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Alexander Hamilton, Meet Sherlock Holmes

 

As any regular reader of this blog should have realized by now, I take great pleasure in demonstrating what I believe is the most powerful tool when it comes to creative thinking–the ability to make connections where none seem to exist. It begins with an observation about which one then asks, “What is this trying to tell me?  How might it be relevant to something I’m working on?”

How to Watch Hamilton: An American Musical on Disney+ | TV GuideThis morning, my first observation was, “I’m really looking forward to tonight.  I’ve been anticipating the Disney+ channel’s release of its cinematic version of Hamilton for weeks, and today is the day.”  Yet, there is more to it than that.  This is the Lin-Manuel Miranda era.  Talk about a media superstar whose influence transcends his own arena.  It is no coincidence John Bolton called his recent book The Room Where It Happened. an obvious rip-off of one of the most memorable songs from Miranda’s Broadway tour de force.

But the still small voice of imagination which occupies a corner of my brain told me to keep pushing.  What am I missing?  The answer is always there if you connect the dots.  Was the next data point a one-liner from a Steven Wright comedy album I listened to last night? “I was once walking through the forest alone.  A tree fell right in front of me, and i didn’t hear a thing.”

Interesting, but that voice kept nagging me, “Keep pushing.  There are still more dots.”  This morning I was awakened by the dog which resides at the house that backs up to our lot.  There lay the key.  It is not always what you see or hear.  You have to consider what you did not observe or a sound that was absent.  SPOILER ALERT.  This is the very essence of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s classic Sherlock Holmes mystery, The Hound of the Baskervilles.  Holmes is recruited by Dr. James Mortimer to investigate the death of his former patient Sir Charles Baskerville whose demise is initially determined to be the result of a fatal coronary.

Mortimer suspects Sir Charles’ heart attack was triggered when he may have encountered a mysterious black hound which reportedly wandered the manor grounds and had been responsible for the earlier death of Hugo Baskerville. Holmes becomes frustrated with the lack of clues and tangible evidence. Until he questions the owner of the adjacent estate Jack Stapleton.  Holmes notices the Stapletons’ pet Mastiff barks at anyone who approaches the house with the exception of its owner Jack.  Holmes surmises the Stapleton’s hound was the animal in question, since no one in the vicinity of the murder site saw or heard anything the night of the murder.

Which brings me back to John Bolton, especially in light of his latest disclosure he had, in fact, briefed Donald Trump on the Russian bounty program through which the Kremlin allegedly paid Taliban insurgents for killing coalition soldiers in Afghanistan.  Based on this latest revelation, I wondered if the more appropriate title for Bolton’s 600 page tome should have been The Room Where It Didn’t Happen.  Re-enter Steven Wright who, impersonating Bolton, might have described the March 2019 episode in the Oval Office as follows.  “I was once talking to Trump, with no one else in the room. Right in front of me, he ignored my warning about a Russian threat to American Soldiers, and I didn’t do a thing.”

We have a pretty good idea what historians will have to say about Donald Trump in the context of 244 years of American presidential history.  Already, John Meacham, Doris Kearns Goodwin and Douglas Brinkley have not suppressed their disdain for Trump’s violation of presidential norms and disrespect for the office he holds. What we also need to know is how many senior advisors, besides Bolton, listened to Trump’s conspiracy theories and proposed violations of his oath of office, and never challenged him or threatened to go public.  In Miranda’s next political musical Trump, the Oval Office becomes “The Room Where it Didn’t Happen.”  This important retelling of the past four years may be the legacy of those who surrounded him, the “Hounds of Trumpville,” who barked at everyone except their master.

