That Shiny New Blog Smell

MMM. NEW SEASON. All those shows smell so shiny right now. They're covered in baby powder and you just want to kiss them and love them.

And in a few weeks, some of them will be colicy and shitting everywhere, and we'll just be wishing we could get some more sleep. But for now, for glorious now, every baby is beautiful and pink and cuddly.

On the blog this week, we're going to try some different things. Later this week, in anticipation of Corner Gas' fifth season premiere Sept 24, I'll have a convo with two of the writer/producers, Mark Farrell and new showrunner Kevin White.

I'm also going to try to give you a taste of something different and more inside. (Without, you know, revealing anything privileged.)

My second episode of The Border, Ep 107, called "Family Values," starts prep today. I've written about prep before. But this time, I'm going to try to give you a blow-by-blow of some of the many, many meetings that you go through when you're prepping a script. It's one thing to be writing along in your garret, quite another to watch a talented group of professionals try to get a show on its feet. So this is gonna be a crafty wonk thing. Hope you all don't mind.

Finally, Jim Bawden in today's Toronto Star has a nice little article about the fall season from the Canadian perspective. The CAB wants you to think that no one in Canada wants to see Canadian shows, because that fits their agenda. It is indeed codswallop, and Bawden calls it as much.

Underfunded and underappreciated, Canadian TV comes tiptoeing back into view after summer's reruns. It's not that Canadians don't like watching themselves on TV. Try saying that to the million-plus fans who eagerly await each new episode of Corner Gas.

Or what about the sudden hit status of last year's Little Mosque on the Prairie, definitely a breakaway success after only seven episodes, big enough for the stars to get interviewed on CNN and written up in The New York Times?

What Canadian TV doesn't have, and never did have, is a plethora of smartly scripted hour-long dramas. This fall, CTV only has one hour of Canadian drama a week in Whistler, which is back for its second season, airing Saturdays at 9. CBC has the second season of the well-made thriller Intelligence (Oct. 1 at 9) and a new family entry, Heartland (debuting Oct. 14 at 7), to entice the Sunday suppertime audience that once doted on Wind At My Back. Citytv is back in the hour-series game with the vampire detective story Blood Ties (in November, there'll be another one titled Across The River to Motor City). Ten years ago there were 11 well-crafted hour Canadian series, but the glory days of Traders, ENG, Street Legal, Wind At My Back, Due South, and The Eleventh Hour are long gone.

It's not that they weren't popular – Global's Traders valiantly found its audience despite being smack dab against red-hot U.S. import ER. Programmers say it was the mounting cost – these days an hour of scripted drama costs at least $1 million in Canada, a top U.S. hit like CSI or Grey's Anatomy hovers at the $4.5 million (U.S.) mark...

More please! That's the reaction of viewers. But Canadian TV production is notoriously short of money.

Now, I've got to go read and give notes a script! I've got that back-to-school feeling! Who's with me!

James Spader? Really?

AND THAT'S all I'll say about that.

...okay...as one of the dozen viewers, I'll just add, 30 Rock -- yay.

But really. Really. That's it.

The Night Before Christmas...

THAT'S WHAT it feels like to a committed TV type. The fall season starts tomorrow. And thanks to Diane, I'm reminded that when it comes to TV news, the first place one always needs to check is The Futon Critic.

As she puts it:

I mentioned before that Mr. Futon Critic himself, Brian Ford Sullivan, was listing the 10 things you need to know about the new television season. He's done now, and he used statistical analysis to prove or disprove common assertions, like that Friday is the death time slot (it is), or that networks try to kill their shows (they don't). That's enough to earn my devotion -- opinion based on data, instead of the glut of trend articles that prove nothing but how cleverly writers can pick and choose details to suit their purpose.

But his last item, #10, is "Television is the best medium out there - and most of it is free!" and it's a lovely little article on how TV consistently produces "great content in a format that really isn't conducive to creating great things. "

Diane's particularly adorable when she's channelling her inner Spock, or Lisa Simpson, I guess would be the more flattering comparison...but I remind you all that here at Dead Things on Sticks, your humble host likes to engage in the messy first draft -- saying bold and occasionally stupid things about TV for your amusement and/or horror. I'm all about "choosing the details to suit my purpose."

Which doesn't mean that I too, can't also enjoy "opinions based on data." And bow down before the logic of their conclusions as presented. In any case, I for one think there are a couple of other items on Brian Ford Sullivan's list that demand your attention:

His number 2 point: Shows succeed and fail at the same rate, regardless of the genre, should be required reading at the Canadian networks. They all have a deep seeded allergic reaction to certain types of genre pitches. Many of us have grumbled that it's based on prejudice, not experience. Now Sullivan's crunched the numbers. Everything fails. Everything. Following the "hot" genre is no more a predictor of success than going it alone. You may as well try to stand out from the pack.

Then, take a look at number 6: Shows generally get canceled for one of three reasons. This is a nice, dispassionate article for the fan who's already wringing her/his hands over one show or another. When Mark Twain wrote that "a lie can get halfway around the world before the truth can get its boots on," he didn't anticipate the Internet. Now the lie's gotten all around the world, hit a bar, gotten on its cell phone in the bathroom stall doing a line of blow with a tranny hooker before the truth's feet have hit the floor. This season, as in the past, there will be all manner of vitriol directed against "suits" for making "idiot" decisions. Many blog posts will be writ, and forum theories be floated. But it's worth noting that none of this is really that voodoo. If you follow the ratings week-to-week, you'll probably know a show's going to be canceled before it is. And no, it won't be because there's a grudge against that star, or because "the suits were stupid."

Which is not to say that some of them aren't stupid. They're probably stupid in the same proportion to the rest of the population. Isn't that comforting?

Yes, you say, but Canadian networks don't generally release ratings. So how can I figure out if my favorite Canadian show is doing well?

Um.
I punt.

Then you get to other entries like number 9: Box or not you are represented in the Nielsen ratings (the tiresome argument I myself had a million times with viewers, and that I never want to have again) and number 8, Television, for better or for worse, is a business, and to me, Sullivan's true agenda is made clear:

When it comes to thinking about TeeVee, please don't be a crazy person.

Our relationship with TV is personal. I remember, years later, that Ted Harbert canceled My So Called Life. It's natural to invest in shows you love. But remember at the end of the day, you are getting it for free, or so close to it it's silly, and, really, it's still only TeeVee.

Now get out there and start your couches!

And thanks, Diane, for the Futon tip.

Taking Reality Seriously

DOWN IN the comments on one of my previous posts, commenter JH was defending the virtues of Reality TV. Interestingly enough, in that "I love my commenters and I love the internet" kind of way, Caryn James picks up that very baton in today's New York Times, pointing to two new fictional works that move beyond our culture's recent "tut-tut" or "society is crumbling" view of the genre. Has it really only been seven years since the first Survivor? That means I'm barely 1/1000th through the half life of the image of Richard Hatch's naked ass burned on my retina. Bummer.

