Friday, May 14, 2021

"Repackaged, reused, rejected" (streaming)/ "Double the Rudd, double the fun" ("Living With Yourself")

Oct. 2, 2019  "Repackaged, reused, rejected": Today I found this article by Angelo Muredda in the Edmonton Journal:


The streaming wars recently entered a new phase in the battle for the future when Netflix announced the acquisition of the global online rights to NBC sitcom Seinfeld starting in 2021.

 The latest in a series of board-setting chess moves between established streaming giants and next-wave disrupters was quickly followed by the heretofore unseen HBO Max’s competing volley: Buying the rights to CBS ratings top dog The Big Bang Theory.

It was all too easy to detect flop sweat on the grand daddy of the streamers’ upper lip with its early announcement of Seinfeld, which will still reside on Hulu for the next year and change — at least in the United States. 

In Canada, both Seinfeld and The Big Bang Theory are currently the property of Crave. That was thanks to a grim earnings report in mid-July that cast a dark cloud over the company’s potential to navigate the road ahead without answering some serious questions about return on investment. Netflix, it seems, still can’t quite determine the winning ratio between original content and enduring back catalogues for attracting long-term subscribers.

A bright red danger sign for a hallowed company that previously had something of an easy ride in the press with the exception of some snarky words on their subpar original offerings, the report revealed that Netflix had its first major loss of subscribers in the previous quarter and hit a ceiling in terms of its audience, falling well short of its predicted global expansion. 

Trying to stop the bleeding after a very dire and very public $26-billion drop in market value, CEO Reed Hastings reportedly emphasized its room for growth in India in the damage control call to investors that followed.

Enter Seinfeld, for which the reported cost of $130 million (all figures in U.S. dollars) for a multi-year deal was apparently too rich for Netflix’s blood as recently as 2013. But now Seinfeld’s role in assuaging nervous investors and viewers warily eyeing the unsubscribe button now seems critical.

 Forbes has pegged landing the ’90s show about-nothing for the foreseeable future as an investment of more than $500 million, higher even than the payouts for The Office and Friends at Nbc-universal’s newly announced Peacock service and HBO Max, respectively. 

In all three cases, the sums represent exorbitant numbers on which to hang one’s future success, but perhaps more comforting to investors than slapping an equally rich price tag on original properties.

The open question that now faces all of these services is what the point of that investment will turn out to be if the future of streaming looks, as it seems to right now, a lot like the past of television: Overpriced, balkanized cable packages and syndicated reruns blasted across any number of channels.

 Is this not precisely what streaming was supposed to save audiences from in the first place? 

It’s a question that extends to both those streamers’ uneasy financial backers and soon-to-be (if not already) overwhelmed consumers who can’t fathom how three different NBC heavyweight shows, the sort any preening peacock would want as feathers in its cap, could end up on three separate streaming services.

Further complicating matters is the as-yet-unseen contribution of two emerging players whose offerings also point nervously to the past even as they park on the edge of the future. 

For all its potential to be a must-have service for parents of children who want nothing more than to reassemble their favourite Avengers, the announced programming by Disney+’s franchise tangents and remakes feels hopelessly beholden to the company’s past. 

With its own rich and tightly guarded back catalogue and more recently cultivated library of Marvel franchise behemoths, Disney+ reads as another case of preparing for the future by lining all one’s corporate ducks up in a row. The service’s overeager ads throw the titular plus sign between “Disney” and all its intellectual property offshoots, from Marvel to Star Wars to National Geographic.

Despite the company’s former credo of “Think different,” Apple TV+ seems to be chasing a similar vaguely nostalgic brass ring, albeit relying on other creators’ achievements rather than its own canny business acquisitions. 

It’s calling on a bevy of established filmmakers and actors with deep entertainment bona fides — Steven Spielberg and Ronald D. Moore on the creative side and The Office’s Steve Carell and Friends’ Jennifer Aniston in front of the camera — to lend an air of legitimacy and quality to a service that lacks a clear brand identity.

That’s to say nothing of even more uncertain quantities and curios like the unfortunately named Quibi, the Jeffrey Katzenberg-founded streamer in the wings that purports to chop up films from world-class directors like Spielberg and industry veterans like Catherine Hardwicke into short episodes (or “quick bites”) for mobile consumption. 

Quibi officials recently promised the Los Angeles Times the game plan is to offer “the quality of HBO” as well as “the convenience of Spotify,” pre-defining themselves largely with reference to a hit parade of companies they believe they are unlike, from Snapchat to Youtube.

