Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Mandy and the Dutchess

My friend Ed Gorman and I wrote a story called “Real Life, Real Death” that appeared in the September/October 2013 issue of Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine. That story featured a character called Aaron Hall, who worked at a small cable network. Ed and I talked about the possibility of writing a novel together, and not long after we made that sale (one of the most exciting moments of my professional life!) I started making notes for a novel featuring Aaron as the main character. I wrote a lot of stuff and sent it to Ed. Unfortunately he was too busy with other books— he had at least two deadlines around that time— so we couldn’t work on it. I put it aside. Then in mid-2015 I opened the file again and found there was a lot worth salvaging, so I got to work. I completely changed the main character, changed the plot, dropped the competitive eating subplot (although I hope to write a competitive eating mystery novel at some point), and added some new characters, including the Dutchess.

Who are Mandy and the Dutchess?

The short answer is that Mandy and the Dutchess are the greatest comedy mystery team since Doan and Carstairs. Or the Justuses and John J. Malone. Or Nick and Nora Charles. Or Sherlock Holmes and Watson. Or Hercule Poirot and Arthur Hastings. You get the idea.

Back in the early 90s, classic hardboiled crime and mystery novels were coming back into print at a rapid pace, thanks to publishers like Carroll & Graf, Mysterious Press, Black Lizard, IPL, Ballantine, Blue Murder, No Exit, etc. I read them as quickly as I could lay my hands on them, while trolling used bookstores looking for old Avons, Dells, Gold Medals, and so on. Over all the Black Lizard stuff, in particular Charles Willeford, Jim Thompson, and David Goodis, were my favorites. Those books had a more “serious” feel to them.

Of the IPL authors, there were two that I felt were at least at that level, if not above them: Craig Rice and Jonathan Latimer. The first of Ms. Rice’s books I read was her ghostwritten George Sanders mystery novel Crime on my Hands. It’s not quite Nathanael West’s Day of the Locust, but it’s very nearly as entertaining. The actor George Sanders finds himself in the middle of a criminal conspiracy on the set of his latest film. The casual pettiness and backstabbing and the venality of the Hollywood characters, combined with the dry voice with which the character Sanders narrates the tale made a huge impact on me. I read all of Ms. Rice’s books I could find, including the screwball mystery series featuring Jake Justus, Helene Brand, and John J. Malone. Beginning with the absurdly improbable but vastly amusing 8 Faces at 3, Ms. Rice mixed humor and murder in a way that felt simultaneously dangerous and comforting.

Craig Rice appeared on the January 28, 1946 edition of TIME magazine.

Jonathan Latimer’s stuff was a bit more sinister. The first of his books I read was Solomon’s Vineyard, which is one of the strangest hardboiled novels ever written. If you can think of it, it’s in there— murder, organized crime, cults (as the narrator Karl Craven says, “It’s got everything but an abortion and a tornado”). From there Jonathan Latimer moved near the top of my list of authors I searched out in the used bookstores, and I read all of his absurdist crime comedy novels featuring detective Bill Crane (described as “UNIQUE AND ALCOHOLIC” by Pocket Books).

Unique and alcoholic!

But it wasn’t until just a few years ago that I discovered the work of another great writer who combined hardboiled crime with humor— Norbert Davis. Supposedly one of Davis’s stories, “Red Goose,” inspired Raymond Chandler to write pulp fiction. The stories featuring alcoholic private eye Max Latin were brutal and funny. My favorite works are his Doan and Carstairs books and stories, featuring private eye Doan and his enormous Great Dane Carstairs— stories full of violence and horror, presented with élan.

Doan and Carstairs in one of their most famous adventures.

These three writers form the foundation of inspiration for the Mandy and the Dutchess books. Add in Donald Westlake, Charles Willeford, Ed Gorman, Fredric Brown, Patricia Highsmith, and Margaret Millar and you have some idea of where I’m coming from.

The series is narrated by Mander “Mandy” Manley, a Gen-X marketing and promotions exec who, at the start of the first book, is working at a low-rated cable network. He’s casually liberal/progressive, like just about everyone who works in Hollywood, and he’s appalled that his network’s three top-rated shows all feature right-wing Cajun rednecks (Gator Masters, Redneck Vacay, Redneck Repo). He spends a good deal of his time preventing their right-wing opinions from reaching a wider audience, if only to protect the reputation of his network.