In her article, "Imaginary Trips Beyond Reality," James writes:

But now the form has become such a fixture of cultural life that a smarter, post-reality-television generation of novels and movies is beginning to emerge. The clever little film “Great World of Sound” (which opened on Friday) and the graphic novel “The Homeless Channel” (published in May) tackle the issues behind reality television with subtlety and a true understanding of the genre’s appeal. And even movies like last year’s satire “American Dreamz” and the current fantasy “The Nines,” which don’t go far in analyzing the genre, appreciate its allure.

That acceptance is significantly new. Before reality television became a cultural force, prescient movies from the late 1990s like “‘The Truman Show” and “Edtv” sounded an Orwellian alarm, forecasting a world in which a person’s entire life might be televised. When that actually happened, books and movies continued the easy path of sneering at the trend, in smug works that deserved their obscurity...But “Great World of Sound” and “The Homeless Channel” are informed by the knowledge that reality television is popular for a reason: Viewers become emotionally invested in the players, even if they disapprove of them for playing. And these works convey the queasiness that is the essence of the genre: the voyeuristic attraction and sense of unease on the part of the audience and the complicity of the contestants themselves.

Besides plugging John August's new film, "The Nines", James also gives a shout out to one of my favorite films about TV:

Reality television has so rapidly broadened — to encompass everything from the Machiavellian deceit of “Survivor” to the bone-headed guesses about which briefcase has the money in “Deal or No Deal” — it’s a wonder that it took this long for a postmodern twist to occur, especially since one of the most accomplished films about the genre was one of the earliest.

“Series 7: The Contenders,” from 2001, takes the shape of a reality show in which contestants track down and kill their opponents. From its shot-on-video look to the stentorian announcer’s voice that says, “Real people. Real danger,” the mock film is less a satire than a shadow version of a reality show that is also a devastating comment on it. And “Series 7” effectively taps into its viewers’ emotional investment in the players: a pregnant woman, an unemployed father, a gun-toting lunatic. Daniel Minahan, the film’s writer and director, gets television so well that he has since become a top director on shows like ‘Grey’s Anatomy.”

Far from being reflexively anti-reality TV, like many of my compatriots in the scripted arena, I've always maintained a healthy interest, if not utter engagement, with the form. It helps, I guess, that once upon a time I was a TV producer, so I've got that professional appreciation for the level of craft involved.

When it comes to the shows themselves, though, I have to admit my viewership was limited to the first few series of Survivor (they lost me in Africa, and got me back, briefly, for the one with Rupert and the All-Star Edition.) I feel like I would probably like The Amazing Race if I watched it, but not enough to commit to doing so. I did have brief and dirty flings with Rock Star: INXS, and Hell's Kitchen last summer, but I think that's probably just cause watching Gordon Ramsay shout at people is so sickly entertaining. I may be a bad person.

No, though I remember thinking right away, back in that first season of Survivor, that I was humbled by how well produced and well-edited it was, the main thing I thank reality TV for is its absolutely crystal-clear commitment to defining character. I think it's sharpened all of us -- those who cast for types, and those of us who try to create our characters out of whole cloth.

Canadian Reality TV never quite goes far enough -- not enough pre-research, not enough time shooting, not enough time to cut...but, like James, I'm glad that other forms have at least let go of the reflexive reality-bash to start seriously considering how the format has changed us, and the way we think about story.

For we all think about story: whether you're a writer or not. And I think if you're writing something and your character isn't as interesting as any bloke you'd see on a reality show -- then, my friend, I would hope you'd take that as your "Come to Jesus" moment.*

*Your "Come To Jesus" moment may not actually contain Jesus.

Well This is Something

VARIETY.COM has added a TV blog, "Season Pass." And so far it seems pretty good. Adjust your blogroll accordingly.

Or as Variety might put it:

Kudos to Biz rag for putting skeins front and centre on new internet shingle. Don't ankle, add.

Christmas Comes Early to Canadian TV

I HONESTLY THOUGHT that there was nothing left, no indignity suffered or bureaucratic cough that could be inflicted on my industry that would catch me by surprise. Well, I was wrong. But in a GOOD way.

Yesterday, the CRTC released a report it commissioned that basically asked, "why is Canada's broadcasting system screwed up and how can it be made better?" In the CRTC chairman's direction, better meant how can the system be made more market driven, while still protecting the goals of the broadcasting act on things like CanCon.

So, what does the report say?

Well, first of all - it looks like the guys who wrote it just may have been reading, ahem, a few blogs.

From Playback:

While the review's authors believe that market forces alone can't achieve the Broadcasting Act's Canadian-content objectives, they question whether current regulations are working to promote homegrown programming. Specifically, the report criticizes the practice of simultaneous substitution -- whereby Canadian broadcasters substitute their own signal to broadcast American TV shows with Canadian advertisements. Because U.S. programs draw higher ratings -- and hence ad revenues -- broadcasters program shows such as Desperate Housewives and CSI during primetime rather than homegrown stuff, says the report: "This undermines the economic value of Canadian programming and the very great efforts that the regulatory system and the industry exert to produce more Canadian content."

The 300-page report also says that Canadian-content requirements are largely being filled by "the broadcasting of entertainment magazines and reality TV programming." The authors suggest targeted incentives to encourage broadcasters to program Canadian shows, particularly drama, during primetime.

Among their numerous recommendations is to give TV consumers more choice by getting rid of the much-maligned cable bundle: "Forcing Canadians to subscribe to truly 'discretionary' services that they do not want in order to get one they do want is precisely the type of regulation that may drive consumers to the Internet, pay-per-view and on-demand types of services," say the authors.

This is an enormous sea change. Now we have the CRTC's own report saying the things that basically the creative guilds have been saying all along: that the system is designed to marginalize homegrown voices.

But the report doesn't stop there -- because it finally frames things the way they should have been framed all along: from the audience's POV. SimSub does not help audiences -- it actually reduces their choice by forcing them to watch Canadian channels instead of American ones, and programs at the same time. It would be way better for the viewer, for instance, not if they could watch the CTV broadcast of LOST on two channels at the same time, but at different times.

And, of course, the gift of SimSub means Canadian channels don't have to offer real choice on Canadian stuff. It's not where they make their money.

The report also recommended the end of "bundling" channels together -- which is the number one complaint of viewers -- that in order to get the channels they want, they have to take a bunch of stuff they don't.

Moving to change those two things would set the industry on its ear.

So how did the industry react? Guess:

The Canadian Association of Broadcasters is up in arms about a recent report suggesting that restrictions should be placed on a network's right to simultaneously broadcast American TV shows during primetime.

"We believe that the report's far-reaching recommendations, if not properly applied, could fundamentally undermine the foundation of the Canadian broadcasting industry," said CAB president and CEO Glenn O'Farrell in a statement.