If there’s any coherent lesson to take from this dash for renewed relevance and hope for what’s to come it’s that streaming companies, once seen as the gatekeepers to a brave new world of content libraries, can’t seem to step forward without looking backward.

 Desperate to lock us into newly re-renting media we may already have watched, both the streaming giants and little fish alike are burning through billions to temporarily house the past, until the next big acquisition or devaluation makes them think a little harder about the future.

https://www.pressreader.com/canada/calgary-herald/20191001/282175062852941

Oct. 25, 2019 "Double the Rudd, double the fun": Today I found this article by Raju Mudhar in the Star Metro:



Living With Yourself
(Netflix)
(3 out of 4)
8 episodes

Can you ever have too much Paul Rudd?

“Living with Yourself ” proves that the answer is no. In his first leading role on TV in decades, Rudd does double duty in this seriocomic tale that tackles middle-aged ennui, feeling like you are stuck in a married rut and what it is that actually makes a person who they are.

Rudd plays Miles Elliot, a worn-out ad executive who just seems tired of his life, though it looks pretty enviable from the outside — a nice house in the ’burbs, a good job and a beautiful wife. He’s been avoiding fertility clinic appointments for months, though, and just seems lost.

A co- worker suggests a treatment that leads to an incredible series of events, and all of sudden there are two versions of Miles, which upends life as he knows it. From there, there are echoes of everything from “Multiplicity” to “The Talented Mr. Ripley,” but this version — created by former “Daily Show” producer Timothy Greenberg, and directed by Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris of “Little Miss Sunshine” fame — takes it owns path down this imitation situation.

Rudd does good work here, although there is some cheesy green- screen work during some of the double encounters, and some obvious “oh, he’s the schlubby one” tricks involving messy hair and glasses. 

That said, there are still some moments throughout where it takes a moment to remember just which Miles exactly is which. Rudd is smartly and slyly playing with his almost-too-likeable persona with a pair of flawed characters here.

One of the things that elevate this above sitcom level is some interesting use of storytelling perspectives, with some episodes told completely from the perspective of one character, and then flipping back in time for the next one and showing it from another character’s point of view.

Similar to Amazon’s Prime Video’s “Undone,” this is a series with a sci-fi twist, but it’s not really that much about that, it’s the dynamics between the two near-identical men and his/their wife, Kate, played by Aisling Bea, who does great work creating a character that’s actually much more likeable than either of Rudd’s. 

This is much more super- normal as opposed to supernatural. It is the boring mundanities of real life which drove Elliot into this situation, and the fantastic that makes him realize what is actually important.

Tonally “Living With Yourself” is a bit all over the map — the best moments are when it tries to stay grounded in realism, although there are also a few too many trite and contrived moments, and all-took nowing conversations with drive-by characters. This series had a viral moment with a first episode scene with a throwaway gag featuring Tom Brady.

The focus on a marriage that feels like it has run out of steam worked for me, although some quick interactions with rivals and jokey authority figures feel like setup for a second season, where exploring the wider world could ramp up the tension.

As this is, this dark comedy succeeds because of it focused on a family’s issues and by going to some unexpected places, which lifts it above most similar double- trouble stories.

https://www.pressreader.com/canada/starmetro-toronto/20191025/281732681271462

"Let's all root for an amoral- anti-heroine" ("Imposters")/ "Must we remember this?" (TV reboots)

Feb. 7, 2017 "Let's all root for an amoral- anti-heroine": Today I found this article by John Doyle in the Globe and Mail:

“Sometimes people fall out of love and do dramatic things. Especially Europeans,” says the nice American blond lady. She’s talking about Ava, the Belgian beauty who just walked on her husband, nice guy Ezra.

The nice American lady is trying to make sense of the breakup. Thing is, Ezra is coming to a major realization: Ava is probably a con artist who dupes, marries and fleeces nice guys like him. He’s correct. But is she all bad, this strange woman?

These days, you know, a lot of people would enjoy seeing a strong, manipulative heroine, perhaps having had a sufficiency of brooding male anti-heroes.


Imposters (Tuesday, W Network, 10 p.m.) provides just that – an amoral, streetwise anti-heroine who is very complicated. Do you root for her or for the guys she’s fleeced? That’s an intriguing question and it’s what propels this captivating new black comedy/drama series.

One of the few dramas made for the U.S. Bravo channel (it mostly airs those Real Housewives shows these days), Imposters had the catchy title “My So-Called Wife” while it was in production. 

For reasons unclear, it is now simply called Imposters and, in fairness, it’s more apt. It’s not just Ava (Inbar Lavi) who is making things up – the people who are her victims are not quite what they seem, or claim to be.

The series follows Ava, who is actually named Maddie, as she does her thing. She’s a persona-shifting genius who can seem very benign. Interestingly, most of the personalities she embodies as a con artist are very smart and articulate. It’s not just her looks that charm men.

 It’s that fierce intelligence. As one of her victims says, wistfully, “She was beautiful, smart, she used all these words … ”

It is easy to read a subtext into the basic plot line – these men are not really victims. They were seduced by their own vanity, believing that this wondrous, exotic and super smart woman could actually fall for them.

As pure entertainment, Imposters is a trim, well-paced chase drama. The first 10 minutes will get you hooked. Ezra’s realization that he’s been rooked comes in the usual manner.

 His credit cards are maxed out, and his wife is gone. Then comes a slow realization that Ava/Maddie had her fingers in the family company he works for. There’s a terrific bit of dark-comedy business when his brother Josh (Canadian Adam Korson from Seed) encounters Ava/Maddie as she flees.

But it seems Ava/Maddie isn’t working alone. She’s part of a group doing the bidding of a mysterious figure who gives the orders. As she sets out to seduce and fleece her next target, Ezra hears from one of her previous victims, Richard (Parker Young), who is furious, whereas Ezra is merely sad about the whole thing. 

They team up to find the woman who fooled, fleeced and bruised their egos. But, maybe, she didn’t just fleece guys? This creature is mercurial, with many faces and, maybe, there are many sides to her sexual allure.

The whole concoction is no masterpiece of serious-minded drama. But it is fresh and addictive. The comedy is sometimes dark, sometimes cynical. And it is emphatically about the foolishness of men. As Ava/Maddie sizes up her next potential victim, she says, “This guy would fall for a slug if it was wearing a dress and push-up bra.” And you root for her.

Also airing Thursday

Detroiters (MuchMusic, 10:30 p.m.) is a new Comedy Central show that mysteriously turns up on MuchMusic here. The Detroit Free Press calls it “The first sitcom to be fully immersed in Motor City culture” and, indeed, it is steeped in contemporary, busted-up Detroit. 

But it amounts to a so-so comedy. Sam Richardson (who was excellent on HBO’s Veep) and Tim Robinson (from Saturday Night Live) star as small-time advertising guys looking to hit the big score in the ad racket. In Detroit these days, opportunities are limited. 

In the first episode, they work on an ad for the “hot tub king of Detroit,” while nourishing a fantasy that they can get the Chrysler account. The humour is dry, occasionally manic and for all the Detroit authenticity, it’s an old-school, buddy-buddy comedy.

FreshAndLoud
9 days ago

I have to say that at this point I start to long for normal heroes who have normal family lives. I think that the whole "misanthropic antihero with personal mental issues and history of substance abuse" shtick went too far.

It was OK when such series were in minority, but at this point it feels like "normal people" are endangered species among TV series heroes.

happytalk
4 days ago

This show captured me. About time we had a strong and interesting woman in a juicy role. The show is funny and intriguing. Thanks John Doyle for alerting us!


Feb. 10, 2018 "Must we remember this?": Today I found this article by John Doyle about TV reboots and nostalgia TV.  This article even mentions Donald Trump and how he was elected as the President, this makes people want to watch TV shows with familiar characters in present time:

The list of TV reboots keeps growing – The X-Files, Roseanne, Will & Grace, Murphy Brown, American Idol and Charmed. And that's just a few from U.S. network TV.

Anyone who flaunts the phrase "Don't look back" is not going to get a job in the mainstream TV racket. It's all about looking back. The X-Files has been back for more than one season. Will & Grace has bounced back on NBC, a hit show again. Roseanne is returning to ABC in March. Charmed is being revived by the CW. NBC is hoping to reboot Miami Vice and, most recently CBS says it's bringing back Murphy Brown.

American Idol is also coming back next month. You might think it never went away, but it did. After 15 seasons on Fox, the network cancelled it in the spring of 2016. It was fatigued, this once-powerful show, and it was getting expensive to make. 

It returns on March 11 to take over Sunday nights on ABC. Simon Cowell won't be on it, but Ryan Seacrest returns as host and the format is much the same, with the judges now Katy Perry, country star Luke Bryan and Lionel Richie.

What the heck happened? Why did Fox cancel it and allow ABC to revive it? Gary Newman, the chairman of Fox Television Group, was asked these questions in January by one of the assembled TV critics at the midseason media tour.