When the rednecks come to Los Angeles for a week of promotional activities, they bring along 22 year-old Eulalia “the Dutchess” Babineaux. She is, like the other rednecks, conservative and Christian. She’s also outspoken, abrasive, and prone to violence. She does her best to try to protect one of the other rednecks, the gator hunter Shawn, from former child star Dreama Almond. Unfortunately, Dreama’s hold on him is too great. When she goes missing, Shawn is arrested.

So their first misadventure is a hunt to discover the truth about Dreama’s disappearance. As they make their way through the seedy but sunny underside of Hollywood, they discover a raft of corruption mitigated by virtue signaling and charitable fundraising and donations.


Their second misadventure begins with the murder of a studio executive. This particular studio is producing an all-female reboot (a “she-boot”) of a beloved 1980s horror comedy. The trailer has instigated a rash of online hate, which might or might not have inspired the murder. Mandy and the Dutchess, now working together for their own freelance marketing and promotions firm, are hired by one of the stars of the original film. He’s being pressured to appear in the reboot, but he doesn’t want to. One damn thing after another happens, and Mandy and the Dutchess have to deal with SJWs, MRAs, online think pieces, and murder.

These novels are, I hope, entertaining as mystery fiction and as a satirical look at the current year.

The books are available now through Amazon! Check out The Misadventure of Dreama and the Rednecks and The Misadventure of the Busted Reboot now! Buy them both! Hurry!

Sunday, October 16, 2016

My friend Ed Gorman

I met Ed back in 2007, when my partner and I moved from L.A. to Iowa. It was a hard transition, and I’m not sure I would have been able to make it without Ed’s friendship.

I was a fan before I met him. When I was in high school in the late 80s-early 90s I became interested in paperback crime fiction, particularly 1940s-1970s stuff. A lot of the best stuff was coming back into print at that time, through publishers and imprints like IPL, Blue Murder, No Exit Press, Carroll & Graf, Quill, and of course Black Lizard. In 1991 I picked up The Black Lizard Anthology of Crime Fiction, edited and featuring a story by Ed Gorman. This was my first exposure to his work. “Turn Away” has a devastating line that’s always stayed with me, about “the sheer simple burden of knowing the sweet innocent little child you loved was someday going to end up just as blown-out and bitter and useless as you yourself.” Ed could write lines like that, that went back and forth between anger and sadness and just tore you the hell up.

Ed was modest. Sometimes frustratingly so. Anything that was even close to self-promotion embarrassed the hell out of him. The first few times I hung out with him I told him how much I admired his work, complimenting him on specific books or stories. As he himself would tell me later, “I don’t take compliments very well.” He didn’t— he was always quick with a self-deprecating joke.

He talked to me about process a lot, though. He took writing seriously. It was a real job, and he read everything, looking for clues as to how to improve his own work, and structural models to study. I always thought this was interesting because to me, what always sticks with me the most is the emotion of his work. Yes, The Night Remembers has a terrific plot, but what I remember most about it is the feeling of utter sadness that hangs over it, and the connection that Ed establishes between the reader and the characters. In stories like “Such A Good Girl,” “Angie,” “Stalker,” and “The Long Ride Back” Ed makes your soul ache by illuminating the darkness that infects too much of life.

Even if you never met him, if you’ve read his books and stories then you have a good idea of who he was. His anger at injustice and his empathy with those who have been hurt by that injustice came through in his work. He could be cynical at times but he never hid behind cynicism.

He was a working writer, writing in just about every genre— literary, crime, mystery, horror, western, SF, comics. Under his own name and others. He did a lot of ghostwriting jobs, and had some hilarious stories about the pitfalls of that work. I’m not sure how he’d feel about me sharing any of those, though. I’ll tell you one: Many years ago he got the opportunity to write a book in a massively popular ongoing paperback series. They asked him to submit three sample chapters. He did so. In the first chapter a beautiful young woman in a bikini gets out of a swimming pool, and the massively popular series character notices the outline of her nipples against the fabric of the bathing suit. The editor called him. “He wouldn’t notice the woman’s nipples,” the editor said.

“Why not?” Ed asked. “He’s a man.”

“Because the mob killed his family!” the editor said. “He’s out for vengeance, not looking at women’s breasts!”

“But that was twenty years ago. Eventually, he’s going to start noticing women’s breasts again,” Ed said.