"Simultaneous substitution is a mechanism of fundamental importance," he added. "To remove this mechanism would effectively expropriate rights holders. It is irresponsible to suggest such a recommendation without any rationale demonstrating an understanding of the economic underpinnings of the industry."

But Canada's largest actors union, ACTRA, welcomes the report's findings. "This is really the first glimmer of hope we've had in a long time, we are really quite pleased," Stephen Waddell, ACTRA's national executive director, tells Playback Daily. "The broadcasters have made billions in revenue piggybacking on U.S. product... It's time for the broadcasters to wean themselves from this regulatory benefit. They can't have their cake and eat it too."

Waddell is also pleased the authors took a hard look at what passes for Canadian content on most networks, such as reality TV and entertainment news. "This report validates what we've been saying for five years. The CRTC's 1999 Television Policy is a failure. And Canadian TV drama is important." In 1999, the CRTC allowed Canadian broadcasters to satisfy their Canadian-content requirements with reality TV and other cheaply produced programming.

If you listen really closely, you can hear the sound of chickens coming home to roost. The CAB pushed for the 1999 rule change, arguing they needed more "flexibility" for CanCon requirements. They got what they wanted. It killed Canadian produced programming.

Any successes we've had since then have been the weeds growing up through the cracks in the pavement. But now, on the table, in the CRTC's own report, is a questioning of the holy underpinnings.

I don't believe SimSub should be completely scrapped, but it's going to be nice being able to talk about it as an option. The "you can't ask us to do anything" stance that the CAB has so ably pushed for years is dead.

Things just looked up - a tiny little bit - for Canadian creatives. And finally, too, somebody's talking about what's really best for the audience.

Like I said, it's like Christmas.

You can read the whole monster report here. But you won't. 300 Pages? I actually DIG this stuff and I'm gonna skim...

EDIT: Will's got his slightly more Rodney King-ish "Can't we all just get along?" take up at his digs.

The problem is -- no. No we can't. Creative people not talking about what's wrong -- quietly hoping things will get better, is what got the creative industry to the brink of extinction in this country in the first place. Now that an officially sancitoned report is out there, we have to beat the drum about it a bit.

As someone just emailed to me, "you better believe the broadcasters are going to push back, hard."

It's already started:

Look at how the linked Globe article -- in Report on Business -- frames the report (click the link above) That's what we're up against. They make it sound like the sky is falling. Not for viewers, man. Not for you and me, Jack.

The broadcasters pushing back is perfectly understandable. They have had a sweet deal. Look at those profit statements and acquisitions. They made a lot of lobbying choices and backroom deals to secure a rigged game that benefited them. What we have now that we didn't before is the weight of an outside perspective, a commissioned report, saying what we've been saying. So it doesn't sound like we're just a whining, self-interested group. (Because, face it, we creatives are that, too.)

If we're smart, we will embrace the spirit of this report where it relates to audience choice. No one's suggesting anyone not be able to see CSI. We're just saying, you live in a country with a lot of channels. Maybe those channels shouldn't all show the same thing you could see on the American nets on your cable box, anyway.

There is a middle way here. There always is. It's just that the CAB and the Broadcasters and the Cablers have never even had to contemplate trying to find it.

Now a meaningful discussion can begin.

But not if we take the heat off, Will. Not if we take the heat off.

Can You Stand One More about Jim Shaw?

I KNOW THE answer is probably, "no." To be honest, I'm sick of it myself. But the WGC sent out a sample letter yesterday to send to the people Jim Shaw wanted to reach in his tantrum ad.

I thought the letter was a little too nice. The problem is, this is a guy who is a bully. And call it the Catholic in me, but I believe in the power of positive shaming. So here's the letter I wrote to all those addresses. Please take a moment to write yours.


My name is Denis McGrath. I’m a professional television writer and a member of the Writers Guild of Canada. In the last three years, I’ve written just about every form of commercial television made in Canada. I’ve written cartoons for YTV. I’ve written sci-fi for the Space channel, documentaries on the CBC and lifestyle shows for Canada’s specialty channels. A show I co-created, Across The River To Motor City, will be premiering on Citytv in November. The show I’m working on right now, The Border, comes to CBC in January 2008. And the show I wrote earlier this year, Blood Ties, is currently airing around the world.

I’m writing to you today regarding Jim Shaw. As you know, earlier this year, Shaw escalated a feud with the Canadian Television Fund by withholding payments he was legally obligated to make. Shaw Communications and other Canadian Cable companies agreed over ten years ago to make annual contributions to the CTF on behalf of their subscribers. When they agreed to this arrangement, they were given significant regulatory relief by the CRTC. Jim Shaw has done very well by Canada’s broadcast system, but now he seems to think that he’s making some sort of donation. He isn’t. It’s not his money, it’s money collected from Canadians by him, to help fund television for Canadians.

In his latest move, he’s taken his crusade against the CTF into the realm of propaganda, taking out expensive ads in many newspapers in Western Canada. The ads promote a tissue of lies and half- truths about the CTF, and the Canadian TV system. The CTF has a board of directors. It is responsible to the Heritage Minister. It does not decide what shows it funds: broadcasters do, through their performance envelopes.

In his ad, he alludes to shows that don’t reach Canadians. There are certainly some of these, just as every fall dozens of shows in the U.S. fail to find an audience. The problem is that one of the shows that Shaw targets – a show he’s mentioned by name in interviews as an example of the worst of the CTF excesses – is the Showcase program Trailer Park Boys.

The problem with that thesis is that Trailer Park Boys is the opposite of what he says it is. It’s not an example of the worst of the CTF’s failures. It is, in fact, a popular success. I know this because I’ve seen the ratings over the last few years. I know because I see that the DVD sets are among the top sellers on Amazon.ca. I know because I saw with my own eyes, as one thousand people sold out a cinema in Toronto in the middle of a cold January for a chance to meet the actors. I know because I saw the same thing happen at the Commodore Ballroom in Vancouver earlier this year. I know because I watched as these actors hosted the East Coast Music Awards, and drew raucous laughter from the audience, at home and in the auditorium. I know because I’ve stood outside Muchmusic and watched as the Boys were greeted like they were members of U2. And I know because, like many Canadians, last summer I plunked down my own money to sit in a theatre and watch the movie version of this little TV show that could.

How could Jim Shaw get it so wrong?

Well, I’m afraid the answer to that is really quite simple. Jim Shaw doesn’t like the show.

And here we come to the root of the problem. Shaw thinks he should be able to decide what kinds of shows get funded, and which ones don’t. He wants control.

His sense of entitlement is unwarranted. His taste is not the taste of a nation. Ivan Reitman, (Ghostbusters) whose movies have grossed over a billion dollars, produced the Trailer Park Boys movie. But Jim Shaw thinks he knows better. He has acted shamefully, and the response of the CRTC and Government has been equally shameful. By not forcing him to fulfill his obligations, they have sent the signal that a well-connected millionaire monopolist with the ear of powerful people, can bend the will of an entire creative industry to his own. It’s an old story. But optically, and culturally, it’s not good for Canada. It’s not good for Canadians. And considering the huge strides made in popular production in the last few difficult years, it’s not good for Canadian Television viewers.

