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Barry Miller, of “Fame” Fame, Decries Fame Today February 12, 2010

Posted by Aymar Jean Christian in Uncategorized.
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I don’t get too many celebrity commenters on this site — except if you count the president of the American Medical Association. So it’s no surprise that when Barry Miller, known for his star-turn as Ralph Garcy in the original Fame (1980), started commenting anonymously on my blog, I would fail to notice.

Miller had a huge beef with last year’s Fame (2009), a disgust he broached in a USA Today article about the original cast. But while Miller declined a formal interview to USA, he left his thoughts, under the name Johnny Lagoon, all over my blog.

And they are interesting!

Miller was mainly concerned with what he sees as the diluting of the original Fame, a shift reflecting broader cultural shifts, in which the desire for “celebrity” becomes an all-consuming task, where young people lack the critical distance to critique the system and corporations that produce fame for their own ends ($$$). Said Miller:

For thirty strangely obsessive years, Hollywood began producing imitative versions of the 1980 Alan Parker original, whose subsequent puffed-up aspirational agendas were an attempt to rebuke every single element of a commercially successful product that in the most direct and compellingly dramatic way spoke to it’s audience about the false spectacle and lethally toxic consequences of the very same Hollywood system that had made it….a voluptuous anomoly only afforded to that generation of young people who existed in that brief moment of time before the rise of Reagan and the age of the computer.

I agree and disagree with Miller. On the one hand, in a mass-mediated world, young people have always wanted to be famous. Visit the library at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences in Los Angeles, and you’ll find plenty of archives of letters from movie fans in 1930s and 40s both obsessing over and wanting to be their idols. I would even liken the early 20th century phenomenon of Charlie Chaplin impersonators as part of this fame-seeking impulse.

Yet I will acknowledge a shift in the 1980s, as the number of films released every year steadily, the age of the Internet began in slow motion, the stock market started to boom and the promise of quick and easy wealth seemed as tantalizing as ever.

Barry Miller (above) as Ralph Darcy in the original, in a scene marking his fall from grace. Collins Pennie (below) tears it up in the remake.

Barry Miller talked about this shift in terms of conspiracy, attributing the shift to an emboldened conservative movement and a Hollywood system intent on promoting consumerism and decrying political awareness. While there are shades of truth in that, in reality, I tend to not give Hollywood or conservatives that much credit. Most cultural shifts follow, I believe, fairly overt generational, technological and structurally economic changes. I do think Baby Boomers, for example, came-of-age during the boom years of America’s upper middle class and influenced their children’s perception of success, telling them they could “be whoever they wanted to be.” These kids were the target audience for Fame. I know my parents told me that. These Boomers, whose postwar parents were similarly successful, had no reason to believe the world might eventually become stacked against their children, with consistent tax cuts for the wealthy and competition from countries overseas. American exceptionalism seemed perfectly logical in the wake of the fall of communism and boom times of the nineties. The Internet, contributing somewhat to the myth of fame-for-all, in many ways was just an appropriate canvas for such cultural desires.

What Miller — and likely Alan Parker — is calling for is the kind of cynicism (or, more generously, skepticism), bred of the economically stagnant and politically demoralized 1970s, before the boom, from whose polluted soil Fame (1980) was born:

Obamasized, Twitterized, and Homogenized into it’s safe PG-13 demographic, there will be no lines of dialogue accusing God of being an idiot or Santa Claus of being a thief, no tears of rage about the horrors perpetrated on a child because of the consuming evils of poverty and malevolent parental jealousy, no crucifix flung in the face of a priest, no angry monologue about trying to come to terms with the violent suicide of a Hollywood star, no snuffing out of potential through the self-destruction that lurks at the heart of the American Dream.

It was easy to talk about the death of the American Dream in 1980. But that was a fleeting moment. Indeed, in my CliffNotes version of history, Ronald Reagan sweeped the country in 1984 by claiming it was “morning in America again.” We had woken up from the nightmare and the dream was alive. Fresh with tax cuts and ballooning corporations, we became obsessed with the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. In 1980s, Ien Ang found a great deal of inner turmoil among fans of Dallas, that televisual pillar to American excess; loving the rich brought on a good amount of guilt. But conspicuous wealth and success have become commonplace on television. Dirty Sexy Money was supposed to be a guilty pleasure, but ABC failed to realize no one feels guilty anymore watching the elite. We believe we’ll be them someday. At least that’s how the theory goes.

In 2010, however, the 1980 moment may yet be upon us again. With the aughts behind us, critics now widely characterize the decade as a lost one. It’s starting to feel like the 1970s again. From 1970 to 1980, the Dow Jones Industrial Average had barely inched higher, but from 1980 to 1990, it had about tripled, and did so again from 1990 to 2000. The 2000s brought no growth whatsover, for the economy or for workers. Paul Krugman called it The Big Zero. Hardly fertile ground for optimism.