“No,” the editor insisted. “It’s not believable.”

“In every book this guy goes around with an arsenal destroying entire city blocks while getting revenge on the mob,” Ed pointed out. “Let the guy notice a woman’s nipples now and then.”

That particular freelance job didn’t work out.

Over the years Ed became one of my best friends— someone I could talk about anything with, who was always quick to offer emotional or professional support. As modest as he was, he was even more generous. If there was anything he could do to help, he was there.

I can’t believe I’m never going to talk to him again. Well, that’s not true. He’s not going to answer. Well, shit, that’s not entirely true, either, is it? I’ve still got his novels, stories, and essays. He said a lot through them, and through them he continues to speak. What I can’t believe what I’m having a really hard time processing right now is that I’m not going to hear his voice on my phone, or see him at the Lob (that’s what we called Red Lobster which, because of his cancer-necessitated dietary restrictions was one of his favorite restaurants) or get one of his angry political emails. I can’t believe it.

My partner and I had a lot of Lob lunches with Ed and his lovely and talented wife Carol Gorman. Ed told me many times how grateful he was to her— she was a crucial element of his survival throughout his sickness.

For as long as I knew Ed, he had cancer. There were times when we had to go months without seeing him while he underwent some new treatment. It always made me angry that one of the best people I knew had to go through all that. For Ed it was just part of life. He accepted it, dealt with it frankly. He always came back. He might look a little thinner at times, and have less hair, but he always came back. He’s not coming back. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I’m not going to see him again. He was one of my best friends and I’m not going to see him again. No more stories about his adventures in writing or the conversations he’d had with other writers. The way his mind worked in conversation was hilarious, jumping from one subject to the next, sometimes with a “that reminds me of…” but sometimes not, just time to talk about something else. Reality shows—politics—Anthony Mann movies—politics again—Lester Dent stories and so on. Conversations with Ed were hysterical roller coasters.

I’m so grateful to him for his friendship.

I’m also grateful to him for collaborating. We got two stories, a comic, and he let me adapt two of his works as graphic novel scripts. His trust in those projects means the world to me.

Ed’s health took a disastrous turn a couple of months back. The last time I spoke to him was September 5. He sounded strong. After a few calls in which he could only speak for a few minutes he sounded like he was rebounding. The conversation lasted about half an hour and was as much a roller coaster as ever. I let myself hope that he could beat that shitty disease back one more time, go back to Mayo for another treatment and get a couple more good years.

He passed away on Friday.

If you’ve never read his work, I’d recommend The Night Remembers (that edition also features another terrific book, The Autumn Dead), Cages, The Day the Music Died, and Shadow Games.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

The Toy Story Trilogy: Getting emotional about corporate anxiety

Watching the three “Toy Story” films back-to-back provides roughly the same experience as when you’re forced to sit through an hours-long corporate meeting at which a compelling, entertaining, but ultimately hollow speaker hectors you about how much more you could be doing to help the corporation succeed. And then telling you that, for your efforts, you should expect nothing more than the personal satisfaction of knowing you’d helped the CEO make an extra $20 million. Oh, and you’re supposed to find the entire proceeding poignant.

The “Toy Story” trilogy is a perfect encapsulation of anxiety in the post-modern world. Corporate anxiety. The films promote groupthink, and the acceptance of the purveyors of mass entertainment and consumables as benevolent entities never to be questioned. In a world in which new technology is giving consumers more control over how they consume their entertainment, the big corporations want you to remember who it was who gave you your Woody.

In the first “Toy Story” film, we’re introduced to the characters and the concept. Your toys come to life when you’re not around. The assembly-line produced hunks of plastic and fabric that were created by the thousands in factories are not simply tools of promotion – they are in fact sentient beings, imbued with personalities by the artisans who created them to make money for the corporations for which they work.

In other words, the entertainment conglomerates give life.

And we all have a responsibility to that life. The consumers who purchase the toys that were created as marketing devices to make money are to use those marketing tools in the manner in which the artisans and corporate executives intended.

The toys themselves have some awareness of their place in the world. Early in the film, Woody lays out the lot of the sentient toy: “It doesn’t matter how much we’re played with… What matters is that we’re here for Andy when he needs us; that’s what we’re made for, right?” This mantra is repeated throughout the series in one way or another, enough that its importance is clear. Accept your lot unquestioningly. What remains in doubt is exactly to whom Woody’s loyalties truly lie – that will not be made clear until the end of the third film.