In listing my credentials up top, I left one thing out. I’m an immigrant to this country. I have American citizenship. If I wanted to, I could fly to the United States tomorrow and start working. It might take me a while to make it -- I don’t have any broadcast contacts down there. But I believe I’d make it. I’m that good.

The reason I don’t go, is because I believe passionately in trying to make the TV I want to make in Canada, for Canadians. I want to make, I try to make – stories that entertain and touch and speak to quirks and eddies in the Canadian character, truths observed by me in over thirty years of living in this fantastic country. I have done my part to try and help other people train themselves, and learn the ins and out of storytelling, too, by teaching screenwriting at Ryerson University for over a decade.

Please forgive me, but I think I know the hell of a lot more about crafting stories than Jim Shaw ever will. Yet in a million years, I would never think of making the kind of bullying, arrogant, boorish moves Shaw has. The Canadian Television Fund is not broken. We don’t need Jim Shaw to fix it. And it would probably be working a lot better if its staff and board didn’t have to contend with this man’s self-absorbed quest to impose his will on Canadians.

There are always reforms that can be tried, and things that can be improved. When he’s not ranting, before he summarily declared that the Canadian Television Fund can’t be fixed, Shaw even came up with a few himself: tying successful shows to repaying into the fund, rewarding ratings success. All of this could be accomplished within the current framework. But Jim Shaw won’t come to the table, because he knows better. And the CRTC and the Canadian Government won’t make him fulfill his responsibilities because…

…well…that’s the part I don’t know. Because he’s rich, his opinion matters more than the two million who watch Corner Gas, Little Mosque; the kids who flood Degrassi’s site, the hordes who brave the cold to meet the Trailer Park Boys, and even the professional TV critics who praise superior entertainments like Durham County or Slings & Arrows?

I ask you to act on behalf of Canadians. Tell Jim Shaw to stop with the silliness and fulfill his obligations. Tell him to stop lying about the Canadian Television Fund.

Send the message that millionaires can’t get their way because they can afford full page ads in the newspapers.

And let people like me get back to writing TV, not letters.

Sincerely,
Denis McGrath
Screenwriter

In Other TeeVee Blogs...

SALON.COM, in the leadup to the Emmy Awards this Sunday, are hosting a "TV Week" of articles. Rebecca Traister has a provocative essay called Women are the new men on TV:

Welcome to the new world on television, where the women are strong, and the men are cavemen. Literally. ABC's "Cavemen," based on the Geico ad campaign character, is about a trio of Cro-Magnons with low self-esteem and a little hair-growth problem. Small-screen heroes who aren't actually dragging their knuckles behave even worse. In the face of professional and sexual equality between the televised sexes, these fictional guys are cowed, angry and generally emasculated by the successes of their female counterparts.

It can't all be coincidence that this season is coming at the end of a summer in which the biggest movie hits have featured dopey, ill-groomed, irresponsible boys who score beautiful high-achieving women and then have no idea what to do once they land them. That's right, we're in Apatowland, baby, where the idea of a male romantic lead now begins with a water bong and ends with a fart joke. This isn't an isolated trend; it seems to be a broad cultural response that speaks to enough people to keep it floating. The shows this fall are not clones of each other: They're written by men and by women; they're geared toward teens and adults; they're comedies and dramas and dramedies. And they all seem to be expressing an anxiety about what on earth is going to happen to American men now that their women are not simply competing at work, sex, friendship, money and politics, but sometimes winning.

Among the degradations about to be heaped on television's men? There are guys whose wives cheat on them, whose girlfriends get promoted over them, whose mates make more money than they do; guys who get left out of baby-making, who date women with penises and at least one who gets anally raped by a monkey.

Traister runs down the various shows which show this new, emasculated man and muses a bit on what the heck could be going on here. But she sees only part of the story, by ignoring the fact that, with the viewing audience tipped more heavily female than ever before, at least part of this has to be because these are the kinds of shows and treatments that women want to see. This is what I was more or less alluding to in my post, The Eyeballs of Men. Traister offers an interesting prism through which to view the fall season, but I'm not sure she's entirely on the money on how and why we got here.

For my money, I look at show ideas like, "Big Shots" and just think, "Ick." Nothing for me there.

Salon's also got a monster article from Heather Havrilesky that I think every showrunner, or TV writer should be honor-bound to read. The thesis of "TV's triumphant overclass" is that the medium that once celebrated the middle class now exclusively mines the rich, and the super rich.

Today's TV denizens aren't just comfortable, they're loaded. Even as the mortgage crisis exposes the fragile foundation that lies beneath our culture of excess, the TV industry trips happily along with its tales of stylish executives attending gala functions in couture gowns. Whether it's the glamorous businesswomen of ABC's "Cashmere Mafia," quipping about their big-deal jobs over an expensive lunch, the rich men of ABC's "Big Shots" having drinks on the veranda at their exclusive club, or the sugar moguls of CBS' "Cane" wheeling and dealing in their antique-lined smoking rooms, the backdrop is always big money. Even if we're shown that the Hilton-inspired troublemakers of ABC's "Dirty Sexy Money" or the angry, backstabbing prep-school brats of CW's "Gossip Girl" are deeply unhappy, desperate people because of their wealth, it still only feels like an excuse to show them unraveling over drinks at the Palace Hotel, or wandering listlessly among the clothing racks at Bergdorf's. While the tag line for NBC's midseason "Lipstick Jungle" -- "These women aren't looking for Mr. Big, they are Mr. Big" -- should feel empowering, the notion that the almighty dollar is the only surefire escape from the desperation of the late-30s single is more than a little noxious. Even on the new dramas that aren't focused on money or power, like HBO's "Tell Me You Love Me" or Showtime's "Californication," characters live in massive, pristine houses, eat at expensive restaurants and wear flawless designer clothes. While the gap between rich and poor in this country widens to an almost inconceivable chasm, our TV sets conjure a vivid picture of an American dream that most of us can't begin to attain.

She's dead on the money in so many ways. And the thing is, there are a lot of strange, sinister things that conspire to make things the way they are. First, you've got a lot of showrunners who, you know, because they're good at what they do, make a bit o green. So when they reflect their lives, it's...um...a little opulent.

Like reporters, who a couple of generations ago were of a totally different class than the establishment, and now think they ARE the establishment, the medium of TV -- which was film's dorky younger brother, employing hungry up and comers - has entered its middle age pricing boats and Maui retreats.

And then there's the subtle pressures -- things like Art Directors and Production Designers -- who naturally want to make things look cool. Cool equals expensive. Rarely do you find people getting excited about recreating that lower-middle class mismatch of bad Ikea furniture just so.

On Blood Ties, one of the things I found most interesting was that it was always easier to get new, fresh, upscale looking stuff than to get stuff that looked dingy or worn or downmarket. The downmarket stuff was always way too expensive. The consumer, throwaway culture comes to the set!

