Bloggingheads Video with Susan Murray
(Note: The Blogginghead embedding isn’t playing well with WordPress, so you’ll have to go to the site and interview here.)
Last week, I was contacted by Bloggingheads.tv to casually discuss Balloon Boy and its implications, specifically as relates to the state of reality television and celebrity. I was paired with Susan Murray, a scholar whom I’ve long respected (and a fellow UT RTF alum!) an whose work has proven incredibly influential on my own. We had a sweet time, even though we each had to wear geeky headsets, and you can find our musings in full here, including our thoughts on Jon and Kate, reality television ‘narrative complexity,’ and the connection, if any, between the desperation now associated with reality television and our current economic milieu. There’s a lively discussion currently taking place in the comments section. I strongly suggest checking back often at Bloggingheads — they regularly feature scholars and thinkers talking through issues as diverse as probability, feminism, legislation, international policy, and, of course, pop culture. (You can read more about their mission/history here.)
I’m bashful about appearing on video, but I’d love to do it again. At least I didn’t look bald.
Rachel McAdams: The Thinking Man's Pin-Up?
Is she or isn’t she?
Rachel McAdams has movie-star wattage. She’s got a big smile, sparkling eyes, lots of roles, and no bad press. She looks good in many different hair colors. She’s Canadian. She’s never abrasive. If she can a.) get an Oscar nom, b.) star in a runaway hit with a truly star-making role (and no The Time Traveler’s Wife is not that movie) or c.) engage in a super high profile romance, full-out stardom is hers for the taking.
Rachel McAdams is NOT Lindsay Lohan
She got her first big breaks as the eponymous Hot Chick and embodying vapidity in Mean Girls. Since then, she was the gorgeous ‘straight woman’ in Wedding Crashers; she garnered praise for working the thriller in Red Eye; she played a believable intellectual sister in The Family Stone.
Getting ready to make me weep
Oh, did I mention she’s in a little film called The Notebook, no question the biggest weepie of the decade? Millions of fans have hitched their hopes and fantasies to the McAdams and Gosling’s portrayal of young love. So when the two met again at the MTV Movie Award to re-enact their ‘best kiss,’ sparks flew, and naturally they got together.
Reenacting the Famous Notebook Kiss
The message: their onscreen story was so powerful that it even rubbed off on the stars! And you, dear viewer, can experience the same sort of romance, simply by viewing The Notebook. On repeat. (Or, like me, just fastforwarding through the old people parts). McGosling (the new name for McAdams and ‘The Goz‘ - and I highly recommend clicking on that link, as it offers a fantastic and profane read on Gosling’s hotness, courtesy of The Stranger) became a sort of weird cultural touchstone: as Andy Samberg and Chris Parnell rap in “Lazy Sunday,” “I love those cupcakes like McAdams loves Gosling.”
McAdams has been called “The Next Julia Roberts” — in part for her megawatt smile, but also for her brand of intrinsic charisma. There’s something about Rachel McAdams - she doesn’t play that fantastic of unique roles, her love life, apart from a two dalliances with The Notebook costar Ryan Gosling, is private and unremarkable. So what is it?
Personally, I love myself some McAdams. I love her sparkly eyes, I love her playfulness. Or let me modify: I love how those characteristics manifest themselves in all of her roles, because I’ve actually seen very little (and read even less) about the ‘real’ McAdams. But she’s convinced me that that’s the kind of person that she is, and through relatively few roles: my understanding of her picture personality depends (perhaps too much) on her roles in The Notebook, The Family Stone, and most recently, State and Play and The Time Traveler’s Wife. It’s as if her turns in The Hot Chick, Mean Girls, and Wedding Crashers simply convince me that the ‘real’ her is the one of her other, more ‘natural’ roles. And I want to be her friend, and many men I know want to be her boyfriend. In other words, she’s the perfect star: well-rounded, likable, and desirable. She’s the anti Megan Fox, and, in truth, the anti Julia Roberts — who many men claim to find unattractive. She’s got it all.
And she has the affection of my kid brother.
My brother isn’t wont to celebrity romances: apart from a juvenile dalliance with Carrie Fischer (which had everything to do with Princess Lea and her bronze brassiere) I can’t think of any star he’s ever told me he finds attractive. But then there’s McAdams. He even has a favorite photo.
My brother, like me, is a nerd. He used to play a lot of Panzer War General; in his early college years, he asked for a complete collection of Proust. For Christmas. Dude reads Hegel for fun. So what is it about McAdams that make her accessible to the thinking man? Or, as I suggest in the title, the perfect thinking man’s pin-up? Granted, nerds love movie actresses. But that’s a different type of nerd altogether — we’re talking fanboys (and all the derogatory stereotypes associated with them) and their affection for Angelina Jolie, Megan Fox, and others soft on the eyes and unchallenging to the mind. But McAdams offers a different allure.
Which is why I’ve asked my brother to virtually hang out with me. He recently quit his gig at The New York Review of Books to go live in the middle of nowhere in Montana, freelance, and do things like write blog posts with his sister. I told him that I’d tell him why I thought he liked McAdams, and he told me he’d tell me why I was wrong. So here goes.
I think you like Rachel McAdams for a few reasons:
1.) Her beauty and body aren’t traditionally fetishized, which would rub you and your thinking man’s sensibilities the wrong way.
2.) Liking her doesn’t make you into a dude; in fact, liking her makes other women think you’re a good guy.
3.) In one of her roles — The Family Stone, the one we saw together for our annual Christmas Day movie — she plays a woman who embodies the qualities of snark, intelligence, vulnerability, and beauty that you would find desirable in your own potential girlfriend. In other words, you’d want to date her, and you’d even let her meet me, and even tell Mom about her, and she’d probably put up with you reading philosophy for leisure but call you on your bullshit.
Am I right OR AM I RIGHT.