The neurotic toys to which you, as an “owner” owe so much responsibility, worry over Andy’s birthday party. In particular, will he receive as a gift a new toy that will send one of the old toys to the next garage sale? As it turns out, Andy gets a Buzz Lightyear, and when he is introduced to the other toys, the following exchange occurs:

Hamm: Where are you from? Singapore? Hong Kong?
Mr. Potato Head: I’m from Playskool.
Rex: I’m from Mattel… I’m actually from a smaller company that was purchased by Mattel in a leveraged buyout.

The film is making an overt reference to the mass produced nature of these products for which we’re supposed to have a rooting emotional interest. Factory made hunks of plastic, as Lotso will say in the third film. Moreover, they are created by corporations that purchase other, smaller companies in “leveraged buyouts” — the corporation gets even bigger by swallowing up a smaller company. As we’ll see as the trilogy moves along, there is no subtext to these films – they are an overt paean to the influence of large corporations on our lives. (And, as it turns out, late in the first film we learn that Buzz was “Made in Taiwan.”)

“Toy Story” also features a touching allegory about the ways in which corporations can cooperate with each other to influence consumers. When Woody and Buzz first meet, Woody is jealous that Andy might favor Buzz over him, and admonishes Buzz, “You stay away from Andy. He’s mine, and no one is taking him away from me.” Over the course of the film, Woody and Buzz come to realize that there’s room in Andy’s life for more than one corporate source of influence. After all, Entertainment Weekly is owned by Time-Warner, but that doesn’t mean that a Disney/Pixar production like “Toy Story” can’t be featured on the cover.

Time Warner owned Entertainment Weekly placed Disney/Pixar's Toy Story on its cover. If corporations can cooperate, why can't individuals? It would be a better world if we learned from them.

If the two corporate products can learn to peacefully coexist, and help each other in influencing Andy’s life, then certainly children can be trained to use toys properly. When we first meet the ostensible villain, Sid, he has strapped a firecracker to the back of a toy soldier – there’s probably something to be said here about the military/industrial complex but I’m not going to say it here – and the other toys point him out to Buzz. Looking through the toy binoculars, Buzz sees Sid and asks, “You mean that happy child?” To which Mr. Potato Head replies, “That ain’t no happy child!” and Rex adds, “He tortures toys… Just for fun,” in a whiny Wallace Shawn voice.

Sid is mentally unstable. He’s not “happy.” He can’t be.  Because he “tortures” toys. He takes the mass-produced hunks of plastic manufactured for licensing and merchandizing purposes and uses them in creative ways – ways the manufacturer never intended. He is the “owner,” and as such, he asserts his rights of ownership over the property he (or his parents) bought and paid for. He plays his own version of the game “Operation,” in which he takes the head from one toy and places it on the body of another. He puts one in a waffle iron. In his room he has a lava lamp in which you can see floating doll parts. Sid shows genuine creativity and ingenuity. Yet not even Sid’s noblest efforts at desecrating these tools of commerce can fully obliterate the spark of the corporation within his remixed  toys – they still help Woody to “rescue” Buzz, and then, nonsensically, the toys reveal themselves to Sid, speaking directly to him, and threatening him with harm, terrifying him into taking “good care” of his toys. “We can see everything,” Woody says, menacingly. “So play nice.”

By “play nice,” Woody means, “The way the manufacturer intended.” Let’s leave aside for a minute the absurdity of the toys revealing themselves to someone (although the logistical problems of these films are difficult to overcome – at one point, Woody calls out to Sid’s sister, Hannah, to get her to leave the room. If she can hear his voice when he calls to her, why doesn’t the whole neighborhood hear Woody when he calls out through the window to the other toys in Andy’s house? For that matter, is there video surveillance at Al’s Toy Barn in the second film, or the Sunnyside Daycare Center in the third? What about traffic cameras on the streets – in the second film, wouldn’t it be suspicious to see those cones crossing the street like that?). Remember, it’s Woody who said, “It doesn’t matter how much we’re played with… What matters is that we’re here for Andy when he needs us; that’s what we’re made for, right?”