I mourned the death of Lucky Louie partly because of the money and class issues at the heart of that show seemed fresh to me -- it's not a world we see anymore. That show was actually about people struggling economically. I wonder if Roseanne would be a hit today. I doubt it. I don't blame the Friends, per se, as Havrilesky does...but read the whole article and it's hard to deny that maybe Monica and Rachel do have something to answer for.

A little more middle and working class on TV wouldn't just be socially responsible. At this point, it might actually help us connect, and open new veins of comedy and drama. But first we have to break through this current vapid glamordome that seems to rule everything in our culture today.

What do you think? Is TV doomed to shovel us rich people with zero body fat who make us aspire to economic heights we can't reach?

Maybe that's why I loved Flight of the Conchords so much. Their apartment sucked, man.

Finally, if there's anyone out there who still misses the gloriously inside "Why Television Sucks" blog, Kay Reindl's got a bit of insider cooking going on over at Seriocity.

All the comings and goings and shutdowns and panics in advance of the fall premieres -- is it just the normal sturm and drang of the fall, and the difficulty of translating pilot to series, or has something indeed fundamentally changed? Read and judge for yourself:

So what the hell, right? Well, the hell is this. TeeVee ain't the movies. In order for a TeeVee show to work, it has to move seamlessly from the pilot to the next episode. You have to feel, as an audience member, that you're still watching the same show. The trouble with "Pushing Daisies" is that the pilot makes this virtually impossible. It's SO stylized, its mark made SO clearly, that nobody can come in and duplicate that. And then there's the expense of the show. MASSIVE. Pilots have gone from partial sales tools to the ultimate sales tool. The studios will throw fifteen million bucks and two weeks of shooting at these pilots and then expect the show to be made in seven days and for under two million dollars. The studios and the networks, by demanding that show creators think big and aim for the stars, are setting these shows up for failure. It's impossible for a writer to pitch a show that doesn't make some huge splash. Being responsible with the studio's money is a large part of what being a showrunner is about. But with regards to pilots, they don't seem to care anymore. EVERY pilot must make its mark. EVERY pilot must be unique, huge, exciting, unprecedented.

But that's not TeeVee. That's a fucking summer blockbuster. I don't know how to sell in this climate. I really don't. Do I want to end up in a situation where a feature director is screwing my show? No thanks. It's not worth it.

But as screwed as "Pushing Daisies" seems to be, no show is more fucked than "Bionic Woman." As I'm sure a lot of you saw, Glen Morgan left the show last week. People have been whispering about the show being in trouble for some time now -- over time and over budget. But when someone leaves this close to the show premiering... that's indicative of a bigger problem. There've been rumors about a permanent shutdown as well. Even if these rumors aren't true, you don't want to hear that two weeks from premiering.

Sounds like my Bionic Woman's never gonna happen. Aw well. Still, kudos to Kay for reframing my idea of success for Pushing Daisies. Now, never mind it being a big hit (too much to hope for,) I now will be happy merely if it's got a short sweet run of great episodes. You know, like Love Monkey. Ladies and Gentlemen, not even George W. Bush can move the goalposts better than that.

I Love You, I'm Just Not IN LOVE With You

SO HBO debuted its latest offering on Sunday night, Tell Me You Love Me. The advance word was dirtysomething. The attraction was the prospect of graphic sex -- some of it featuring actors you vaguely recognize. "Hey, is that the Profiler chick with her hand OH MY GOD."

You gotta feel for HBO. At this point it's like they've hit that point in Sinatra's It Was A Very Good Year when he starts thinking about his life as Vintage Wine from fine old Kegs, you know? How it poured sweet and clear and all? By the way, the last age mentioned in that song is thirty-five. They go straight from thirty-five to "my days grow short."

Don't tell me that song's not about TV.

Anyhow, Will Dixon wrote about this a couple days ago, and I think he and I had some similar reactions:

There's a distancing effect that occurs to a viewer when you intercut three or four disparate storylines --- you feel like an observer as opposed to being drawn in and moved emotionally (think Syriana or Traffic or Babel). I know this style makes the whole and the juxtaposition of the parts more important than the parts themselves, which can be swell for a movie, but for a continuing dramatic TV series, I'm not sure how well it can work.

And then there's the discomfort that can happen when you watch shows that cut a little too close to the bone, as it were. In this boys opinion, real life and real issues and realistic relationships can be informative and educational, but they're not very fun or entertaining. Entertaining is what I want my TV to be.

Then there's the fact that the world of the show is pretty, um, normal. The Sopranos and Buffy and Six Feet Under and Deadwood and The West Wing and Oz and on and on were fascinatingly entertaining because they took us to a unique new arena. But real life...real relationships...real problems...real issues - all set in a non-unique arena?

This is where the dirtysomething comparison really threw me. Because I was kind of a big fan of that show at the time. But thirtysomething strayed from the bedroom into the workplace -- it was as much about Michael and Elliot's adventures with Mad Man Miles Drentell as about the minutae of Michael and Hope's relationship. It wasn't that it had a unique arena -- it's that it switched it up. It had many arenas. I think that's what made the Sopranos work, too. It was the combo of Tony's home life and mob life -- the two families -- that was unique.

By putting the focus squarely in the bedroom, and on sex as a litmus test for everything going wrong in the various relationships, Tell Me You Love Me makes its world unbelievably claustrophobic.

But at the same time, I'm pretty sure that that's exactly what the creators of the show would say IS their unique arena -- they stay with scenes where other places cut away.

The New Yorker's Nancy Franklin liked the show, and essentially makes that point (the linked article also has an interesting take on Californication):

“Tell Me” has its flaws, but it’s very watchable (and not merely because it’s arousing); its aim is to show you what committed relationships feel like, and how they work, and how strange and fragile and complicated they are. And, despite the fact that there are frequent therapy sessions, the show isn’t talky when it comes to sexual issues. There’s a creative clarity about the series: Mort is also an executive producer and the main writer, and you’re willing to go where she takes you, even if you find that one or two of the characters aren’t worth your attention, as I did. You get to know the couples’ marriages so well that you become invested in their problems; one couple, devoted upper-middle-class parents of elementary-school-age children, have become like sleepover buddies; they haven’t had sex for almost a year, and can’t find their way back to each other. It’s to the show’s credit that, as you watch these two aching people not have sex, week after week, you begin to feel that you’re invading their privacy.

Will also mentions the complete lack of any levity (one of my drama pet peeves. I don't trust anyone who can't build in a humorous or light or non-ponderous moment every once in a while.) But in figuring out where the show goes wrong, I think Will may be giving too much blame to the intercut storylines, for a reason I'll get to in a moment.

The thing is, Tell Me You Love Me is well intentioned, and there are some lovely moments in the pilot. My disappointed reaction kind of sends me off to want to know more about the show. So I found the creator, Cynthia Mort, talking about the program on the HBO site.

With 'Tell Me You Love Me,' I really wanted to write a very spare, very intimate show about intimacy. I was interested in people who are in a relationship, yet so very lonely. They never thought of leaving their husbands or wives or boyfriends or girlfriends. But what happened? How do they get there?

In-Between Moments

I don't have any patience for artifice anymore, and I think people have a collective awareness of what's real, what's authentic. I wanted the moments on the show to play out, including what is unspoken in those moments. Because that's how you live -- people are not chattering non-stop. And if they are, they're irritating.

When you're in a relationship with somebody, more often it's about what's not said and what's hidden, and what comes to light and why it comes to light. I don't think you can have a show about intimacy without allowing those moments in between to play out.

It's somewhat voyeuristic, and that will make some people uncomfortable -- it made me uncomfortable watching at times. But I didn't want to turn away. And even if I did want to turn away, I wanted to come back. And that's the journey of the couples.

No Bailing on the Sex

When I was writing the pilot, I never thought about the amount of sex on the show, not once. Even when we shot some of those scenes in the pilot, scenes that were very intense and emotional. Not until I saw the footage did I realize what we were capturing. Then I thought, "Whoa. This is a lot." But we had many meetings about it. Sex is part of the language of intimacy. And just as I don't want to cut away in the therapy scenes, I don't want to cut away in these moments. It's not about the physical act. It's about the emotional act. Every sex scene, truly, is part of an existing scene. I was not willing to bail on any part of their stories, whether it was sex or therapy or a dinner party.

Sigh. That didn't help at all. Because I love what she's saying. I just...don't like the characters or the world she's created. I find their struggles and challenges real...I just don't find them...interesting.

By complete coincidence, last weekend also afforded me the opportunity to take in a treatment of almost exactly the same subject.

Now, the couples of Young People Fucking are younger and better looking. And it focuses strongly on the sexual encounters, over the course of one night. Like Tell Me You Love Me, the film follows multiple storylines. In this case, through several identifiable types: The First Date, The Exes getting together for a "no-strings" booty call, The Best Friends trying it for the same thing, The Threesome With the Roommate, and The Couple -- looking to spice it up in the bedroom.

One word: pegging.

Young People Fucking is by no means a drama. It's a raucous, scabrous, dirty, hilarious sex comedy. But there are also those moments that hit the sweet spot -- quieter moments of surprising depth and poignancy.

Here are two pieces of work mining the same territory. The thing is, those serious moments in YPF land with a grace and resonance that Tell Me You Love Me simply cannot match. There are some truths that are just better gotten at through comedy, I think. The ebb and flow of the intercutting storylines in YPF start out with the effect that Will's talking about -- there are some stories that you naturally just find more compelling than others. But somewhere along the line, that changes. The storylines that you thought were weak take a turn that make you go, "huh." That's how engagement works.

The last time I mused over the general differences of film versus television storytelling, I talked about The Squid and the Whale, and how its story made you not want to go back; you felt complete after watching it. TV is about creating a world that you want to go back to, again and again. I'm sure Cynthia Mort thought she was doing that -- that these delicate, troubled characters would inspire you to follow them through their therapy and their time together.

But for me, and judging by the premiere ratings, (it actually got closer to a Canadian TV number. Very. Very Low) for a lot of that audience that once loved the fact that "it's not TV, it's HBO" -- this is a show that could have used a little more TV. And a lot more laughs.

Is laughing at sex, and the foibles of couple more of a male reaction? Is the distancing I feel at Tell Me You Love Me Y-chromosome based? I don't know.

But here it is, folks, my up is down, black is white, cats are dogs confession:

The Canadian Film treated the subject with humor and mined truth, and I loved it.

The TV show eschewed humor completely, and in the process wound up seeming brittle, enervating, and joyless -- like a lot of the bad old Canadian films I tend to criticize. (Although there IS a Canadian film connection to Tell Me You Love Me -- Patricia Rozema directed the pilot.)

I don't know if I'll dip in on Tell Me You Love Me to see if it gets better. I try to give series three eps. But I'm still feeling burned by John From Cincy, so ...

In any case, if you want sex with a dose of truth and a whole lot of fun, I'd say choose the Young People Fucking.

Tell Me You Love Me airs Sundays on HBO, and in Canada on TMN and Movie Central.

Young People Fucking is (hopefully) coming to a theatre near you next year.

The WGC weighs in on Jim Shaw

A MESSAGE went out today from the Writers Guild of Canada to members, reacting to millionaire monopolist Jim Shaw's latest hissy fit in Canadian Papers. It reads:

Jim Shaw Thinks He Should be Able to Tell Canadians What to Watch

…and Tell You What Programs to Write.

– Let him (and his contacts) know what you think.

Jim Shaw fires another shot in his war on the CTF. The CEO of Shaw Communications has taken ads in Western Canadian newspapers trying to drum up support for his notions of the way CTF money should be spent (see the ad here: http://secure.shaw.ca/apps/Secure/CRTCForms/CTF.aspx). We need to weigh in en masse and let Jim Shaw – and the government and regulatory bodies he pressures – know that we don’t need him to determine what Canadian programs are funded by public money.

Payments made to the CTF by companies like Shaw Communications are made on behalf of subscribers – it’s the subscriber’s money, not a donation – Mr. Shaw thinks because he collects it, he should get to say how it’s spent (if not just keep it).

The WGC believes that the CTF policies, determined by a board of select professionals with experience from across the industry, should administer the funds. (Ironically, Shaw Communications had a seat on that board, but chose to resign.) Currently, broadcasters determine what productions are funded by the public’s CTF contributions. The CTF gives Canadian broadcasters funding envelopes. The broadcasters – who employ professionals experienced in program development, production, promotion, scheduling and distribution – make decisions about how to spend the envelope. If a viewer feels the broadcaster is not doing a good job, they have the right to change the channel. Instead of changing the channel, Jim Shaw wants to decide what’s on it.

--------------------------

Let Mr. Shaw and the others know we don’t need him to determine what we watch on Canadian television. The CTF is our money. It’s the Canadian Television Fund, not the Shaw Television Fund.

The CTF is not broken and we certainly don’t need him to fix it.

Jim Shaw

Shaw Communications 1-877-975-0766

c/o investor.relations@sjrb.ca

Canadian Television Fund ctf@canadiantelevisionfund.ca

Canadian Heritage Minister

1-866-811-0055

min_verner@pch.gc.ca

CRTC

replies@crtc.gc.ca

1-877-249-2782

Take a few moments and weigh in. Millionaires get to buy full page ads, paid for by your cable money -- which he gets because the government's made it easy for him to do business. All you have is your individual voice. Please make it count.

Winks At Tiff: "Don't Ask Me About My Business, Kay."

SO THE best parties are always the ones that just happen. After much jostling and fuss over the first weekend of the Toronto International Film Festival, serious people have had enough. They don't care about Brad and Angelina, or who's wearing what or whether Sean Penn fucking smoked one or not.