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP

 

The Dresser

 

One of the more interesting aspects of the Department of Justice lawsuit filed against former national security advisor John Bolton is the demand that proceeds from the sale of his tell-all book should be deposited in the U.S. Treasury including any revenues from the movie rights.  I must admit I had not thought about the plethora of films that might be based on, as of today, the 22 books which chronicle insider views of the Trump White House.  My first thought?  Wes Craven or Jordan Peele could not do justice to this Gothic horror story, no matter how hard they tried.  And Freddy Kruger (Nightmare on Elm Street) and Michael Meyers (Halloween) pale in comparison when it comes to this forthcoming slasher film where the victim is the Constitution rather than promiscuous high school students.

Perhaps my time was better spent looking outside tales of terror.  What if the preeminent version of the Trump years was more like a Shakespearean play?  Would it be a comedy when everyone gets married in Act V?  Or in Trump’s case, married for the fourth time.  Or a tragedy ending in the figurative death of the title character?  But wait!  Maybe it was not about the parts in theater productions, but the actors who star in them.  Was Trump a male version of Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard, a one-time larger than life personality who believed there were not small actors, only small parts, yet at an advanced age was unfit for a cameo, much less a starring role?

Among the devices I encouraged students in my Imagination class at Miami University to keep in their tool kits was patience.  Don’t force ideas.  Let them come to you.  And this morning that is exactly what happened as I read stories about last night’s Trump rally in Tulsa, Oklahoma.  In reference to the underwhelming crowd inside BOK Arena, one headline read, “Someone Is Going to Get Fired for This.”  The inside story of the Trump administration was never about the protagonist.  It will be about the people tasked with propping up an aging headliner.

The Dresser - Albert Finney and Tom Courtenay - sheer brilliance ...And there it was, as plain as the nose on my face.  1983.  The Dresser.  Peter Yates’ adaption of Ronald Harwood’s play, “the story of an aging actor’s personal assistant, who struggles to keep his charges’s life together.” (Wikipedia)  Is it mere coincidence the elderly thespian, played by Albert Finney, is referred to only as “Sir,” the same honorific Trump employs whenever sharing a conversation he has with anyone ranging from a MAGA-head to a member of his cabinet to a four-star general.  Sir is described as “of the old school of acting, full of grand gestures and fine oratory.”  However in his final performance as King Lear, Sir is uncertain of his lines and begins to improvise his speeches. Sound familiar?

When Sir collapses as the curtain drops on Act V, the title character, Sir’s life-long assistant and companion Norman (Tom Courtenay) helps Sir back to his dressing room.  Sensing he is at the end of his career, the actor implores Norman to read to him from an autobiography he claims to be writing.  However, Sir has only gotten as far as the dedication in which he thanks everyone from audiences to fellow actors to stage technicians.  Everyone except Norman, who has been his most loyal and trusted servant for decades.

May I suggest there will likely be a similar end to the Trump saga.  In the final scene, upon his return to Florida next January, an exhausted Trump is helped to his bedroom at Mar-a-Lago.  As he lies there, he hands Ivanka a hardcover copy of The Art of the Deal from 1987.  He asks her to read him the dedication.

IVANKADaddy, there is no dedication.  But there is one paragraph of acknowledgements.

TRUMPRead it to me.

IVANKAAre you sure? I’m not sure its relevant any more.

TRUMPYes, yes.  Read it to me.

IVANKAOkay.

“I owe special thanks to several people who made it possible for me to complete this book in the face of my other responsibilities.  Ivana Trump, my wonderful wife, and my  three children were understanding about the many weekends that I spent working on the book.  Si Newhouse first came to me and convinced me to do a book despite my initial reluctance.  Howard Kaminsky, Peter Osnos, and many others at Random House have been enthusiastic, energetic supporters of the book.”

Daddy, I never realized until now you didn’t mention Tony Schwartz who actually wrote the book.

TRUMPWhy should I?  I paid him, didn’t I?

The only question is who will be cast in the title role of the 2021 remake.  The possibilities are endless.  Roger Stone? Steve Bannon?  Steven Miller?  Bill Barr?  Brad Parscale?  Rudy? Ivanka?  Jared?  Junior?  Or all of the above, in which case the Trump biopic is much like the sequel to Alien which James Cameron chose to call Aliens.  The remake of the Finney/Courtenay classic might more appropriately be known as The Dressers.  Or in honor of Tony Schwartz, maybe a better title is The Ghostwriter.