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Brother respondz:
I would like, if possible, to move this discussion into the past tense: Why did I like Rachel McAdams? Because I’m not sure that I still do. I just saw two of her more recent films, Red Eye and State of Play, and I can’t say I really cared that much about her in either. Though it was nice that she was there. Oh, it’s Rachel! Did I ever tell you about the time I rode the elevator with her at work? There were a lot of film production companies in my building. That was a good day. But I didn’t really care. And I’m not even sure this is a change: there’s a desire for academics or other figures with cultural capital (I’m now a writer) to take an interest in pop culture. If you have to make small talk with someone in the mail room (or your sister — or those with lots of cultural capital who hate taking about ideas, a common occurrence in NYC), it’s helpful to have some assumed cultural center around which you can banter. Sports is one possibility; pop music another; movies stars another. But the fact is that I chose Rachel (we’re on a first name basis in case you haven’t noticed) as mine. Why?
Now that I’ve started to think about it, which I didn’t really do at first, I’m a little disturbed. A few points:
1. Rachel McAdams is the ultimate WASP. The first role I saw her in was Wedding Crashers, where she plays, I believe, the daughter of the Secretary of State or something. Then she went on to play this bratty daughter of a mainline Philadelphia (?) or some other old New England type clan in The Family Stone. She’s supposed to be a kind of universal materialist So-Cal materialist type in Mean Girls, and not all the Mean Girls in that film are white and WASP-y, but she’s clearly the leader because she’s the natural born WASP. Oh right, she’s the southern belle daughter of some aristocratic family in The Notebook. And then there’s Red Eye, where she runs a high class Florida hotel at the age of like 25 with her classy charms, and in the process saves the Assistant Director of the Department of Homeland Security. Which leaves a question: Is Rachel a Republican?
2. So I just watched State of Play, because I wanted to be a good brother and do some actual research for my sister’s blog, and then I read some of the reviews, and J. Hoberman, I believe, makes the obvious joke that Russel Crowe and Rachel are kinda like Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell in that other great newspaper movie, His Girl Friday. Except of course State of Play kinda sucks and is trying much harder to be like All the President’s Men. I don’t think it would be unfair to say the movie is a cross between a little 30s screwball and 70s earnestness — part of why it doesn’t work at all. But then there’s The Family Stone, which is explicitly modeled on a 30s screwball, with the animated opening montage and all, even though again that movie totally sucks. But I don’t think it’s unfair to say that Rachel McAdams is most reminiscent of a 30s screwball star, perhaps specifically Rosalind Russell. And Rosalind Russell was famous, as I remember David Thomson telling me — because please, I’m not actually going to go and watch those lame old Rosalind Russell films — but she was famous for her very morally proper melodramas: His Girl Friday was just Howard Hawks figuring out how to make her sternness interesting, it was a total outlier. I think David Thomson calls Rosalind Russell a Republican.
Making sternness as attractive as possible
3. So we’re left with a few basic facts about Rachel: she walked out of the Vanity Fair nude cover shoot with Scarlett Johansson and Keira Knightley; she hasn’t done any nudity in any of her films, except the very early no budget My Name is Tanino, when she had no control over which rolls to take (I know this, among other reasons, thanks to a to-do list an editor I know once posted on the Stranger‘s blog: “2. Look up naked pictures of Rachel McAdams” or something like that); she has attempted, if I haven’t missed anything, no indie films whatsoever. Sorry, Nick Cassavetes, you’re not your dad. Maybe I’ve missed this, but she doesn’t play the game of celebrity at all — which is boring and very let’s say bourgeois. Rachel seems to be something of a prude.
4. Shouldn’t the thinking man’s pin-up be Maggie Gyllenhaal?
5. But the fact remains that she is the closest thing we have today to, if not Katharine Hepburn, then maybe Irene Dunne in The Awful Truth? I don’t know if I can imagine any other actress today playing that role. Or any of the other classic screwball roles. I’m a little uncertain what I think of Rachel’s can-do powder-puff feminism. She plays football with the guys in Wedding Crashers. She beats the crap out of an assassin in Red Eye (though he’s killed at the end by her dad — what can you do, it’s a Wes Craven film). She will apparently hand-cuff Sherlock Holmes to a bed and extort him in the film you and I will be watching this Christmas Day (Holmes, yes! finally something good will be at the Lewiston, Idaho theater on December 25). So maybe Rachel is really a third-wave feminist, and her refusal to play the celebrity game or do nudity reflects not the attitudes of a reactionary but those of a highly-developed twenty-first century popular female consciousness? Ha.
6. To sum up the three reasons you give for why I like Rachel — her body isn’t traditionally fetishized; liking her makes other women like me; she has spunk — all three, I think, can be put down to her resemblance to a classic Hollywood 30s screwball star, in which context her body certainly would have been fetishized (check out the dimple), most female stars, even at the time, would not have reflected badly on the men who liked them, and all women, in comedy at least, had real personality. It should be very very telling that we can’t imagine Rachel in a Judd Apatow film. Now that’s a real reactionary. And perhaps why she hasn’t gotten any very good roles, despite Manohla Dargis, in the ‘inside tips’ she and Tony Scott pretended to give out to Hollywood last year, shouting: “Give Rachel McAdams more roles!”
7. Maybe I still love Rachel? Should I? Please tell!
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Sister briefly responds:
She has done an indy picture - Married Life — it just received a very limited release, in part because it wasn’t very good. I saw it; she has bleach blond hair and we’re supposed to believe she loves Chris Cooper. It’s odd, in part because it doesn’t compliment the McAdams image. The screwball comparison honestly had not even crossed my mind, which is ridiculous. You love screwballs! So do I, but I should’ve recalled that your favorite female roles are those fast-talking, verbally eviscerating females of His Girl Friday and The Awful Truth. But I don’t think McAdams is our screwball hero. She’s not, on her face, ‘smart’ enough. I don’t watch her in The Notebook and think that she’s tremendously smart and cunning; I watch her and think she has a specific and irresistible type of beauty and would probably be fun to hang out with. In State of Play, I wish she were in my grad program. Her picture personality is indeed assertive, but, as you point out, assertive in a Condi Rice sort of way, as opposed to, say, Tina Fey, who might actually hold the contemporary screwball comedienne mantel. (And you’re right: Maggie Gyllenhaal is the thinking-man’s pin-up, but that’s because she’s a 21st century Mae West, who had much more of a pin-up body than any of the screwball comedians you mention. Men were attracted to the minds and flirtatiousness of Hepburn, Dunne, and Russell, not necessarily their bodies, were were, as a rule, long, lean, and the opposite of voluptuous.)
But I’m not ready to label her a ‘Republican.’ How do you reconcile her role in The Family Stone? She has a canvas NPR bag and drives a Volvo! And she’s attempting to bring down big corrupt government (and protecting the fourth estate!) and State of Play. As for the idea of third wave feminism — possible. Distancing herself from the clearly postfeminist body politics of ScarJo and Keira Knightly certainly speaks loudly. But she’s said little else. Which is part of the problem, of course — our speculation is based near wholly on her picture personality, leaving us to either map the characteristics of her characters onto the ‘real’ Rachel or fill in the gaps ourselves. (As you can do in your mind: Rachel would love me! I hang out in the West Village!)
In other words, the fact that she hasn’t attempted to flesh our her star image has made it easy first for you to like her, just as it has now made it easy for you to dislike her. Her image is subject to your shifting sense of who you are. I mean, when we watched The Family Stone, I don’t think either one of us was fully conscious of what WASP meant, or what the Diane-Keaton-headed family of that film represented. Now, in hindsight, after you’ve lived in New York for three years, it’s easier to find those depictions problematic, and your affection for her dated. Finally, her lack of public image once was endearing; now it renders her a prude.
Ultimately, your experience illuminates greater trends in celebrity and fan culture: stars become stars because they mean something important to enough people at a certain time. The stars that we like — that we want to be friends with, that we desire, that we think would offend us — speak loudly as to the type of people that we are. Because I’m your sister and I know everything, I know that you’ve changed a lot over the last five years. Along with the fact that you now own towels and pillowcases, you also don’t like Rachel McAdams, or at least the part of you that liked her has matured, learned more, become disillusioned, become attached to different female and cultural ideals. I mean, you didn’t always like screwball heroines — but when you figured out that you did, or when you tell other people that you do, that signifies something crucial about the type of person that you are, the type of things you find funny, the type of woman who challenges you.
So you don’t have to like Rachel McAdams anymore. And maybe the fact that you won’t find another actress to love — other than Irene Dunne — is all that you, or your friends, need to know.
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Brother concludez:
Shouldn’t the fact that I own towels and pillowcases just make me love Rachel more? I bet she has lots of towels and pillowcases, with very high thread counts. (By the way, I’ve always owned a towel and a pillowcase, just maybe not plural.)
I don’t think Tina Fey could play a screwball heroine. She’s completely afraid! She’s like the female Judd Apatow. I haven’t seen 30 Rock since the first season but if it’s stayed the same that show is all about Tina Fey getting put in her place by the wise Alec Baldwin, whose explicit conservatism always turns out miraculously right in the end. And Tina Fey writes that show. Amazing.
There is the question, since we have no idea who Rachel really is, of what we take for her most representative role. Certainly she’s most famous for The Notebook. But I first saw her in Wedding Crashers, where, I have to say I haven’t seen that film since it came out, but I remember thinking she was quick witted and tended to put Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn in their place. You’re right that she doesn’t strike us as incredibly intelligent. But neither does Irene Dunne or most of the screwball heroines, even Katharine Hepburn in Bringing Up Baby. For me I think the above confusions do show a great deal about how I’ve changed, and not how Rachel has changed. And it’s not like there’s anything wrong with loving a WASP. Guess what, all of the classic screwball women are WASPs! Like really really waspy.
I also don’t think my disappointment with the films Rachel has made since Wedding Crashers is mine alone. She just hasn’t gotten very good scripts. And I would hypothesize that this has much more to do with the contemporary state of Hollywood than it does with Rachel. You don’t have to be super smart to be a screwball star; you just have to be quick and alive; and I think Rachel is quick and alive. But I don’t think Hollywood is. You mentioned that she’s been called “the next Julia Roberts.” Given what you’ve been writing about the decline of stars, it’s not clear to me we’re going to have another Julia Roberts, much less another Katharine Hepburn or Irene Dunne — or Barbara Stanwyck! How did I leave her out?
The true love of my life
Sister has the last word:
INDEED.
Battling Images: Kanye vs. Taylor vs. Beyoncé vs. Viacom
During Sunday’s MTV Video Music Awards, Lady Gaga appeared in what looks to be a snowman suit, a queen of hearts oufit that entailed covering her entire visage in red lace, and participated in a performance that ended with her splattered with fake blood and earning her the nickname “Bloody Eye”. See here for a nice overview. Yet she has been completely overshadowed by an interaction between Kanye West and pop princess Taylor Swift.
As Alisa Perren pointed out this morning, the incident has likewise sparked a showdown between fans and Viacom, which, as owners of MTV and notoriously protective of copyright, including YouTube clips, is hunting down clips of the incident as soon as they pop up. Try this direct link to the video on the MTV website. You’ll just have to sit through a very short commercial, so don’t be dissuaded.
The facts, more or less:
*Taylor Swift won the VMA Award for Best Female Video for “You Belong With Me,” beating out Lady GaGa, Katy Perry, Kelly Clarkson, Pink, and Beyonce When Taylor Lautner (aka Jacob on Twilight AND her future co-star in ****) announced her name, the close-up on her face expressed rather geniune-looking surprise.
*When Taylor came to the stage, she thanked her fans and MTV, declaring “I sing country music, so thank you so much for giving me a chance to win a VMA.” (This is a key point, I think, and has been super overlooked by those commenting on the incident)
*Kanye West then jumped onto the stage, took the microphone from Swift, and announced “Yo, Taylor, I’m really happy for you, I’ll let you finish, but Beyoncé has one of the best videos of all time. One of the best videos of all time!” (Referring, of course, to Beyonce’s now iconic video for ‘Single Ladies’)
*The cutaway shots to Beyonce show her seemingly aghast, surprised, embarrassed — it’s difficult to tell.
