Showing posts with label audience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label audience. Show all posts

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Story 233: The Lone Honest Film Critic



            Interviewer: (Seated at a table, facing the camera) Welcome, movie lovers.  Today, our guest is someone with whom all of you should be familiar: she is the one whose taglines appear at the top of every poster of the films that matter, and even of those that do not, and whose reviews take up five pages of newsprint or, equivalently, 10 minutes of scrolling down the screen.  The sole, the unique voice in all of film-reviewer land: Veracity Von Impartial.   (Interviewer and camera turn to her, seated at the opposite side of the table) Thank you for joining us today.
            Veracity: Thank you – it’s a duty but also a mild pleasure.
           Interviewer: For those in our audience who are not familiar with your work: you, in essence, write film reviews that are honest.
            Veracity: (Nods) Yes.
            Interviewer: Not disingenuously praiseworthy, not unnecessarily cruel, just – honest.
            Veracity: Exactly.
            Interviewer: Please elaborate for us, on your methodology.
           Veracity: (Shifts in her seat as she warms to her subject) You see, there are so many reviews out there that… over-emphasize the good in a particular film while ignoring the bad.  And, conversely, there are so many reviews that… dwell upon the bad while disregarding the good, usually for the reviewer to, and I hate to sound like I’m betraying my peers, usually to demonstrate their own writing skills that they think they have.
            Interviewer: (Nods vigorously) Oh yes, we know those.
           Veracity: In all that chaos, I uncovered a need: a need, for the movie-going public, to be told the truth about a film so they can make an informed decision on whether to invest their precious time, their hard-earned income, and/or their uncomfortable date night on it.  The bottom line is, and you’ve heard this before from me, there is no film so good as to be “The Best Film of the Year.”  That’s your opinion, maybe.  Or, “The Best Such-and-Such of the Entire Series!”  (Shrugs) How do you know?  Is the series over yet?  You don’t know if that one will continue to be the best.
            Interviewer: (Shakes head) You don’t know.
        Veracity: In some reviews of series, I have been compelled to write along the lines of: “Entertaining – But the Last One Was Better Overall.”  Or: “A Weak Entry, With Exciting Action Sequences.”  Or even: “Enjoyment Equal to Parts 1, 4, 7, and 12.”
            Interviewer: I remember those.
            Veracity: And on the flip side, I have yet to see a film that has not one redeeming feature in it.  There is no film so bad, where I can neglect my duty in communicating to the audience that “The Costumes Were Historically Accurate,” or “Contains a Realistic Depiction of Ennui,” or “The Special Effects Were Sufficient to Overcome the Lack of Plot,” or, now I remember, “The Lead Compensated for the Deficiencies of the Rest of the Cast.”
            Interviewer: (Looks through papers) There was one film, which we won’t name but probably almost everyone here and watching at home can figure out which, that was universally panned when it was released.
            Veracity: Oh yes.
          Interviewer: And I mean panned: I’m not exaggerating when I say that everyone had something negative to say about it: the reviewers, the audience, the cast, the crew, the screenwriters, the producers, the studio – it was an unnatural disaster.  However, suddenly, one good review appeared, which stated: (Reads from paper) “This is the best movie I have ever seen in my entire life and the rest of you can all go to – ” I won’t read the rest.
            Veracity: Mm-hm.
            Interviewer: It later was revealed that... that reviewer was the director’s mother.
            Veracity: (Quietly) Mm-hm, scandal.
        Interviewer: However, your review also stood out from all the others, in its… non-condemnation, if that’s the word I want to use?
            Veracity: That about sums it up, yes.
            Interviewer: With your permission, I’d like to quote it in its entirety.
            Veracity: Go right ahead.
          Interviewer: (Holds up a different piece of paper) Your review, on what has been decreed by nearly all of humanity as the worst film ever created in the history of the medium, is as follows: (Reads from paper) “Eh.”
          Veracity: It was not a decision I made lightly: it took a lot of soul-searching to properly express what… feeling this film evoked in me.  I can’t speak for everyone else, but I had to remain true to my beliefs and not join the rest of the world in their vitriolic snark, which was so easy for them to do in this case.
            Interviewer: So easy.
            Veracity: Yes.
            Interviewer: Because it was pretty bad.
            Veracity: So bad – and yet –
            Interviewer: Here it comes!
            Veracity: (Laughs with him and the audience) And yet – there was something about it that was still… watchable.  I felt as if everyone involved with its mistaken creation was trying to tell me something, which I just couldn’t figure out, through my own failings –
            Interviewer: It was everyone else’s failings, too.
            Veracity: – that I just could not hate it.  I couldn’t like it either, so it left me… “Eh.”
            Interviewer: One of the most… apt, descriptions, I have ever heard.
            Veracity: (Looks inwardly) Thank you; that means a lot to me.
         Interviewer: Before we go, I must ask: how did you embark on this path of honest film reviewing?
            Veracity: Well… there is no school that will teach you this.  I mean, you can learn all there is to know about effective mise-en-scène, or failed sound mixing, or when Method Acting is working and when it is the worst, or improper use of Dutch angles, or understanding the dramatic irony of a scene even when the screenwriter seemed to have missed it, but, what I do, is take all of that, and use it to uncover the heart of what the film truly is.
            Interviewer: (Nods intensely) Yes.
            Veracity: I am proud to serve my country, in informing them of what they are actually getting into when they embark upon their very personal journey into the world of a film; I’ve dedicated thousands of hours to this, and soon will be completing a tour of 24 straight when all the parts of the new Medieval Future World series are released simultaneously next month....
            Interviewer: No – I heard that absolutely no one wants to see that!  Even the trailers look… (Catches himself) poorly produced.
            Veracity: (Nods) I agree; however, the music was composed by ----- ---------, so I expect that at least to be non-grating.
            Interviewer: Thank you again for speaking with us today – and, as always, thank you for your honesty.
            Veracity: Happy to tell it like it is.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Story 200: Neverending Encores