Throughout the series, Woody will insist that toys are to accept unquestioningly the decisions of their “owners.” Andy is referred to as Woody’s and Buzz’s “owner,” which only multiplies the menacing aspects of these films. The toys after all are sentient beings, and the casual acceptance that such creatures can have owners is striking. The full impact of this idea is again saved for the third film. For now, we get only a hint of the full message of the trilogy in the fact that Woody fights against Sid’s treatment of his own toys. There is something deeper going on – it’s not the “owners” who are actually in control.

The second “Toy Story” film, “Toy Story 2,” takes on the collector’s market. The alleged villain of that film, Al, is the owner of the toy store Al’s Toy Barn and a collector who keeps his toys in pristine condition in their original packaging (“Mint in the box,” as Jessie says, in reference to Stinky Pete the Prospector). The value of these toys increases, and Al is able to sell the toys for much more than he paid the corporation that made the toy. Al is making a profit, while Big Toy is left with only the original sale price. As if that subtext might be too subtle for the viewer – Al is essentially stealing from the corporation that originally made the toy – Al is shown literally stealing the Woody doll from Andy’s mother’s garage sale, when she refuses to sell him the toy. For his part, Woody is only at the garage sale to retrieve Wheezy, the broken penguin-shaped squeak toy that Andy had long since forgotten. For some reason, Andy’s mother locks Woody into the money box and then leaves that box unattended, with the venal Al standing right there, having just anxiously offered her fifty bucks for it.

Al’s effort to sell a complete set of Woody-related merchandising, including piggy banks, record players, lunchboxes, and cardboard cut-out advertising, to a museum in Japan, is derided (globalism is fine when the toys are “made in Taiwan,” but when the corporations aren’t directly benefiting, it is wrong). He has assembled his collection with care, but he has done so with a profit motive that cuts out the corporation that created Woody. Woody, who was apparently unaware of the full origins of his manufacture, is overwhelmed seeing all of these other items bearing his likeness. (Why doesn’t the Woody yo-yo come to life? Or the Woody piggy bank?) What Woody discovers is that he is a toy advertisement for a long-forgotten marionette television program. In other words, Woody is a cog in a very big machine meant to produce money for the parties involved in the creation of the original television program. He is simply another employee – a lesson he won’t fully come to learn until the end of the third film. In the meantime, when Buzz and the other toys finally make it back to Al’s apartment (menacingly, the building has a sign on the door reading “NO CHILDREN ALLOWED” – again, in case the audience was too dense to pick up on the fact that Al just ain’t right) and Woody tells him he wants to go to Japan to be part of a toy museum exhibit of the complete Woody merchandising set (and by the way, anyone who’s ever seen either of the “Night at the Museum” films knows how much fun those places can be for inanimate objects), Buzz lays on the guilt and smokescreens the audience by telling him that it was Woody who taught him that “Life’s only worth living if you’re being loved by a kid.”

That is true. Earning money for the manufacturer is the toys’ entire raison d’être. And if the kids don’t love their toys, their parents won’t spend any money on them.

It’s telling that during the final elevator sequence, when the second Buzz Lightyear is fighting against Zurg, that there is an overt reference to the film “The Empire Strikes Back,” in which it’s revealed that Zurg is in fact Buzz’s father. The “Star Wars” films were among the first “summer blockbusters,” and they owe much of their legacy and reputation to the savvy ways in which they were licensed and marketed. Growing up, I didn’t know anyone that didn’t have at least a few “Star Wars” toys, lunchboxes, T-shirts, comic books, etc. I had them myself, and I disliked immensely the films that inspired them.

In the final “Toy Story” film, “Toy Story 3,” the corporate artisans give the audience the approved manner of consumption of their product. Andy, now preparing to go to college, plans on taking Woody with him – the instrument of childhood control making the journey to an institution of “higher learning” – while leaving the other toys in the attic. However, the toys end up at the Sunnyside Daycare center, to be the playthings of new children who do not play with the toys in the approved manner. After their first round with these children, Mr. Potato Head states, “These toddlers, they don’t know how to play with us.” It’s a daycare center of Sids, who use the toys to paint, and to pound wooden pegs. They deconstruct the toys. They are disrespectful of their intended purpose. When Woody attempts to get the others to return to Andy’s house, where they will be sent to the attic, he tells them, “If he wants us at college, or in the attic, it’s our job to be there.” Once again, Woody insists that the toys accept their job. And when the toys argue that they want to remain at the daycare center, where they will be played with in the unapproved manner, he hectors, “I can’t believe how selfish you all are.”