*The audience responded with a standing ovation for Swift, but the director of the VMAs chose to cut to voiceover and track back to wide screen, rather than allowing Swift to respond or recover. According to an account of someone serving as a seat holder, she stood there for about 30 seconds, fighting back tears. The television audience only saw the shift transition away from the incident.
*Swift went on to perform, singing live, a few segments later.
*When Beyonce won for “Video of the Year” at the end of the show, she welcomed Taylor Swift back on stage to finish her acceptance speech. In a moment of apparent solidarity, the two shared the stage — and, at this point, Swift had changed into a red dress that coincidentally matched Beyonce’s. The return has been variously labeled “triumphant” and “self-satisfied.” As you see below, there’s quite an interesting dynamic going on in the way that Beyonce ‘cedes’ the spotlight. Again, the direct link.
*Kanye was confronted by MTV officials and asked to leave; he was also apparently yelled at by Swift’s mother (and manager).
*According to several reports, West was drunk at the time he jumped up onto the stage.
*Kanye has since ‘apologized’ on his blog. First, in a post from last night, he wrote, in all caps:
I’m sooooo sorry to Taylor Swift and her fans and her mom,” he wrote. “I spoke to her mother right after and she said the same thing my mother would’ve said. She is very talented! I like the lyrics about being a cheerleader and she’s in the bleachers! I’m in the wrong for going on stage and taking away from her moment!
“Beyoncé’s video was the best of this decade!!!! I’m sorry to my fans if I let you guys down!!!! I’m sorry to my friends at MTV. I will apologize to Taylor 2mrw. Welcome to the real world!!!! Everybody wanna booooo me but I’m a fan of real pop culture!!! No disrespect but we watchin’ the show at the crib right now cause … well you know!!!! I’m still happy for Taylor!!!! Boooyaaawwww!!!! You are very very talented!!! I gave my awards to Outkast when they deserved it over me … That’s what it is!!!!!!! I’m not crazy y’all, i’m just real. Sorry for that!!! I really feel bad for Taylor and I’m sincerely sorry!!! Much respect!!!!!”
*This morning, he posted: ““I feel like Ben Stiller in Meet the Parents when he messed up everything and Robert DeNiro asked him to leave…That was Taylor’s moment and I had no right in any way to take it from her. I am truly sorry.”
So there we have it: Kanye West steals Taylor’s moment, makes a big scene, causes a big stir, and apologizes. Rather insincerely. But there’s some major image reification going on here: on the part of Kanye, most assuredly, but also as concerns the images of Swift, Beyonce, and MTV and its trademark awards show in general. I’ve asked the one and only Kristen Warner, frequent contributor to the blog, to help me find a way through this discursive and semiotic jungle. (In other words: people are interpreting this event in myriad ways — figuring it in terms of race, taste, contrivance and manipulation….and hopefully we can make some headway as to the various messages the event sent and will continue to send.)
My initial thoughts are as follows:
*MTV loves to exploit the VMAs. Ever since Madonna showed up in full 18th century garb to perform “Like a Virgin” (is that right? KW in: I think Virgin was the wedding dress roll around deal; Vogue might have been the 18th century garb), they’ve been a site primed for transgression. They even have a section in their web coverage of the event marked “Most Talked About Moments.” Think the Madonna/Britney/Christina three-way kiss; think Britney’s infamous and lethargic ‘comeback’ performance.
They’re desperately trying to keep the MTV brand - and these awards — relevant. And, apparently, succeeding. See Bruno/Sasha Baron Cohen’s incident with Eminem at last spring’s MTV Movie Awards for a less successful (and visibly orchestrated) attempt. The fact that Taylor Lautner, her future co-star, presented the award = no coincidence. And while I doubt MTV knew Kanye was going to do what he did, I do think they knew Swift was going to win (duh)…and have since profitted immensely, both discursively and through ad rates on the web site, from the firestorm that has emerged. They’re selling access to the entire show through OnDemand; as you’ve seen, the clips of the show are wed to commercials. Viacom is trying to find a model to profit off of the show in the DVR era. This seems to be working.
*This is what Kanye does. Reify his image. If we define a celebrity scandal as an incident when information about a celeb emerges that clashes or undercuts their existing star image, this is NO SCANDAL. Kanye has had temper tantrums — and I don’t know how else to describe them — before. The following encapsulates the kind of quotes Kanye offers on a regular basis: “I realize that my place and position in history is that I will go down as the voice of this generation, of this decade, I will be the loudest voice…It’s me settling into that position of just really accepting that it’s one thing to say you want to do it and it’s another thing to really end up being like Michael Jordan.” As someone pointed out, if anything, the fact that Kanye got up on stage — even when the ‘Video of the Year’ had yet to have been handed out, which Beyonce was obviously going to receive — points to either his stupidity or his supposed drunkenness. But it’s still not a scandal.
*This also does nothing but affirm Swift’s image as a precocious yet put-together star. I’ve been thinking about doing a post on Swift for awhile — and still might — as to the authenticity commonly affixed to her star. She writes all her own music, plays her own instruments, and puts all her friends and past loves in her songs. She’s not even 20 years old and already the saving grace of the music industry. She’s blonde, she’s adorable, she’s the anti-Miley Cyrus. One commentator calls her “a young Southern girl who is the first non-tramp role model America’s teenage girls have had in a decade.” And now that means Kanye has made her a victim - and she emerged triumphant. If anything, it’s only bolstered her fan base and consolidated pre-existing affection.