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP

 

Follow the Rubles

 

On October 3, 1950, a televised version of the popular radio game show Can You Top This? debuted on ABC.  The premise was simple.  A panel of three comedians vied to get each other to laugh at their jokes.  Despite the radio version’s large audience, the video adaptation went off the air just eight months later.  Sadly, the latest iteration, broadcast live from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is in its fourth season.  And unlike its predecessors, Can You Top This? 2020 has no moderator and only one contestant Donald J. Trump, vying to outdo himself with inane comments and pure nonsense.

Fortunately, as was the case with The Apprentice, Trump’s other venture into entertainment media, the show’s ratings are now plummeting with the likelihood it will be pulled from the fall schedule.  (FACT: Between 2004 and 2007, The Apprentice viewership dropped form 20.7 million to 7.5 million.)  But it is not for lack of trying.  Who can forget last Friday’s must see episode when Trump suggested brutally murdered George Floyd was smiling down from heaven and celebrating a jobs report which at best heralded a five percent comeback from record unemployment.  Hard to top that one.

But this morning, he gave it his best effort.  At 8:34 AM, Trump tweeted:

Never in the history of Can You Top This? did one bit contain so many punchlines.  Take your pick.  Martin Gugino is associated with ANTIFA.  A 75 year-old man is tech-savvy enough to operate a device which can intercept coded police messages and disrupt communications.  He intentionally inflicted life threatening injury to himself.

One feature of the original radio show was when listeners were invited to submit jokes for the panelists, changing the nature of the competition.  The on-air participants were rated on their ability to deliver content which was not their own.  Which makes you wonder, “Does Trump write his own material?”  In this morning’s case, we know the answer.

The Gugino “joke” first appeared on the web site The Last Refuge, whose header includes the tag line, “Rag Tag Bunch of Conservative Misfits.”  They should have further qualified their status to include the word “confused”.  As evidence of Gugino’s ANTIFA credentials, the writer who only identified himself as “sundance” reported:

On Friday Buffalo Mayor Byron Brown admitted Gugino was a professional ‘agitator’ who tried to work up the crowd and had been asked to leave the area ‘numerous’ times.

Close, but no cigar.  As reported by The Hill later that day:

Mayor Byron Brown (D) said on Friday that he was told a protester who was tackled and arrested by state police earlier in the week was a “major instigator” and an “agitator.”

Brown said state police officers were involved in the arrest of the protester, Myles Carter, last Monday and that the city does not have the ability to take action against them.

Although the conspiracy theory involving Gugano was now debunked, it did not stop Trump’s new media outlet of choice One America News Network  (OANN) from spreading the connivance on-air Monday night.  They repeated the claim Gugano had been identified as an agitator without attributing the remark to Mayor Brown or any other source.  One would think OANN would want its viewers to know the president* of the United* States had picked up on their reporting, but the story has since been scrubbed from OANN’s web site.

Perhaps the network had second thoughts after several Twitter accounts noted the report had been filed by OANN correspondent Kristian Rouz.  Rouz joined OANN in August 2017 as a political reporter.  Despite his new affiliation, Rouz remains on the payroll of Sputnik, which as disclosed by The Daily Beast, is “a Kremlin-owned news wire that played a role in Russia’s 2016 election-interference operation, according to an assessment by the U.S. intelligence community.”

As they say in comedy, timing is everything.  Therefore, it should come as no surprise Rouz came to America in the spring of 2015, just prior to Trump’s announcement he was running for president.  His obtained a visa on the premise he was pursuing a career in music and did, in fact, join an indie rock band named White Tar.  In an interview with The Daily Beast  national security correspondent Kevin Poulsen, Rouz’ bandmate, who goes by the stage name Jov Paradice, recalls what can only be described as Rouz’ dual personality.