The toys are employees, meant to do the bidding of their boss unquestioningly. Woody’s mistake at this point is in assuming that his boss is Andy. But he isn’t their boss, and at the end of the picture, in bit that we’re meant to find “touching,” Woody comes to realize that Andy was never really his “owner.” If Andy had been an owner, like Sid, he could have done whatever he wanted with his “property.” But Andy was as much a tool as Woody. All along, Woody was working for the corporation that manufactured him. Having come to this realization that was three films in the making, Woody uses a sharpie to write a note on the box of toys intended to go into the attic (again I have a difficult time with the internal logic of these films, or lack thereof – why can the toys write notes? Why can they IM with other toys? ) to influence Andy into gifting his toys to Bonnie, the little girl who is “respectful” of the toys. But, just to be certain that Bonnie will use the toys in the manner in which they were intended, Andy introduces them to her, giving her their backstories. Like the fanboys who take to the message boards to chastise anyone who disagrees with them, and to mercilessly pontificate on some area of continuity minutiae, Andy is using brand loyalty to help indoctrinate a new generation into the corporate mindset. “Now, you gotta promise to take good care of these guys. They mean a lot to me,” he tells her.

Play with the toys until you grow up, and join the world perpetuated by the corporations that provided you with the toys in the first place – the world in which you accept unquestioningly the rules of your corporate bosses. To question them is to be “selfish.” But when you do outgrow your toys, turn them over to another child. The system perpetuates itself, with the willing participation of the consumers, who act as corporate emissaries, part of the propaganda machine, indoctrinating others into the consumption society.

Only the villain, Lotso Hugs Bear, understands the true nature of toys. “No owners mean no heartache,” he tells the toys when they first arrive at the daycare center. “We own ourselves. We control our own destiny.” That sounds like a positive message to be telling kids. But Lotso Hugs, who claims that the sentient beings “own” themselves is portrayed as a dictator, who cruelly forces the toys to, um, act like toys. Meant to be played with. Woody, with his “do what your owners say” message, is the hero.

Just before he falls into the dumpster Lotso asks Woody, “You think you’re special, cowboy? You’re a piece of plastic.” Here he has articulated the true nature of toys. That is literally what toys are. They are given meaning, and attain emotional resonance based on the advertising behind them, and how we as consumers are affected by that advertising. They are ultimately unnecessary, disposable items, but in the “Toy Story” films we, the consumers, are meant to see that we have an obligation to them — and, by extension, the corporations that created them in factories in Singapore, and that increased their size by acquiring other, smaller companies in leveraged buyouts. In Lotso’s very next sentence, he betrays his movie villainy: “You were made to be thrown away.” Oh, no, he was not. Toys most definitely are not made to be thrown away. They are made to make money for the corporations that designed and manufactured them. That is the most important thing. Only a desperate, dastardly villain would imply that a merchandizing vessel was disposable.

The nearly-universal critical acclaim for these films is evidence of the corporate groupthink that they celebrate. Film critics are part of the major studio promotion machine, from their work for corporate-owned magazines, to their “critic’s circle awards” that are used in corporate marketing. Blurbs are used on movie posters, and in commercials. “See the film that received two middle fingers up from Ebert and Etc!”

And when two film critics dared to express contrary ideas about the third “Toy Story” film, and in the process “ruined” the trilogy’s perfect 100% Tomatometer score, it was the RottenTomatoBots who came out in force to provide free protection for the major-studio megabudgeted, heavily-merchandized films. Even the director of “Toy Story 3,” Lee Unkrich, got in on the act, taking to twitter to offer his pity to those who didn’t like his film:

“You are sad, strange little men, and you have my pity.”

The release years of the “Toy Story” films have been a time of great and rapid change for the entertainment industry. Some have argued that the purveyors of popular entertainment have not responded well to these changes. In 1995, the year of release of the first “Toy Story” film, the DVD was introduced to the world. It was the rise of the DVD that instigated a change in the way in which movie studios packaged their products for home use. Where they had been following a rental business model, which had greatly benefited other entities like Blockbuster and Hollywood Video, they now moved to a primarily sales-driven business model. The price points of the DVDs decreased, while the number of “special features” on the discs increased, thanks to the increased amount of information the discs could hold. This meant higher individual sales and more money for the studios. They cut out the middle men, and now — when was the last time you saw a Hollywood Video?