*I also want to note, in passing, that there are several theories that this was an elaborate conglomerate backstage deal: Viacom lets Kanye do his thing (the drinking was staged; that’s the reason why there was no security to take him off the stage, etc. etc.) and NBC/Universal gets to profit off his appearance on the premiere of Leno’s ‘new’ show on Monday. See Gawker’s recap for details. I’m quite dubious. As one of the columnists points out, “Yes, MTV likes controversy, but their fake controversies in the past—eg. Bruno falling on Eminem—ham-handedly telegraph “this is a stunt” a mile off. Last night, you saw a moment of genuine awkwardness production-wise after Kanye took the mic when the booth seemed to stumble and be unsure about cutting away—not the hallmark of a pre-planned, pre-choreographed stunt.” Indeed, I think the reason some people are wont to think of this as choreographed is because of MTV’s admitted orchestration of the Bruno/Eminem stunt. If you just watch these two side-by-side, you realize they’re operating on entirely different levels. Second, apparently President Obama called Kanye a ‘jackass’ in off-the-cuff, off-the-record remarks. I’m not even going to go there.
KW: I love disclaimers. So I will list the key one here: I do not think what Kanye did was acceptable. I think as Katy Perry said, his behavior essentially, “stepped on a kitten.” That said, there’s a couple things I want to elucidate on with regards to the phrase “stepped on a kitten.” The visual imagery that phrase suggests is powerful and visceral and somehow makes what Kanye did seem all the more traumatic and painful. He stomped on pure, white, fluffy, feline innocence and because of that we all need to rally around that innocence and encourage her. But what does that make Kanye? A big bully? An ogre? Someone who would tred on innocence? I don’t disagree that his alleged drunkenness certainly made him act out in highly inappropriate ways but is the way that we are discussing his behavior cause him to fall into one of those tropes? You know those tropes, those easily definable types that help us narrativize and make sense of these kinds of events. I can’t help but think that to a small degree we are working with some tropes about violent, oversexualized black masculinity in contrast with white innocence. I mean, for Christ sakes the girl is a country singer! You cannot get more down home white girl than that (also a trope). (AHP Comment: Just look at that picture. She’s wearing a white dress for goodness’ sakes.)
Also it is worth reiterating that Sunday night is not the first time Kanye has gone off book and expounded (most times not too terribly well) on the persons, places or things he believes have been wronged or unjustly inconsidered. Specifically, I’m thinking of the Concert for Hurricane Katrina Relief in September of 2005 when Kanye made his infamous statement (while standing next to poor, innocent Mike Myers) that “George Bush hates black people.” Watch that here:
An interesting point of comparison comes when you examine the similarity in Mike Myers reaction and Taylor’s reaction. Mortification, shock, dismay is quite evident for both “victims” of Kanye’s attack. But of course the latter event is layered with issues of gender and race that make it far more painful for Taylor and for the viewer. For Kanye, however, the distinction between Taylor and George is slim; the point is that in BOTH cases he was telling the truth as he saw it-live television be damned. Now I think that discussing the way Kanye’s latest outburst affected Taylor is important but the trauma will surely be shortlived. The message there will be that Kanye is a buffoon and a prima donna and Taylor is entitled to a long, successful career winning VMA’s and Grammy’s and whatever else she may dream to earn. However, the implications of Kanye’s statement during the Katrina telethon suggest that he is willing to stake his career (and yes, perhaps fulfill his very large ego’s desire to be the center of attention) on being plain about how things are and the fact that maybe, Bush isn’t the biggest fan of black folks-or of New Orleans, or of the greater Gulf Region for that matter. For me, nothing that he will ever do will top that telethon speech-not even commandeering Taylor’s VMA ‘moment”.
Finally, I know that to Annie, intention is hardly a component of celebrity gossip or scandal. It matters less that this might have been a planned kerfuffle than it does how the star images will be deconstructed and reconfigured through the tv news circuit and social networking communities (I hear he cried on Jay Leno!?!). Trust, I think both Annie and I agree that both parties will be fine. Kanye was fine post-Katrina telethon; Taylor will be more than fine after this encounter. However, I do want to consider the possibilities of this being a staged pseudo-event because everything seems so perfectly synchronized and everyone seemed so perfectly positioned throughout the course of the ceremony to be a simple coincidence. Similar to the above mentioned incident with Bruno and Eminem that was eventually proven to be staged, it is highly likely that something of equal twisted pathology could have been staged for these folks as well. Hell, even Beyonce got to play a key role in the restoration of the status quo. Look at this magnificent narrative at work: Kanye steps on the kitten, gets cursed out and banished from the building and we wait for the entire second half for the redemption which comes by way of the black Queen herself, Beyonce. Wearing the same red as Taylor, she ushered the teenager (who I might add was PREPARED to return to the stage complete with utter lack of shock or surprise face that would have been required for such a surprise) back onto the stage to “have her moment.” Everyone wins. Well, kinda. We get to talk about female solidarity (I’m not quite convinced that a pseudo event actually counts as genuine solidarity) but we also have to talk about racist tropes of black masculinity that so subtly creep back into public consciousness by way of simple but accurately poignant phrases like “stepped on a kitten.”
My final thought is: Why isn’t anyone really talking about the differences between Madonna reclaiming Michael Jackson as a pop star that more closely aligned with her own identity and not a BLACK pop star who lived in-between cultures for the great majority of his life? And why isn’t anyone talking about the greatest faux pas of the night: Rapper Lil’ Mama’s involuntary (she says she couldn’t help herself) stage jumping during Jay-Z and Alicia Keys’ performance of “New York State of Mind”? I’ve got some theories…and they all involve the lack of kittens.
Guest Post: Rebooting Meryl Streep - From Icon to Boffo
Today’s post comes courtesy of the very talented Courtney Brannon Donoghue, a fellow Ph.D. student in the RTF Department. While her research deals primarily with media industry, industry and stars are by no means exclusive, as my own work endeavors to make clear. I’m so excited to have her work on the blog (she even has footnotes!) — remember, if any of you would like to guest post, please feel free to contact me. I’d love to have your ideas on the blog.
The term “reboot” has come to signify a commercial strategy for reinventing/remaking/reviving content in Hollywood, whether it be a film franchise, comic book character, a television series or toy. While far from a new phenomenon, everywhere we look it seems “reboots” are all around us—this summer’s Star Trek, the Transformers sequel or even the CW’s recent remaking the series 90210 and Melrose Place. In an industry where “everything old is new again”, concepts are not the only material to be reinvented. What about rebooting a star? A star with a household name and a string of awards? This is the best way to situate the recent resurgence of Meryl Streep’s career. In what Independent columnist Jonathan Romney is calling the “Streep Effect”, the actress has had a busy and profitable couple of years with seven projects and three hits summers in a row.[1]
- The Devil Wears Prada (2007, dir. David Frankel); estimated $124.7M domestic gross / $326.5M worldwide
- Mamma Mia! (2008, Phyllida Lloyd); estimated $144 M domestic/$465.5 worldwide
- Julie & Julia (2009, Nora Ephron); btw August 7-19 estimated $45M domestic; not yet released worldwide
A couple of important things to mention about this these projects—they are all produced by major studios (Fox, Universal and Sony, respectively), the latter two by female directors and all targeting a broad female demographic. Each film is adapted from a complicated convergence of various pre-sold premises (bestselling book loosely based on Vogue editor Anna Wintour’; long running Broadway musical based on ABBA songs; blog/bestselling books based on Julia Child and her cooking). However, if we were to ask the old question of “whose pictures is this anyways?”, the answer is unabashedly Meryl. She is the top-billed star and the one whom is benefiting from the boffo.
The most interesting (and perhaps puzzling) aspect to many in the industry is how a line of mid-range budget female fare has transformed Streep in a consistent box office earner for the first time in decades. However, this recent popularity is only another refashioning of a career that spans more than three decades.
1970s/early ‘80s – After years on the stage, Meryl earns critical acclaim and her first Oscar nods and wins in projects such as The Deer Hunter (1978), Manhattan (1979), Kramer vs. Kramer (1979) and Sophie’s Choice (1982).
On a personal note, this is the first “Meryl” I experienced, watching these heart-wrenching characters on cable with my mom in the 1980s. As my mom remarked about how talented, capable and strong this woman was (only two years younger than her), I first learned how discourse surrounding Streep’s emotionally raw performance in Sophie’s Choice was different than the tone of another actress at that time, Dolly Parton. Notably, the marker of critical acclaim arrives early in Streep’s career and still shapes it today.
1980s – Through a variety of romantic and dramatic roles, most notably the commercial success of Out of Africa (1985), Meryl moved into leading roles along such “quality” actors such as Robert Redford, Jack Nicholson and Robert DeNiro. Her stardom seemingly reaches a popular high in her press coverage and awards, exemplified by her winning the People’s Choice Award for best actress six years in a row (1982-88). H
Meryl Streep on the cover of Rolling Stone, circa 1986
1990s – At this point, Streep reaches the industry’s dreaded “middle age” 40s+ and the roles began to slow down. Besides a few dark comedies (She-Devil, 1989 and Death Becomes Her, 1992), studio genre films (The River Wild, 1992) or period pieces (House of Spirits), none of which fare well critically or commercially. The highlight of the 1990s appears to be The Bridges of Madison County with Clint Eastwood, based on the bestselling novel. Note how drastically the roles changed from the ‘80s to the ‘90s.
2000 – 2007 – Despite a few smaller scale successes with The Hours (2002), Adaptation (2002) and Angels in America (2003), the majority of the projects Streep is involved are commercial flops, particularly the political dramas The Manchurian Candidate (2004), Lions for Lambs (2007) and Rendition (2007).
Only by moving away from her characteristic intensity and dramatic works into lighter, comedic roles does Streep once again reboot her star image. While it is not uncommon for long career trajectories to function cyclically (emulating the industry’s boom and bust mentality), Meryl’s ability to consistently work and still find success within Hollywood should not merely be understood in terms of the projects she is offered (note that she claims to only have turned down a couple of projects) or the commercial success that may or may not follow. What I think is important is how her carefully managed and constructed star persona fits into this narrative of her recent reboot. A couple of themes have shaped and continue to shape her discursively as a unique brand:
1) A “classically” trained actress widely associated with her method (not THE Method)
Having studied first as Vassar and later earning a MFA from the prestigious Yale Drama School, Streep spent years in New York Shakespeare Festival productions and on Broadway. This “classical” theater training allows her an aura of authenticity and legitimacy akin to what certain actors (many times British) receive through an ability to immerse themselves within a role. I feel this is an important part of her reputation and the meticulous method that is always associated with her (another note: Meryl repeatly claims to not practice method acting). Anne Hathaway and Shirley MacLaine have both told stories of how the strained or tense relationships between their characters onscreen often travel offscreen in order for Meryl to remain in character and pull the best performance out of the cast.
These industrial stories are part of what John Thornton Caldwell terms ‘publicly disclosed deep texts for explicit public consumption.’ In other words, Meryl will do whatever it takes to get the shot/scene.[2] Similar to my mother’s description of Meryl as early as the ‘80s, the actress’ status has branded her in a certain way. Her “method” is constructed similarly to male contemporaries (such as DeNiro), yet Meryl’s performances on- and off-screen status are often described with reverence, mutual esteem and without the craziness or extremes that follows other so-called creative geniuses in the industry (think about scandals and reputations associated with male actors from Christian Bale to Daniel Day-Lewis).
2) This “authenticity” leads into her industry status as an “icon”, “legend”, “role model”, etc.