When Trump was getting elected, he went into full sports coat mode. He had an indie style before—the whole blurred-line-of-sexuality thing—then he was wearing red ties and a suit. I said, “I’m not getting on the stage with Trump.”

Imagine, a Russian national, showing up in the United States at the start of the 2016 presidential election with an affinity for Donald Trump who joins a right-wing cable news outlet while still being paid by a Russian news organization and promoting conspiracy theories which Trump then shares via Twitter.  Can you top that?

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP

 

Who You Gonna Call?

Recent movies such as The Irishman have demonstrated how CGI can be employed to alter the actors’ facial features.  What if that same technology provided a low-cost means of updating classic films?  Rather than recast roles, the special effects team would need only alter appearances and re-record the soundtrack.  Consider the following example.  A coronavirus era re-release of the Harold Ramis hit Ghostbusters.  In this excerpt, the Virusbusters try to convince Donald Trump to take the pandemic seriously.

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AN AIDE (Tommy Hollis)
(entering with the Virusbusters)

The Virusbusters are here, Mr. President.

DONALD TRUMP (David Marguiles)
(looking them over)

Okay, the Virusbusters. And where’s Jared?

JARED (William Atherton)
(Jared shoulders his way forward.)

Here I am, sir. And I’m prepared to make a full report. These men are complete hoaxsters. Someone has a fever or a slight cough and calls these bozos, who conveniently show up to get rid of the problem by suggesting they get tested, isolate themselves and wear masks.

TRUMP
(to Jared)

You’d think they’d recommend Hydroxychloroquine or Clorox.

 Dr. Fauci (Bill Murray)

I know he’s your son-in-law, but that man is a psychopath, Mr. President.

JARED

Or a mixture of gases, no doubt the army has a surplus.

(Trump looks for help from his advisors.)

HHS SECRETARY AZAR (Norman Matlock)

All I know is, this isn’t your typical seasonal flu reality show. I’ve seen every form of contagion known to man, but this beats me.

(Trump turns to Franklin Graham.)

GRAHAM (Tom McDermott)

Officially, the Church will not take a position on the religious implications of this phenomena. However, since it started, people have been lining up at every church in the city.  We’ve had to put out additional collection plates.  Personally, I think it’s a sign from God but don’t quote me on that.

TRUMP
(shaking his head)

I can’t call a press conference and tell everyone to just start praying.  I’d have to go to church to set an example.

(Ben Carson steps forward. Trump looks at him quizzically.)

CARSON (Ernie Hudson)

Mr. President, you may not remember me.  I’m Ben Carson, your secretary of HUD. I’m not usually welcome in the oval office, but I had to come and tell you – this thing is real.  Since I joined the task force, I have seen shit that would turn you white.

TRUMP
(He rubs his eyes wearily.)

So what do I do now?

FAUCI

Mr. President, it’s a pretty simple choice. You can believe Jared here … or you can accept the fact that this country is heading for a disaster of really Biblical proportions.

TRUMP

What do you mean “Biblical?”

FAUCI

Old Testament, Mr. President. “Wrath of God”-type stuff. The beaches will close, people won’t be able to get a haircut or their nails done …

BIRX (Dan Akroyd)
(chimes in)

… no political rallies, no golf, mass unemployment, inspectors general sacrificed …

TRUMP

Enough! I get the point.  But what if you’re wrong?

FAUCI

If I’m wrong then nothing happens and you toss us in the can like you want to do with Biden and Obama. But if I’m right, and if we can stop this thing … well, let’s just say that you could save the lives of a lot of registered voters.

VIRUSBUSTERS!  Not coming to a theater near you this spring.

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP

No News Is No News

 

I stopped watching the Sunday morning “news” programs, because they do everything BUT give the news.  Oh for the days when Meet the Press meant that someone in the news would be questioned by a panel of journalists.  Today, the same show consists largely of op-ed writers at a round table talking at (and often past) each other.  You might know it by the frat-boy moniker, “circle jerk.”