"The economics of it simply weren't working any more. We couldn't really get to a place with the producers where we could make changes to the format to make the show more economical and heighten the intensity of the series. 

And we were competing against not only the other broadcast networks, but a greater amount of content than ever before. And not only the more current productions. You're competing against every show that was ever made through all of these various video-on-demand platforms. So we're really fine with the show continuing, and I wish them a little bit of luck, not too much, and we will see what they can do."

The important part of his answer is "you're competing against every show that was ever made." It is so true. The vast resources of Netflix and other streaming services mean that extensive libraries of existing TV are there to be consumed and to compete against every new show being made. It makes sense, then, to simply revive what already exists.

While there are sound business reasons for the reboot fad – audience familiarity with the title, the premise and the cast – during the media tour, one phrase kept being muttered by writers who cover TV. It wasn't "Don't look back." It was "nostalgia porn."


It's a plausible take but it's complicated. The networks pine for a return to the 1980s and 90s, when a handful of main, over-the-air channels and a small cluster of cable channels dominated everything. Hit shows ran for years, getting the attention of a vast portion of the available audience. Money was made easily with the right recipe and the resulting advertising dollars. Even middling-hit series ran for 20 to 26 episodes a season. There was an order to things.

Now, a series often has a mere 10 episodes and its end creates a fraught empty space in the schedule. They fetishize those old days, the networks, even as they try to cope with a vastly disrupted landscape.

There is also a growing belief among some TV critics that the ceaseless restoration of old shows is a form of populism that cannot be separated from the form of populism that elected Donald Trump. 

That is, a misguided nostalgia for a recent past in which the public was certain of the United States' greatness and mainstream TV provided a comforting picture of the country as mostly white, mostly heterosexual; minorities were mostly absent and divisiveness never reared its ugly head.

For viewers, too, there is a complex emotional relationship with revived series. It's a form of retreat from the frightening, out-of-shape present and it's about luxuriating in simpler times. The impulse to wallow in the past and old favourites is a kind of narcissism and there's an almost masturbatory quality to the glee in re-experiencing a series that was lovingly reminisced about.

There's no doubt that some reboots are intended to place familiar characters emphatically in the present and put an old premise in the context of now. Certainly, that's the hope many have for the CBS revival of Murphy Brown with Candice Bergen back in the lead role. (CBS is also hoping to revive Cagney & Lacey and Magnum, P.I.)

Both viewers and some critics want to see Murphy, the TV journalist and single mother, in the new ambience of the #MeToo and Time's Up movements. They want to see Murphy in the context of heightened awareness of glass ceilings and sexual harassment in the media.

"Don't screw this up," was the response of one fellow TV writer, a woman, after the CBS announcement. It's possible that CBS, which always goes for the safe path, will use the contemporary culture to give Murphy Brown a new sharp edge. Even during its initial run from 1988 to 98, it was controversial, with several politicians decrying Murphy's decision to have a child alone and leave the father out of the situation.

What's happening with the rebooted Roseanne is fascinating. While critics cannot give full reviews yet, it is certainly far from the train wreck many expected. It's actually a form of didactic comedy, avoiding any illusion that it is family comedy escapism, and has a kind of calculated analysis, argument and documentation of its Conner family in the Trump era. With Roseanne Barr herself a vocal Trump supporter, the revival is going to be polarizing. But there is merit in the revival of a series that presented blue-collar Americans when few others did.

Barr says she is happy to be back in the limited-run revival. But the real force behind the new series is Sara Gilbert, who played daughter Darlene on the original. She is an executive producer on the revival and pushed everyone involved to return. 

Gilbert is gay and an LGBTQ activist who does not see the return as a mere business decision to cash in on the show's former popularity: "The working class has been underrepresented in politics and on television, and this just felt like a wonderful time and opportunity to give a voice to some people in this country."


So, yes, there are business and cultural reasons for reviving all those old TV shows. The new version of Charmed is described as "feminist" by The CW. And at the same time there is a kind of seductive laziness involved.

Many viewers will experience the rebooted shows in a very private way, in the same deeply private way they are fond of childhood or adolescent memories.

The past is both vivid and evocative for them in the context of their own growth and experience. Theirs, not the culture's. 

Nostalgia is a very powerful state of mind, an onanism of a kind, with very individual, almost clandestine feelings of elation and euphoria. And that's very close to the appeal of pornography.

https://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/television/john-doyle-unravelling-the-appeal-of-rebooted-tvshows/article37877565/