Meryl is often listed among the rankings of classical Hollywood screen actresses such as Bette Davis and Katherine Hepburn. I find this nostalgic take on her career and the current state of the star system fascinating. For example, the celebrity gossip blogger Lainey of laineygossip.com often writes about Meryl in contrast to the ungratefulness and vapid nature of today’s young starlets. In reference to her role as Sister Aloysius in Doubt (2008), Lainey states:
“That makes me worship her even more is her defence of Sister Aloysius. And how far she’s willing to go artistically in that defence. In a new interview with the Telegraph, Meryl describes a scene that she intensely lobbied to have cut – it ended up staying – because she felt it compromised her character’s conviction, or, more appropriately, her “doubt about what she has done,” arguing that if the film hinges on uncertainly, swaying it with what could be interpreted as conclusive evidence inevitably defeats the purpose.”
These are the observations of a studied and superior actor – so articulate, so f-cking smart, so unapologetic, so much more interesting than what we’ll be forced to live with for the next 30 years. In many ways, acting’s reputation in recent years has been raped by the new breed of dumbasses who call it an art without bothering to apply to it an artistic approach. Which is why more often than not when we hear them referring to themselves as “artists”, the most immediate response is to roll our eyes.
Like Audrina f-cking Partridge is now an actress.
But Meryl Streep…well Meryl Steep is an artist.”
Lainey perfectly captures the popular image of Streep as the timeless, classical Hollywood actress. She also differentiates her stardom from contemporary Hollywood through the protection of her personal life, including her role as a wife and mother. While Streep has been notoriously private about her 30-year marriage and compartmentalizes these different factions of her life, she can still play the game, as evidenced in recent giggling interviews with David Letterman and Steven Colbert. To tell the truth, I find her incredibly charming and engaging in these moments, yet it is all part of this approachability from a managed distance that has worked so well for her.
Streep’s honor of earning the most Oscar Nomination is often noted (15 and counting), yet she still remains the humble, gracious and grateful recipient of these acclaims. For instance, watch her exuberant and spontaneous 2009 SAG awards acceptance speech for her role in Doubt. Seriously, isn’t this a woman who loves what she does?
(Annie’s note: Somewhat hilariously, there are no straight up clips of her acceptance speech — just fan vids. Lots of them. Who’d have thought. But this particular fan vid does a nice job of capturing the moment.)
Co-stars, filmmakers, crews and journalists describe her as a team player and someone who consistently gives 150%. Her relationship with actors has been presented as that of a mentor. Recently, working along side a younger generation of female co-stars—Anne Hathaway, Amy Adams, Amanda Seyfried and Emily Blunt—has allowed Meryl to adopt a new role as the mentor. Particularly, Robert Hosler’s Variety article (“Meryl Streep actor and coach: Legend mentors co-stars behind the scene”) last year solidifies this image through co-star anecdotes including Cher, Amy Adams and Liev Schreiber.[3] Notably, the past three summer films all include a younger female co-star in an effort by the studios to bring in a younger demo. Not only constructed as talented and committed to her craft as evident in her projects but she is willing pass this onto the next generation of little “Meryls” as seen extratextually in publicity photos, side by side at awards ceremonies and so on.
Streep with Adams (Left) and Breslin (Right)
Overall, Meryl Streep is an unusual example of stardom, whereas a number of her boomer female peers have been unable to keep working continually in film and/or moved to television for complex female roles. In order to see how this boffo streak unfolds, we should keep an eye out for Streep’s next two projects in a voice role in Wes Anderson’s The Fantastic Mr. Fox (2009) and Nancy Meyers’ It’s Complicated (2009) alongside Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin set for a Christmas release.
Trailer for Fantastic Mr. Fox
Trailer for It’s Complicated
The Meyers’ project is an interesting one, as she plays the romantic lead in a wide release studio picture for the first time in over 15 years. I predict the film will perform at least moderately well, considering the grosses of Meyers’ last two rom-coms, along with the current career reboot high for both Streep and Baldwin. Then again, it may skew to an older and smaller audience, similar to how Julie & Julia appears to be performing. Aside from her individual career, how could this reboot translate to changes within the industry as a whole? Perhaps the commercial success of Meryl may open up other roles and projects directed towards females of a certain age and (speaking for myself) benefit a female-oriented audience in desperate need of smarter and more engaging fare. For now, we can only happily anticipate more Meryl in the future and that sounds just fine to me.
[1] Jonathan Romney “The Streep Effect: Why economists love her” The Independent. 16 August 2009.
http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/films/features/the-streep-effect-1772859.html
[2] John Thornton Caldwell. “Cultures of Production: Studying Industry’s Deep Texts, Reflexive Rituals, and Managed Self-Disclosures” in Media Industries: History, Theory, and Method. eds. Jennifer Holt and Alissa Perren. Malden, MA: Wiley-Blackwell, 2009.
[3] http://www.variety.com/article/VR1117983936.html?categoryid=1985&cs=1&query=Meryl+Streep
Guest Post from Kristen Warner: Black Star Power Only Exists on BET
From Annie: I’m in New York City, visiting my brother for a few days, but the brilliant Kristen Warner (from my Ph.D. program at UT) is guest posting on Black Star Power. Please comment at length — and let me know if you have questions you’d like to address to her personally!)
Snapshot: June 22nd at 12 am (PT), a former reality star of BET’s College Hill named Dorian’s Twitter page was hacked into and on it all of his celebrity friends’ phone numbers were posted. My default gossip clearinghouse Oh No They Didn’t created a post with all the numbers listed. Included in the list were Beyonce’s stylist, Christina Milian, Tracey Edmonds, Necole Bitchie, Tyson Beckford and others. Now the reason that I am mentioning this post is because of the responses from commenters.
Many of them had no idea who a good majority of these celebrities were and were thus disinterested in this as good gossip (ONTD has a reputation as one of the snarkiest gossip sites with some of the meanest comment sections in all of gossipland). Many of the commenters spoke of better numbers to get access to: the likes of Ben Barnes, Conan O’Brien and even Harry Potter were mentioned. Clearly there is a disconnect between who many ONTD posters consider celebrities versus that of the original poster. And to be frank, much of this has to do with race. Let’s just be honest: black gossip on mainstream (read: predominately white) gossip sites is just not that successful or interesting. Unless it’s Obama, Chris Brown/Rihanna (and much of that after their altercation), Beyonce, Tyra Banks, or the “current black man with bad behavior in the news” (this week it’s will.i.am), black gossip news tends to go unnoticed. Even the events surrounding Chris Brown and Rihanna’s disastrous car ride before the Grammy Awards in February didn’t get pushed through the mainstream tabloids as quickly as normal. But more on that later. First, I would like to answer the question that I’ve seemed to be begging: is there black gossip? More specific to Annie’s blog purpose: Are there black stars? The answer is yes and yes. It’s just that the circulation of black celebrity has different consumers and channels.