DVDs had another bonus, besides their higher picture quality and the increased number of features that came with the discs. They had technology that made copying them difficult. They could also be released by “regions,” controlling the location in which a  movie could be viewed.

More troubling to the studios was the rise of the internet. It was during the early 1990s that the general public began to learn more about the internet, which was growing beyond its largely academic origins. By 1999, when the second “Toy Story” film was released, 40 % of the US population over the age of 16 have access to the internet. As technology increased and became more widely-accessible, consumers have become more empowered in how they use and process their entertainment. Popular culture is dominated by large corporate interests that have a large financial stake in insuring that you consume their products in the manner in which they want. Their reactions to declining movie ticket sales have been telling. They have offered reboots, remakes, and sequels. They have offered 3-D, with its elevated ticket prices and glasses (they’re telling you to put something on your face when you attend one of these films!).

Still, the studios are losing control of their audience. Theater attendance is down, while services like Netflix and Redbox are increasing. For $7.99 per month, a person can get access to a complete library of films online. For $1.00 a night a person can go to a kiosk and rent a DVD. Naturally, the corporations that produce the entertainment don’t like this, and have been fighting to control Netflix and Redbox. Studios have also begun the process of offering movies on pay-per-view 60 days after their initial theatrical release.

These corporations aren’t content to merely influence us through our entertainment, and to promote brand loyalty by providing us with products we enjoy using or think we need. They actively try to limit our choices, often using the government itself to do it. In 2007, several toys were recalled because of a scare over the presence of lead and other chemicals.  In 2008, Congress drafted a drastic and alarmist bill called the Consumer Product Safety Improvement Act, goaded by “consumer advocates” and “environmental groups” looking to regulate products aimed at anyone 12 and under.

Rather than fight the law, or push for something more sensible and realistic, Mattel (which manufactured six of the toys that were recalled — and, the company that bought in a “leveraged buyout” the smaller company that produced Rex) spent more than $1 million lobbying congress for a provision that would directly benefit them:
Turns out, when Mattel got lemons, it decided to make lead-tainted lemonade (leadonade?). As luck would have it, Mattel already operates several of its own toy testing labs, including those in Mexico, China, Malaysia, Indonesia and California.
So while most small toymakers had no idea this law was coming down the pike until it was too late, Mattel spent $1 million lobbying for a little provision to be included in the CPSIA permitting companies to test their own toys in “firewalled” labs that have won Consumer Product Safety Commission approval.
The million bucks was well spent, as Mattel gained approval late last week to test its own toys in the sites listed above—just as the window for delayed enforcement closed.
Instead of winding up hurting, Mattel now has a cost advantage on mandatory testing, and a handy new government-sponsored barrier to entry for its competitors.
Thanks to this law, it’s the big corporations that will have an even greater stranglehold on the market for children’s toys. Small manufacturers are fighting the law, but given the fact that it passed congress with only one dissenting vote, it seems unlikely the law will be changed. After all, Mattel will benefit greatly. So will Walmart and Target. It’s second hand and thrift stores and the lower-income people who use them that will suffer, but then again, we need people to buy NEW ITEMS, to help stimulate the economy.

Interestingly, the Motion Picture Association of America just hired disgraced former senator Christopher Dodd as its chief. This is the same MPAA that has fought hard to ensure that you do not have access to technology that would allow you to copy for your own use DVDs that you have purchased yourself.

Even after we have purchased a product, the company that sold it to us wants you to know it really still belongs to them. Oh,  but they tell us that people will use this technology to pirate videos. Piracy, we have been told, is the same as taking money from the just-plain-folks stuntmen and set painters who work hard every day to entertain you in big-budget films that cost $15 to see in a theater. And speaking of piracy, the government has without warning been seizing the domains of people who have been accused of video piracy, but not convicted.

Corporations have been using copyright law to go after people who create their own versions of movie trailers, or who remix scenes from films. In February 2010, the New York Times posted an article explaining how you can make your own remix of a scene from the film “Downfall.” You might remember that those were popular for awhile – Adolph Hitler, down in his bunker, passionately ranting about, oh Sarah Palin resigning as governor of Alaska, or that Oasis split up.
In April of 2010, YouTube removed the parodies at the request of the copyright holder, Constantin films.