The remake kept the original’s focus on grit and self-motivation, but with a much rosier perspective

This may explain why Fame did only mediocre business in the U.S., grossing just $22 million and barely registering on the cultural radar. I was surprised I didn’t read more odes to the original online and in print from those who’d seen the original. Fame, in retrospect, seemed out of place, unlike my original prediction. Still Fame did more than alright at the foreign box office, twice its domestic gross, suggesting optimism is bubbling beyond our borders (or it just shows MTV’s marketing muscle was better flexed overseas. Even though most big movies make more overseas, I’d thought of Fame as a distinctly American property. I guess I was wrong).

Of course, Miller isn’t upset about Fame‘s unremarkable stint in U.S. theatres:

MGM got exactly what they deserved. Let it stand as a testament to the fact that unlike the admonishment of the drama teacher in the remake who boldly proclaimed that there is no room for anger in the theatre, that it was precisely that anger that made the 1980 film a classic and the censorial removal of it within the 2009 version that doomed it to failure.

Surely the 2009 remake cut out all the anger — not to mention molestation, drug use and grit — of the original. I do wonder if twenty years from now, a more faithful Fame remake might fare much better. What will my generation tell our children about the possibility of success? What will twenty years of reality television and YouTube — so far inconsistent producers of fame — do to our expectations of visibility and our appreciation of raw talent?

I sense a return to a happy medium, a kind of sobriety where we realize how rare and fleeting fame is, except for the very few, while still seeking it as avidly Ponce de León sought the Fountain of Youth.



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2. Barry Miller - March 17, 2010

To Mr. Christian: You might find this interesting. Seems the “1980” moment is indeed back. Thanks for the article. A lot seems to have changed in the mood of the country from the time of the remake’s release last fall to the release of the Blu-Ray “original movie” DVD this spring. In reading the latest assessments, it seems that a lot of political disillusionment has helped to peel back the rancid layers of kitsch that have accrued around the film for so many blighted years ( due to TV series, reality show etc.) and that it’s dark heart beats as strongly today as way back when. Barry Miller

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Toxic Hollywood

Young guy, handsome, rugged, athletic, breaks into movies, wherever he goes people know his name and face. Has genuine talent, got the world on a string, everything an actor could want. A family. A future.

And then he’s dead. Too young. Too soon. Standard story.

From early silent film star Wallace Reid to Heath Ledger, to every lionized athlete, politician, musician, actor, media phenomenon or lottery winner, all have been exposed to potentially lethal doses of a drug which was once available only to entertainers and statesmen but that has now become easily attainable to any and all who crave escape from stultifying anonymity, who would rather flame out quickly than face dull, dusty years in mundane obscurity.

It can be used alone or in a cocktail.

It can make you tipsy or knock you on your ass.

The drug is Fame.

While it is never fully acknowledged as having any ill effects, the hunger for Fame has reached epidemic levels and has replaced art, education, politics, medicine and civil service as an acceptable career objective for today’s youth. Because once under its spell, the pursuit of Fame can become an obsession on the order of chasing the dragon, making one all too willing to sacrifice anything in order to obtain its fleeting and instantly addictive high. More intoxicating than nicotine, cocaine, heroin and alcohol and virtually inseparable from Power (making it the ultimate aphrodisiac by any other name), Fame has been the elusive phantom nudging the vulnerable headlong from common sense into utter insensibility. Fame can warp the perception of the person swept up in the eye of the vortex, and its whirling force impacts even those loitering at its edges. It bends the air and light, a cracked prism through which reality is projected onto our screens and into our lives.

Fame does not occur in the animal kingdom, although the famous often exhibit variations of atavistic animal behavior. The media’s fixation with celebrity reflects a sick cycle of cannibalism; the young, ripe celebrity is flattered and fattened for his or her inevitable downfall and ritual slaughter.

Heath Ledger’s body is wrapped in a black bag, strapped to a gurney and wheeled out under a hailstorm of flashbulbs and a clash of jostling elbows and mourned by the very people who regularly dine on such a meal. Witness the cruelty surrounding the predictable, Hindenbergesque combustion of Anna Nicole. Her life had death written all over it the second she struck a pose and the cameras were aimed at her, waiting for the inevitable.

As each celebrity preens and pouts on red carpets suggesting a regal path to immortality, and each smitten consumer seeks to emulate their hollowed-out heroes, the mad truth is that the public is buying into the illusion and scrapping the reality. Fame is now an end justifying any means necessary. Because if the public is gonna use and the companies pushing the glittering hallucinogens are way too profitable to be in any way responsible, then celebrities should have mandatory labels delineating their nutrition and possible side effects, how they should be handled and what the minimum age should be for their consumption. And before taking on the burden of celebrity themselves, the young, the talented, the handsome, the beautiful and the just plain ambitious should know whether it’s better to burn out than to fade away.

Aymar Jean Christian - March 19, 2010

Hi Mr. Miller!

I think you may be right. I mean certainly there’s always been a “ruined by fame” meme for celebrities who die young, no matter what the social circumstances, but there’s certainly a perception among many that fame is getting out of control and becoming an unhealthy obsession among the American public. I think if/as the fortunes of media companies wane, fame will with it, but that’s far from a forgone conclusion. Thanks for passing this along!

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