I know two very successful practitioners in dramatic
television who tried but were unable to make it in comedy. Sometimes, only the distancing perspective of
time allows you realize you are one television genre away from hitting the
bulls-eye. Who knows? Maybe even today, they regard scoring big-time
in a neighboring arena as a palliating consolation prize.
“I got drama. But what
I really wanted was comedy.”
As in,
“I got Miranda. But what
I really wanted was her sister.”
Or maybe they’re grownups, and they came to realize they’d
been aiming at the wrong target, and were eminently grateful in the end to have
hit anything.
My story is somewhat different. I did fine in comedy. But it occurs to me that my actual métier was
reality television.
Which I could not have participated in at the beginning of
my career because, aside from Candid
Camera, reality television did not then exist. I could, however, have jumped onboard
subsequently. I believe I’d have been a
“natural.”
As frequently mentioned, I have always been an enthusiast of
the real and the actual, favoring non-fiction over its fictional
alternative. Why, my mind tells me,
should I be interested in the romantic entanglements of fabricated
characters? Or their life and death
struggles, for that matter? Fictional
characters can’t die. So what’s there to
worry about?
I have always believed that everyone’s personal biography is
potentially fascinating. But in scripted
television drama, if you are not a doctor, a lawyer or a police officer, your
only reliable spot on the television spectrum is “Viewer”, consuming series
about doctors, lawyers and police officers.
Maybe in fiction, that’s true – though I doubt it. But even so, fiction is no longer the whole
story.
Long ago, I recall watching a one-hour documentary concerning
the “Specialty Personnel” at the Waldorf
Astoria Hotel in Manhattan.
Interwoven in the program were the daily sagas of the Head Doorman, a
wedding planner and the hotel’s concierge.
The show was totally engrossing to me. Regular people, tackling the everyday crises
associated with their work.
Two thoughts occurred to me, possibly three – I have not listed
them yet. One: If I’m
fascinated by the day-to-day challenges of these everyday vocations, others
across America (and Canada) are likely to be also. Two: If,
as I imagined they would be, a lot of
people are interested – then that’s a show.
And Three – it turns out there were three of them after all: It is possible – even, likely – that there
are enough fascinating venues whose day-to-day activities could be chronicled to
fill an entire weekly schedule.
And I am thinking this before there were any reality series
on television.
Oh, look! (Note: This actually happened.) There’s media mogul Ted Turner trodding the
treadmill at my very own gym. Is that an
omen, or what? Y’know, I could saunter right over, pitch Ted
my idea, and who knows? I could wind up
Creator and President of television’s first and only…
“Reality Network”!!!
Now normally, I am not
“that guy” who has dozens of crazy ideas they are certain will make
millions. And, being not normally “that
guy”, I was convinced that the only idea of this magnitude I had ever come up in
my life with was a sensational one. I
was ablaze with excitement and inner conviction. It was like “finding religion.” Only it was Reality TV.
I raced home from the gym and told Dr. M about my idea, and
about pitching it to Ted Turner.
She did not care for it.
Her critique in a two words:
“It’s unrealistic.”
If I’d been in the proper frame of mind, an idea about a reality
network considered “unrealistic”? – I might have found that ironically humorous. Instead I just fumed.
And I ultimately forgot about it.
Later, reality television revolutionized the medium. (I had admittedly no Survivor or Big Brother
scenarios in mind. But my son-in-law Tim
recently edited a weekly “First Responders in New Orleans” series, and that was
exactly what I was talking about. The “First
Responders” show was produced by Dick Wolf, the mastermind behind the Law & Order empire. I bet his
wife didn’t tell him it was
“unrealistic.”)
Oh well…
I believed an idea of that scope and magnitude would never
occur to me again. And for more than
twenty years, not a single one did.
And then, recently…
The idea came to me one evening while watching
television. I believe I am really on to something. Are you ready?
“The Car Chase Network.”
Twenty-four hours a day – nothing but high-speed car
chases. Broadcast live. Or rerun, when there aren’t any.
You’ve seen them on TV, right? On the local news broadcasts? Car chases are invariably their most highly
rated segments. They are absolutely
hypnotic.
No one can turn away from a car chase. You are captivated to the very end.
Well can you imagine a TV network devoted exclusively to just
that?
I called Dr. M into the TV room. Instead of foolishly explaining my idea – and
getting shot down in flames again – I simply said to her, “Watch.” Dr. M would be the perfect “Guinea Pig.” If she succumbed, I would be certain I had something.
Dr. M sat down and began watching the car chase.
Dinner was indefinitely postponed.
She could not take her eyes off it.
Okay. Now…
Does anyone know where Ted Turner works out?
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