Lynne Russell - Late-1990s - YouTubeMaybe some of you aging, more COVID-19 susceptible folks remember the original CNN Headline News with Lynne Russell.  Every 30 minutes you got a version of the news Sargent Friday (Jack Webb) would be proud of, “Just the facts, ma’am.”  News based on the basic principles of journalism:  who, what, when, where and how.  For a medium which characterizes the current administration as a “reality TV show,” the mirrors in the make-up rooms of every cable news studio must be draped in sack cloth.   Their programs now consist of a series of cliff-hangers, unintended parodies of that old joke, “Global apocalypse; details at eleven.”

For example, yesterday on Morning Joe,  Mika Brzezinski announced this lead-in to a story of particular interest to those of us who believe Florida governor, Ron “deSanitize the data,” is cooking the books when it comes to reporting COVID-19 cases and related deaths.  “Coming up, questions about Florida under-reporting coronavirus cases in the wake of the state’s reopening.”  An HOUR later, they finally interviewed Palm Beach County State Attorney Dave Aronberg who confirmed the “official” state numbers were limited to tests administered by public health agencies when 90 percent of tests were done at private laboratories.

Which brings me to today’s main theme, when news programming is more interested in journalists talking to each other what do they fail to cover.  Take an op-ed in this morning’s New York Times, actually one I find somewhat innovative in which liberal Gail Collins and conservative Brett Stephens present their thoughts as a dialogue.  Today’s conversation was titled, “Donald Trump, Unmasked.”  Stephens has become part of the growing herd of former Republicans who now admit Trump is anything but a conservative and is a threat to national security.  While hoping Joe Biden dethrones the incumbent, Stephens suggested the presumptive Democratic nominees needs to present himself as more than the anti-Trump.

All this means there’s an opportunity for Joe Biden, provided he can articulate not just a biting critique of Trump but a compelling rationale for his candidacy.

If folks like Brett Stephens had paid attention during one of Biden’s recent virtual town halls, they might have heard that rationale.  When asked what he might do differently from Trump to re-open the economy, Biden suggested job-sharing.  Four versus eight hour shifts for company employees.  Half the employees on a factory floor would facilitate physical distancing.  And public assistance such as the Paycheck Protection Program (PPP) would be needed only to subsidize half the salary for each worker.  Media outlets Zoom-Zoomed right by this recommendation faster than a Mazda Miata in favor of commentary about how soon Biden can get out of his basement.

It’s not like the American news media have not been burned enough times already for reporting opinion instead of facts.  Vietnam.  Iraq.  Racial injustice.  Mortgage lending.  Universal health care.  And there are already models out there.  If your cable or streaming television service offers BBC World News,  give it a try.  Thirty minutes several times a day.  An anchor at a desk reporting the news.  BBC correspondents tell us what is happening, not what they think.  The closest they come to opinion is covering what world leaders are saying.  News that actual abides by the Fox tagline, “We report. You decide.”

This weekend, I re-watched the 1976 production of Network, Paddy Chayefsky’s tour-de-force in which Union Broadcasting System (UBS) news anchor Howard Beale (Peter Finch), in a drunken on-air rage, exposes the essence of television news.

Television is not the truth. Television’s a goddamned amusement park! Television is a circus, a carnival, a traveling troupe of acrobats, storytellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, sideshow freaks, lion tamers, and football players. We’re in the boredom-killing business!

The transformation at UBS is complete when the network president assigns management of “the news” to the head of entertainment programming Diana Christensen (Faye Dunaway).

The question of the day?  As boredom increases during this global pandemic, do we become more susceptible to this circus or do we follow Howard Beale and open our windows and tell the world, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore”? Or better yet, emulate Dana Freeling (Dominique Dunne), who, upon seeing her house implode at the end of the movie Poltergeist , screams, “WHAT’S HAPPENING?”  Wouldn’t it be nice if there was someone who would tell us?

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP