Saturday, April 4, 2009

Victory Of The Daleks


All right, I guess I'll revive this blog with an entry about Doctor Who, which is a subject I spend far too much time thinking about.

Three episodes of the new series of Doctor Who have aired, and while I have nothing but encomia for the first two episodes, written by Steven Moffat, "Victory Of The Daleks" is a precipitous drop into incoherence. I'm not going to rehash the plot holes (see gallifreybase.com if you're really interested), except to point out that although Moffat was reputed to be more soundly "plotty" than Russell T Davies, the reverse seems to be true with this episode. Alleged plot holes under Russell's regime usually turned out to be non-existent when you paid closer attention (admittedly this was, and still is, rendered difficult sometimes by the volume of Murray Gold's awful industrial-grade incidental music). There aren't actually any real "plot holes" in "Victory of the Daleks" - if you accept this episode's premises, nothing happens for no reason - but there is definitely some extravagant hand-waving going on. You have try hard not to think about certain things in order for even a basic thing like the time line of the episode to add up.

Everything we've been led to believe about Moffat would suggest that he could have thought up much more coherent and elegant solutions to the various plot issues of this episode. We learned from Russell's "The Writer's Tale" that he heavily rewrote almost every script. Gatiss' scripts in the past have been serviceable but not terribly original, provoking, or exciting. Presumably, any zip that his work possessed was imparted to it by Russell's rewrites. This time, zip is not in short supply, but I can't tell whether this script is a mess because Moffat took a hands-off approach - or because he didn't.

The larger question for me is, why is Moffat commissioning average writers like Mark Gatiss in the first place? Does he actually find his past work to be of such high quality, or does Gatiss' position in celebrity fan hierarchy have something to do with it? Is it actually so difficult to find five or six TV writers in the UK whose skills surpass mere competency? Sure, Gatiss is a fine comedian. His novel "Nightshade" was terrific, and the League of Gentlemen was a popular show with some merit (though I never found it that hilarious, and it certainly paved the way for the hideous idiot repetition of Little Britain with its "quirky character with a catchphrase" formula). In 2004, he would have seemed like a safe choice for a Doctor Who script, just as it would have seemed obvious to hire Paul Cornell and Steven Moffat, all three of them well-respected TV professionals and Doctor Who celebrity fans. But Gatiss' work doesn't have the slightly lunatic edge or the imagination that the best modern Doctor Who stories have. He's a journeyman. He's a placeholder. He's a guy to whom a producer would turn if he were on a tight deadline and had no chance of completing a script himself.

Coming up, we have Gareth Roberts - another guy who did some pretty good work a long time ago when Doctor Who was a series of novels, and who now writes workmanlike scripts. I've enjoyed all of his scripts so far in a mild way, just like Gatiss' - but now I'm wondering if those were watchable mainly because of Russell's input. And the example of "Victory of the Daleks" makes me think that Gareth's script might be a little bit subpar too. And then we have 2 episodes from the utterly dire Chris Chibnall, presumably another guy commissioned purely for his ability to turn in a professional-level script in time, rather than his ability to come up with an interesting story. I'll be interested to see whether, as with Gatiss and "Victory of the Daleks", these journeymen also fall short of the modest standard to which they previously attained.

So why is Moffat relying on B-level talent to such an extent in his first series? Was it just a matter of deadlines needing to be met? Or is it possible that he really finds their work inspiring? If so, does this mean we have years of unimaginative dreck to look forward to on this show?

It's amazing that these are the first negative thoughts I've had about this show since it came on the air five years ago. Maybe it's just because those new Daleks look TERRIBLE.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

The Corp

Last night, my boys were discussing the CBC and there was some factionalizing. As you probably know if you're reading this (and if you are, you were probably part of that discussion anyway - why don't you go watch some more Bernard Purdie videos on YouTube and quit wasting your time on my stupid blog?), the CBC is in a financial pickle yet again. To me, this is where they deserve to be after being run completely into the ground by idiot executives who have all the worst ideas about what a public broadcaster should do.

I don't care too much what happens on CBC TV. Almost never do they produce a program worth watching (that Little Mosque show is for suburban mum types who will laugh at anything as long as it's bland enough (note to suburban mums: this is not a slam against you - you are the salt of the earth and the backbone of society - we love you)), although I liked a couple of the series of The Newsroom. A few years ago, they put in some money to help the BBC produce the revival of Doctor Who - only to completely piss away that money by scheduling it irregularly, interrupting it for months at a time, moving it from one dead zone (Friday nights) to another (Monday nights at like 1:00 AM). I love Doctor Who, but that's taxpayers' money that they tossed away for the benefit of the British viewing public. These people can't even be trusted to make intelligent monetary decisions, let alone artistic ones.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the TV network. News coverage has been getting worse and worse (see John Doyle of the Globe for a good example of this: http://www.friends.ca/news-item/7875). Coverage of the various 2008 elections, for example, was pathetic. I was embarrassed by all the inarticulate, time-wasting, amateurish bullshit on display (and I think Peter Mansbridge was too). I still like Don Newman, Henry Champ ("they're using their text-messaging machines!" God bless him), the gang of cranks who do that commentary roundup (Chantal Hebert and that lot - she is magnificently cynical) - basically, the older crew that I'm sure the current CBC executive cannot wait to push out the door so they can get more former MuchMusic VJs to do the news broadcasts, with theme music by Stephen Page. But they are not being replaced with younger people of equal calibre (well, Harry Forestall, but I'm sure he'll be replaced by Ben Mulroney or something). So fuck CBC TV. Maybe if they didn't piss away so much money making terrible sitcoms that no one watches - but that's unfair, all the Canadian networks do that. It's a tax writeoff, I have to assume.

CBC radio was all I was ever interested in, but since they started cutting back on the culturally valuable stuff - i.e. broadcasts of live performances, especially of Canadian "serious" music - in order to beef up their playlist of bland strumming troubadours from in and around Toronto, there's nothing I care to listen to anyway. This may seem like an egotistical position, and it's superficially identical to the solipsism of the Philistines and right-wingers who want to eliminate the CBC altogether - "it doesn't play anything *I* want to hear/see, so therefore no tax dollars should be spent on it" - but it amazes me that the case for having a reasonable representation of stuff that isn't otherwise going to be accessible in any way to the Canadian public on a public broadcaster even has to be made. Why even have a publicly-funded station at all if it doesn't offer alternatives to the stuff already available elsewhere? I know that the strumming faction will complain that they don't get airplay anywhere else - and I don't deny them the right to be heard on the CBC, but the executives are putting all this strumming and cooing on the air purely because they think that's going to attract people who don't listen to the CBC already, not because they think they're courageously championing a roster of significant but obscure Canadian artists (although this is unbelievably how they've been trying to justify it, calling the people who wouldn't mind keeping some of the non-pop stuff "elitists", as if there were anything more ghettoized than writing "classical" music nowadays). This latter is a well-travelled point over which I mustn't linger.

I think the CBC should be allowed to rot for the time being because the people who make all these decisions are probably departing soon. The CBC has been in a constant state of chaos for years, mainly because they keep getting in new managers and presidents who think that they need to shake everything up, reallocating resources to stroke their own egos. Their budget problems are not primarily about lack of money, but lack of judgement. The Corporation has been plagued by managers who keep making bad decisions with what is objectively a perfectly adequate amount of money, so I have no sympathy when they go snivelling to Parliament asking for an advance on next year's allowance. Let the CBC rot!

One memorable thing I've listened to on the CBC is a series of lectures on "The Rights Revolution" by Michael Ignatieff, broadcast on the program "Ideas" in 2000. Presumably, within a few years, Ignatieff will be Prime Minister, and I would be astounded if he didn't put the CBC back on track at least a little bit. Let the CBC rot for a while, and then let Mr. Philosopher King take the credit for trying to restore it to its mandate. Of course, he might end up treating it like most previous Liberal governments have, in which case, put the darned thing out of its misery, because it ain't never coming back.

It's all over

Okay, the cupcake thing is dead. They're stocking them at the Second Cup now. What's next, McDonald's cupcakes?

Oh well, it doesn't matter. A classic such as cake can never be killed by a trend.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Nobody knows how to behave

So last week I went to a performance by the Toronto Symphony Orchestra. I don't go very often - a couple of times a year at best - it depends on what they're playing, which often is not something I'll consider worth paying for and travelling to. I have to admit that the recent performances I've heard seemed pretty reasonable (Messiaen's Turangalila Symphonie, Mahler's 3rd), so I probably should go more often. A live orchestra is a wonderful auditory experience.

A less wonderful experience is that of one's fellow audients. Throughout the last show, there was an old (older, at least) couple behind us (us being the only people who read this blog, so not sure why I'm even bothering to go over this) who constantly made noise. Rustling, rubbing, blurted comments aplenty, krinkling (my God, the krinkling drove everyone nuts). Perhaps senility is a viable excuse for this, but aren't older people supposed to have manners? I thought it was only thoughtless youth, abandoned by their self-absorbed parents at birth and raised by cell phones, who were supposed to behave like they're watching TV at home at intimate public events. There is a manners crisis in the world today, and its causes are not what conventional wisdom would have you think. I actually can't imagine what the cause is - I hate blanket declarations about causality - but it's probably the case that people have never had any manners throughout history.