            On closing night, the cast members of the regional theater company were beyond thrilled when they heard “Encore!  Encore!” after taking their bows.  They had worked so hard on this show for weeks, and it always was bittersweet saying good-bye when it was all over.
            “All right!”  The dance captain corralled the cast as the director and stage manager signaled the lighting booth to reset, the orchestra to take it from the top of the finale, and the dry ice gal to fire up the machine again.
            Running on the euphoria, the cast members sang their hearts out and danced their feet off in an almost-exact duplicate of the number they had just performed.  Flushed with the exertion, they took their bows again in triumph as the cymbals deafeningly crashed in conclusion.
            “Encore!  Encore!”
           Starting to feel short of breath, the dance captain looked to the director, who signaled everyone to take their places and go through it again.
            The dance captain hissed to the director off-stage: “Most of us can do it, but the ones I stuck on the ends are about to pass out and we’re all choking on the dry ice!”
            “I’m sorry, but we need to keep the audience happy – they’re the ones who’ll keep buying the tickets!”  And that was that.
            Another run-through, and even the veteran dancers were winded as they bowed to the floor.
            “Encore!  Encore!”
            “You want another one?!”  The director maniacally asked the audience.
            The dance captain’s “Nooooooo!!!!!!” was drowned out by a voice in the audience shouting “YESSSS!!!!”
            Half the orchestra left in protest so there was minimal musical accompaniment that failed to conceal the wheezing, stumbling, and mumbled cursing as the cast members tripped their out-of-breath way through the finale for the fourth time.
            “Encore!  Encore!”
          “WHO SAID THAT?!”  The dance captain squinted into the darkness: the lone lighting operator at that point turned on the houselights to show that there was only one person sitting in the audience – everyone else had left or been waiting for the cast to come out to the lobby for quite some time.
            “Encore!”  The man in the audience cheered again.
            One of the supporting players in the back came forward: “Dad!  What are you doing?!”
            “I’m just so proud of you, son – I’ve never been to a play before, isn’t ‘Encore!’ what you’re supposed to say at these things?”
            The rest of the cast collapsed on stage as the director said, “I’m glad you enjoyed the show, sir.  We’re just going to head backstage now, if you want to wait in the lobby for your son.”
            “All right, but if you all leave then who’s going to encore?”