a difference. And as a movie-lover who is less and less
inclined to pay to see today’s films, I know
it would.
Tom Sawyer © 2019
Edgar & Emmy-nominated, Tom
Sawyer was Head Writer/Showrunner of the classic CBS series, MURDER, SHE WROTE, for which he
wrote 24 episodes. Tom sold, then wrote 9 series pilots, was Head
Writer/Showrunner or Producer on 15 network series. Tom wrote/directed/produced
the feature-film comedy, ALICE GOODBODY. He is co-librettist/lyricist ofJACK, an opera about JFK which has been performed to acclaim in
the US and Europe. Tom authored bestselling mystery/thrillers THE SIXTEENTH MAN, & NO PLACE TO RUN. His latest, a
mystery/thriller-with-humor: A MAJORPRODUCTION!, 2nd in a series
featuring NY PI Barney Moon, who doesn’t drive, sees LA as an Alien Planet, and is stuckthere. www.thomasbsawyer.com
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