How many Black Stars can you name?
Black stars—I’m speaking specifically of the ones considered stars through mainstream discourse— trace back to the days of the Great Depression and the studio system. Mark Reid discusses at length how black independent producers and talent were hit hard during the Depression and sought employment in Hollywood. Black stars like Lena Horne, Sidney Poitier, Harry Belafonte, Dorothy Dandridge and Diahann Carroll signed on with the studios and became successful actors and entertainers. Extratextual of their film successes, though, is the discourse surrounding them from Carroll being called a “white negro” to Belafonte being linked with the radical black nationalists. Also of interest is the gossip surrounding their personal lives: for example, Dandridge and Otto Preminger as lovers or Diahann Carroll’s much publicized affairs with Marlon Brando, David Frost, and even Poitier. Were these gossip items big news at the time? Possibly. But they’re not items on the same level as the affairs of Marilyn Monroe or Jane Fonda or even Faye Dunaway because the personal lives of black folks is just deemed unimportant. While that explanation may seem reductive, importance is, well, important. The value of a human life is important and for people who 100 years prior were not even considered human but property, the fact that years later they are not considered significant enough to garner the same kinds of attention that their white counterparts received is striking. That said, I am sure that there were many anxieties concerning these black bodies that were negotiated around by not featuring them as cover stories in gossip magazines (at least not in white magazines. Black press featured them often in Ebony and Jet.) As an example, stories of miscegenation (look at Annie’s main blog image with the black woman cavorting with the white star) while good gossip made for terrible PR. Put simply, the aura of whiteness had to remain untainted and restrained and these stars (regardless of the cleanliness of their image) threatened that.
(Diahann Carroll and her then fiancee British writer David Frost)
Contemporarily, the same stigma exists. The famous black actors and entertainers du jour get press and even a little gossip. For example, Will Smith and his wife Jada’s bedroom habits as well as their Scientology-like religious preferences always make for good dish or, Beyonce’s current I Am…Sasha Fierce international tour put the paps on her trail, following her as she rode her bicycle in London or took a tour of Madrid, or Halle Berry and her boyfriend/baby daddy Gabriel Aubry getting snapped buying clothes for their daughter. But those examples are all authorized and acceptable because they are a large fiscal part of Hollywood’s mainstream. When Beyonce is pregnant, she’ll be the one black celeb on Celebrity Baby Blog. But what of rapper TI’s pregnant girlfriend Tiny? Where are those pictures published? Black gossip blogs.
The Alternative Network for (Black) Gossip News
Last summer, Lisa Raye McCoy-Misick, the First Lady of the Turks and Caicos was cheated on and later served divorce papers by her husband, Prime Minister Michael Misick, she retaliated with guerilla tactics involving allegedly driving her Jeep through his compounds gates and running through the Prime Minister’s home, eventually fighting with him which lead to them biting and hitting each other. Was that story covered on any mainstream gossip site or blog? Nope. But it was covered in depth on black gossip site Sandrarose.com Most mainstream blogs don’t even know who LisaRaye is to the Hollywood business let alone care about her relationship with a prime minister of an island mostly inhabited by Afro-Caribbean people.
(LisaRaye after the fight with her husband. Picture below reflects happier times.)
A better, more known example of the impact of black gossip site and its reporting is the Chris Brown/Rihanna debacle. After neither Chris Brown nor Rihanna appeared at the Grammys on February 7, E!Online reported that Brown was involved in an altercation with Robin Fenty (Rihanna’s real name) but had no other details. Neither did any mainstream blogs. But Bossip.com, a black gossip site, did. The first set of speculations on what happened between the couple was published on that website as well as the much publicized reactions of other black stars. This fact is important because it does demonstrate the difference in priority and ultimately, access, between black and predominately white gossip sites. Industrially, this access may garner some leverage if a black blog intends to move out of the “urban” market and into more mainstream territory. So far, the only blog that has made strides in this category is Young, Black and Fabulous. However, I am not quite convinced that even that using that kind of leverage as agency is enough to create a dominant counterpoint to the mainstream blog. Again, the disparity in celebrity is black and white.
And the black gossip sites recognize the disparity. For instance, Bossip regularly posts entries entitled “White Folks in the news” (For example, see here). There does seem to be a great interest in at least trying to create an environment where white people are the “marginalized minorities” who are patronized and condescended to. But as the old axiom goes, “If a tree falls in the woods, can anyone hear it?”
Back to the Twitter Leak
In sum, it goes without saying that a primary reason that gossip is so important is because it helps us to understand WHO is important. Regardless of accuracy or the fervor of a publicity machine, gossip allows the name and image of stars to remain in our minds. Thus, it speaks volumes when on average, most predominately white blogs post about black celebs at such a small percentage. Would half of Bossip’s celebrities be featured on Laineygossip, Popsugar or Perezhilton? Would their audience care about what spurned the marriage and eventual breakup of Usher and Tameka Raymond? Nope but Young, Black and Fabulous did. Or when rapper Trina and her BFF and television personality Lala Vazquez(and baby mama of NBA player Carmelo Anthony’s son) got thrown out of a game for nearly assaulting some fans? Unlikely. So, it should be no surprise that half the posters on ONTD deemed Dorian’s list of numbers as boring. They’re not important celebrities within the mainstream context. Not even if Tracey Edmonds was married to Eddie Murphy and Babyface or if Necole Bitchie is an up and coming gossip blogger in her own right.