So it came to be, that by the power of Facebook, your Canadian Screenwriter Bloggeristas, Alex Epstein and myself, hosted a gathering of some Canada's fearsome writer mafia -- with a few agents, execs and producers thrown in -- just for colour and seasoning.

(Above, Dead Things meets Complications. Alex's shirt reads "What part of Noh don't you understand." It took me forever to get it.)

The turnout was great, and conversation percolated the whole night. Rob Sheridan (Little Mosque on The Prairie, Corner Gas) held court on the patio, while Jill Golick contemplated the sheer daunting number of pilots she'll have to break down over the coming months.

(At left: Jeremy Boxen, Elana Trainoff, Rob Sheridan)

The Agent contingent was ably represented by Elana Trainoff from The Alpern Group, Vanguard's Amy Stulberg and Tina Horowitz, and Andrea Glenn, Lesley Grant, and Glenn Cockburn from Meridian Artists. Glenn, as usual, picked his power pivot position at one end of the bar and let people come to him. What followed, inevitably, was much admiring talk of his legendary hair and fresh kudos for Martin Gero's Young People Fucking -- which was packaged by Meridian Artists. Cockburn's also credited as Executive Producer on the flick. Nice!

At the other end of the bar, the Rent-A-Goalie boys kicked it up old school. Star/Writer Christopher Bolton was rightly proud of his fantastic cast's Gemini Award nom for Best Ensemble. Apparently, the whole cast is going to Regina for the Awards. You've been warned, Regina. You survived Charlize Theron. But the RAG crew are a different thing altogether. Lock up your Labradoodles.

(Pic above: L to R: Christopher Bolton, RAG uberwriter Graeme Manson, and producers Raj Panikkar and the Tallest Man in Canadian Showbusiness, Chris Szarka.)

Szarka was also buzzing about his wife Michelle Nolden's new series, ZOS, which sounds like it's turning out great.

The Canadian Film Centre's irreplacable Kathryn Emslie waxed poetic and passionate on the discouraging beat-down Canadian feature writers are getting these days, inspiration apparently being in short supply. Does no one in this country know how to talk to creative people? Sheesh.

Other topics of conversation I managed to hear out of my one good ear included much deriding of fatuous gasbag pipe peddler Jim Shaw, the gossip that Bill Mustos wasn't returning to CTV (confirmed this morning in Playback,) and, of course, the eternal puzzle: how Canadian Networks buy groundbreaking, tough original shows like The Sopranos, but won't make them. Unless, of course, you count TMN and Movie Central.

(L to R: Producer Robin Cass, Movie Central's Shelley Gillen, and Alex Epstein)

Speaking of programming, your host kind of got all fanboy and embarrassing when he met Adrienne Mitchell (above, right) and Laurie Finstad-Knizhnik, (above, left) currently outlining Season Two of Durham County. My words of praise were quite purple. But hey, that show deserves it.

Also spotted in the madding throng: Jeremy Boxen (Instant Star) Karen McClellan (The Best Years,) Doug Taylor, and Actor/Writer/Producer Dwayne Hill. The West Coast Writer Mafia was well represented by Mark Leiren-Young (Blood Ties,) Cory Kinney, Sarah Dodd (The Border) and Travis McDonald, (Normal) who's written TWO films at TIFF this year. (He's pictured at left with Shelley Eriksen (Show Me Yours, Cold Squad, Traders)

As the vodka flowed, Blood Ties creator and showrunner Peter Mohan looked on approvingly. "Yesss," he said, as next generation writers Adam Barken and John Callaghan mixed it up. "Yesssss."

(Pictured at right: Anne Fenn, Producer Virginia Rankin, Matt MacLennan, and Graeme Manson)

Unpretentious, fun and frisky -- some people cleared out to go to the NSI party. Others stayed til the bitter end -- we were still there when the crowd from Travis' Normal premiere arrived back for their party. Carrie Anne-Moss looked a little bewildered. Yes, yes, seeing writers in the wild can be disturbing at first. But there's also a sick, sublime beauty to it. Or so I imagine.

By the end of the night, talk turned to making it an annual event. So I guess it turned out okay. Thanks to everyone for coming, and for the few brave and foolhardy ones who actually bought me drinks. You're mensches, one and all.

Special thanks to Karen Walton, who kind of planted the idea (for me, anyway) and who was there in spirit(s).


The Writer Mafia will not be denied. Pass it on.

National Post Gives Across The River Some Love

HEY. NEAT. Across the River to Motor City was picked by The National Post as one of the Top 10 New TV Shows for fall.

Across the River is fun. The period detail -- hair, lingo, clothes, storefronts and interiors -- is keenly replicated. And rather than using the present to make the past look silly, the reverse seems to be happening (as when we see Ben's metrosexual son-in-law cooking dinner; or when we meet Windsor detectives Singh and Lewis).
David Fox, a veteran of Canadian theatre, is excellent as the old Ben Ford. He has a leathery toughness but is flustered by modernity, such as his daughter's house alarm. There's also a wonderful turn by Kerry McPherson as a wife who no longer gives a damn that her lousy bum of a husband is cheating on her. Plus the shots of the Ambassador Bridge are lovely.

And...

The plot is pleasantly confusing. There's a conspiracy slowing emerging that involves Cubans, the mob and JFK. The stewardess and everyone else on her flight crew seem simply to have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, their final flight having sat in Dallas at the time of the assassination.

I've never been so happy in my life to see the phrase "pleasantly confusing." Ah well. I wasn't in the edit man. I tried. Perhaps I should write Cliff's Notes? Nahh.

Number Nine, Man! I'm stoked! That's Like Number One to a Canadian!

Check out the full article here.

Jim Shaw: Fatuous Gasbag, Cultural Warrior

JIM SHAW'S at it agin. Showing his stodgy, crusty millionaire panties, all knotted up and bunched with extreme pique.

There he is, at left. Look at him, with his little Mr. Burns smile. This is the guy who wants to decide what is and is not worthy for you to watch on TV. Cause he owns the pipe.

Friend of the blog Brent passed along the news that Shaw is running ads in Western Candian Newspapers, that read, in part:

The Canadian Television Fund was created to help promote and develop
quality TV programming in Canada. But somewhere along the line, they
lost their way. Firstly, they give the CBC a backdoor to $120 million
each year. Secondly, istead of promoting the creation of better
children’s programming or developing a series based on the icons and the
elements of our country that make Canada great, they pumped 2.5 billion
dollars into shows about the dysfunctional residents of a mobile home
park, shape shifting aliens with a grudge against the government and
educational programming that offers instruction on the right and wrong
way to host an S&M Bondage Party.

At Shaw, we believe television should entertain, inform, inspire and
make you think. We support the development of original Canadian
programming that reflects this great country of ours. However this
programming should be a lot more reflective of the audience that will
ultimately watch it. We need a better way to create Canadian
programming. The CTF is broken and can’t be fixed."

