There is no shame in being shallow.
If that’s what you are.
I mean, some deep thinker pretends to be shallow so they can
fit in? – that’s questionable, that’s “You can do better.” Adding, if you’re feeling avuncular – or
whatever the female equivalent of avuncular is – aunt-ular – “…Young Man!”,
or “Young Woman!”
Pressure ‘em to live up to their potential. Kids love that.
You use what you’ve got.
“What you’ve got” being a specific amalgam of genetic and cultural
components. You are born with certain
tools and capacities, your culture shapes them in accordance with its
priorities – “We like it when you’re funny”; “We are indifferent to your
ability to throw a harpoon” – and off you go.
Say, in our culture today, you want to write and direct
movies, but you are, not at the lowest end of the ladder, actually considerably
more near the top, but still
demonstrably and disputably…
Shallow.
Is there any law against doing that? None that I know of. Our culture has no problem allowing people to
write and direct movies when they’re shallow, no designated official with a
clipboard standing authoritarially at the studio gate, saying, “Judging from
you previous efforts, which we accepted because we had lower standards back
then…and because we were desperate
for ‘Youth Market’ product, we have
determined that you are lacking the suffici0ent depth and understanding necessary
to make a movie. Come back when you know
something worth telling people, and we’ll give you a camera.”
Such prejudicial proscriptions are nowhere to be seen, and I
shall briefly explain why.
Will I get an argument if I assert that we live in a shallow
cultural environment? Can we label this
assertion, as they say in Law & Order,
“stipulated”?, meaning mutually agreed upon, precluding the necessity for
further litigation?
Thank you.
Moving on then to the logical consequence of this agreement,
which is the following: When people –
our example in this case being moviemakers – offer up shallow insights in a
shallow culture, is the next thing to say
not immediately
“Duh!”?
What the heck do you expect!?!
“I come from a time where people are too impatient to type
out entire words when they text each other.
But when I communicate, I
miraculously escape my historical context and express myself with the wisdom
and understanding of Charles Dickens!”
That is not going to
happen!
Okay, so Judd Apatow, superficial to the degree that he is
unmistakably “A Man Of His Time”, makes This
Is 40, and it’s messy – a loose-limbed recipe of post-embarrassment sex jokes,
psychobabble, spontaneous improvisations of sibling warfare, struggles to
connect with aging parents, a couple that continually alternates between
fighting and making up – committing, not for me but for others, the
unpardonable sin of delivering a movie that is arbitrary, inconclusive and
relatively – because there are considerably more egregious examples –
Shallow.
There are no startling insights into character and
motivation, no reverberating resolutions.
I’m not talking about cathartic “Aha!” moments. Veteran therapists admit they almost never
get any in their business. And they’re
trying for them.
I am talking about those rare instances where you’re
watching the people on the screen, and their exposed humanity rings a
resonating bell.
“It’s all behavior!”
some might complain, and actually do, within earshot. “Apatow’s confusing people ‘doing things’ with penetrating understanding.”
That’s right. The
people on the screen are just “doing things.”
And they don’t understand them.
They try. At one point near the end, the couple turning
forty locked in a fitfully happy marriage, concludes that the whole thing is
their parents’– specifically, their fathers’ – fault.
To their monumental relief, they agree that they have
finally found the elusive “Source of the
Nile” – the generating principle of their corrosive bickering:
“We don’t hate each other.
We hate them!”
Sorry, not even close.
And, to me at least, it’s hilarious that they hug and make
up because they actually believer they have found “The Answer.”
Closer to the heart of the matter – we learn from a “Q & A” after the
screening that we went to – is a line in a scene that was deleted from the
movie, where they’re at couple’s therapy, and one of them says, “Sometimes, I
think we are ‘this close’ to saying the thing we could say so we’d never fight
again, but we never get there.” Apatow
edited that scene out, he explained, because that, to him was the subtext
of the movie, and he did not need it spelled out.
I worked with Judd Apatow on The Larry Sanders Show. When
he rose to prominence, I imagined offering my services as an experienced “story
structure”, as I generally found his movies to be deficient in “narrative
momentum”, and I believed I could help.
After watching This Is
40, I realized that what I know how to do would be of little value to
him. Judd Apatow has his own way. It’s sloppier, but, in its hodgepodge
assembly of seemingly random comedy bits and accumulated behaviors, satisfying.
And even
– if you define the term differently than it is generally defined – cohesive.
A mosaic, rather than a portrait.
Let these observations not
be confused with me letting a guy off the hook – “If it’s funny, nothing else
matters.” It is not that at all. Judd Apatow tells his story utilizing an
idiosyncratic structure, and, though it is not my “Structure of Choice” – it’s free-form arrangement contrasting
the classic storytelling format I grew up with – he gets there.
Proof that it works?
An audience in great numbers, their sensory apparatus in sync with his true-to-life-feeling “M.O.”
lining up for tickets.
It may, in fact, be shallow.
But if you deliver your project as truthfully as you can, your
shallowness uninhibtedly resonating with “the times”, and you get laughs along
the way…
Sorry, folks.
But that’s a good movie.
And by the way, apparently not that deep myself…
I liked it too.
3 comments:
Nice one today Earl,
I particularly liked the paragraph consisting of one sentence. The one beginning -
"Okay, so Judd Apatow, . . . "
I don't think an Einstein of English could diagram that sentence. No shallow there.
As an Engineer my writing skills . . . kinda suck. I just throw periods, and commas, about with abandon; and I do like to show off with a semi-colon now and then.
We won't talk about spelling.
Thanks again for the great morning read.
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What happened to the Lewis buh-buh-buh-Black follow-up?
I can imagine I'd like it. I don't see how you could hate Judd Apatow films, but I don't see how you could love them either. They're neither shallow enough to be full-on funny, or deep enough to be insightful - they're always three stars out of five. "The 40 Year Old Virgin" came closest to being totally funny without trying to be meaningful.
I can honestly look at my old Steve Martin/Woody Allen/Peter Sellers etc films and say I love them like old friends. I can look at Judd Apatow films and say I liked them - they passed the time enjoyably (usually to much time but hey...) but I've no desire to watch them again.
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