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you your Cultural Warrior. You can read the ad for yourself here. Shaw helpfully also gives you a way to contact the Canadian Heritage Minister and the CRTC. I would suggest you use those links to contact them and ask if Canada's officially now the kind of country where a second generation monopolist whose family grew rich on protected breaks and easy money gets to decide what is, and what isn't, Canadian TV. And why we should put our trust in a man who runs down one of the few shows that Canadians DO watch. That's them at right. The Boys.

While you're at it, how about putting a special letter to little Jimmy in your cable bill?

And ask him when you'll be able to drop his service and go with Time Warner Cable, while you're at it? Now those guys know something about making original programming.

Here's something crafty for y'all. If, like Jim, you had gotten rich because your Daddy was rich, and you could buy an answer ad to his CTF pastiche of half truths -- what would you say?

Clearly this is a man who loves the sound of his own voice. If you happen to see him in Calgary, could you tell him to "Go Fuck Himself"from the Trailer Park Nation? Thanks.

Sunny In Philadelphia, Overcast in Toronto

TODAY'S NYTIMES has a great profile of the creative team behind the FX show It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, which enters its third season this week.

Edward Wyatt's article raises a number of interesting points:

“The network came to us and said, ‘We don’t want a show about actors,’ and we said, ‘Fine, let’s put it somewhere else,’ ” Mr. McElhenney said. “I’m from Philly, let’s put it in Philly, and we’ll make it about a bar, because that’s a job where you can have lots of free time and still have income that could explain how these people can sustain themselves.”

That was one of the few changes that the network requested, a light touch that the creators, not surprisingly, say they think has much to do with the show’s success.

The first season drew attention for its often outrageously convoluted plots and for a visual style that is unusual in situation comedy.

The plots took full advantage of the show’s basic-cable home, which granted it more leeway both in language and subject matter than a network sitcom would receive. Among the titles of the first-season’s episodes, for example, were “Charlie Wants an Abortion” and “Charlie Got Molested.” In the second season Mac, played by Mr. McElhenney, has sex with the mother of Dennis (Mr. Howerton), just for the sport of it, which leads Dennis to seek a similar act of revenge. The visual style was equally arresting. Most comedies are produced using either multiple fixed-position cameras — producing the look and feel of “Cheers,” for example — or a single camera that can move around but which generally focuses on one character at a time, as in “The Office.”

“It’s Always Sunny” is shot using three or four hand-held cameras, all of them running and moving at once. The creators also keep several characters in the frame at once, encourage improvisation and have the characters
constantly talk over each other. In other words, they act like friends in a bar rather than actors on a set.

I'm of a couple of minds about Sunny. I'm one of the few that actually liked the first season of the show (pre-Devito) a bit better. I remember reading somewhere that they had to shoot Devito out quick, and I think the rhythm of the show may have suffered. And though some of the Devito episodes were very funny, others suffered from the need to work him into the story.

In the second season, I also thought that the characters started to lose their moorings. Dennis and Dee had seemed smarter than the others, and Dee was a bit of a moral centre -- flawed, but still. In Season Two, they all slappped on the idiot suit as required. And whereas the humor in the first season was deliciously over the line, sometimes some of the second season stuff seemed to me to be throwing poo at the wall for the sake of flinging poo.

That being said, it's still way, way, way funnier than most other comedies on TV. And the lessons of the three day shoot, multiple cameras, overlapping dialogue and shooting characters together is something to keep in mind for low budget comedy.

I've heard a lot of people in Canada say that low budget comedy is just not going to work, because Trailer Park Boys did the faux doc thing first and best. But I think that's a copout. Sunny, yet again, is another example of a show that could easily be done here.

If you could get somebody with an actual sense of humor to say yes, that is.

Okay, well. I'm off to stand in the rain at the Canadian Film Centre BBQ.

Living the dream. Enjoy your Sunday.

Dead Things After Dark

FIRST DRAFT. Done.

It's too late for whiskey, (though the offer for a "wish" still stands; click the link for terms) but there have been a couple of celebratory catchup episodes of The Shield. And against my better judgement, I'm gonna post something that I probably shouldn't. This is totally Not Safe For Work, if you care about such things, and the only TV connection I can come up with is the fact that it was sent to me by a high falutin Canadian Showrunner type who basically is responsible for the musical phrase "eeee eeee eeee eeee" spinning around my brainpan like a hollow point bullet. For. Shame.

One more warning -- this is coarse. It's vulgar. It's weird.

It's gloriously funny, too.

And it features the angry Dr. Ken guy from Knocked Up -- as you've never seen him before!

So tell me, people, what's it gonna be?

Blood: On the Web and In the Ear, Baby!

MY EAR is still messed up but my heart is pure. And I'm in Act Four of Five, so that's kind of good. Sort of like the 3/4 turn. Should finish just in time for the Canadian Film Centre barbecue on Sunday.

And then Monday, a gathering of writer types old and new.

What fun!

Meantime, the production company behind BLOOD TIES has just put up a totally redesigned site that's kind of nifty. Access it here.

Um, is Someone Showing Films?

A FEW DAYS ago, I took stick for my reaction to a Guy Maddin profile in the Toronto Star. Yup, I admit, I have a complicated personal history with Canadian film. I want Canadian Films to do well -- I just don't necessarily like "Canadian Film."

The reaction I got on the blog made me want to write more about it, but the thought of composing such a post actually sent me into a soporific coma.

Well, lo and behold, Playback today makes my point for me, and if you believe their spin, this year's Toronto International Film Festival means sunny skies and a new future for Canadian film. Excerpts from the article, "Canuck Films Sizzle With More Commercial Focus." :

But what will mark this year as a watershed point in the evolution of our national film industry is the incredible range of work, and an unprecedented trend toward genre pictures with commercial potential at home and abroad.

"People are playing with genre in a different kind of way -- certainly in the case of [Martin Gero's romantic comedy] Young People Fucking or [Chaz Thorne's black comedy] Just Buried, which is very sharp."

Gravestock observes that Canadian filmmakers are personalizing genre in a way that he's never seen before, making them more audience-friendly.

"They all seem very contemporary -- plugged into what's going on now," he says. "One of the problems with genre is the story doesn't necessarily change from one decade to the next. [This crop] plays with it, and feels very much about the way we live."

Telefilm Canada head Wayne Clarkson agrees that there has never been more diversity in homegrown fare, from the eight first features to the no less than five films based on Canadian literary works. He also clearly sees why.

"It's the changing nature of the business," he says. "I think what's reflected here is the degree of international involvement in Canadian films."

The Telefilm chief -- and former head of the Toronto fest -- also notes that it's a sure sign of the maturing of an industry, one that needs to be able to compete in the world market in order to sustain its growth.

I'm going to see "Young People Fucking" tonight. I have fingers crossed and an open heart. Or that might be the other way 'round. Who can tell nowadays?