The “Toy Story” films, in particular the second, are magnificently entertaining. They have a lot of humor, action, and wit. They are very well constructed. Some of the sequences are among the best ever put to film. (I particularly like the sequence in which Buzz Lightyear et al use orange traffic cones to cross the highway to get to Al’s Toy Barn in the second film. That scene is a perfect mixture of comedy and action, almost as good as anything Charlie Chaplin or Buster Keaton ever did.) But their quality level is part of what makes them so insidious. Propaganda doesn’t work if it’s not entertaining. Much of their charm comes from our shared experience growing up in a culture that elevates consumption, and the desire to possess … things. As children, it is toys. As adults, it’s a different type of toy – an iPad, for instance. Or a smart phone. And we must update our facebook page and twitter feed to ensure that everyone knows we just got the latest version.

Film is a product. It is commerce. Now more than ever. As A.Jaye put it, over at the blog Thrill Fiction,
Film is the bastard cousin of the arts of storytelling because it alone is created primarily as a source of commerce. The art in film is despite the motion picture industry not because of it.
The “Toy Story” films are artful. If they were poorly constructed, they would  be discarded; we’d all be Sids, firecrackering the first film, and killing the franchise. But, like Bonnie of “Toy Story 3,” the creators of the “Toy Story” films grew up with corporate-approved entertainment. They learned the lessons of what worked from Hanna Barbera’s, Ruby Spears’ and Filmation‘s efforts at commercial entertainment and applied them accordingly. For the adults who grew up in the system, these films are moving and poignant. They’re meant to appeal to that part of us that becomes emotional playing Chutes & Ladders.

This is the life you’ve made for yourself, America. It’s the world you’ve given to your children; a world in which we feel emotional about our things. One of the alleged “film critics” at Entertainment Weekly, Owen Gleiberman, wrote a simpering post in which he opened up about how the third “Toy Story”‘ film was so emotional for him that it actually made him cry. He should have been embarrassed about falling so completely for the manipulation, but he was proud. In an unintentionally hilarious explanation as to why the ending of the film made him so emotional, he completely misses or ignores the subtext of the films — the most overt subtext in the history of subtexts:
The thing about the end of Toy Story 3 is that it works on so many layers. It doesn’t so much push buttons as touch little themes and bubbles of emotion that have been planted throughout the movie. On the simplest level, of course, the ending is a homecoming, with Woody, Buzz, and the rest of the gang finally finding a place for themselves — finding, that is, a child, a little girl named Bonnie (voiced by Emily Hahn), to be their newly devoted owner and playmaster and friend. It’s a classic happy finale: They’ve been rescued from the darkness and given a home. That’s enough to give you that Lassie Come Home three-hankie feeling right there. Andy’s introduction of each of the toys to Bonnie, as he moves on to adulthood, is a series of little heart tugs: nostalgia and loss and friendship and and rebirth, all at the same time.
As always, the desire and goal of the film’s chattering menagerie of toy pals is, quite simply, to be played with, and that in itself is such a highly delicate and unusual and touching force to encounter in the heroes of a kids’ movie. It’s just so…generous. (They’re like faithful, eager-to-play pups who come with their own toy-size, squabbling, play-act version of the egos of humans.) It’s what’s always been so moving about the Toy Story toys: that they’re programmed, in their plastic and polyster DNA, to be part of something larger than themselves — to do everything in their power to make a kid glow with delight. When Woody decides to stay with the gang, rather than go off to college with Andy, he’s affirming his very destiny as a plaything. He has to abandon the owner whose favorite toy he was to be the true toy he is.
He wasn’t alone — remember that even the director of the film said that people who didn’t appreciate it completely were “sad, strange little men” worthy of “pity.” You see, if you do not respond to the product in the way in which the corporate artisans intended, there is something wrong with you. Like Sid, you just can’t be happy if you don’t play with “your” toys in the acceptable way. It’s not entirely Mr. Gleiberman’s fault — the toys of “Toy Story” are more interesting, and more expressive, than the humans who “own” them. It helps that the animated toys look more realistic and sympathetic in an uncanny-valley sort of way than the human creatures that occasionally populate the film. It also helps that the humans of the film are merely cyphers, whose existence is meaningful only when they are interacting with their toys.

The entertainment conglomerates give life, and they make it meaningful. Please do not question them.

This is why the Toy Story films were made. So the characters could be licensed as Happy Meal toys. Oh, and to make film "critics" cry from emotion.

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Donald Trump- the first president of the social media era

More employers are turning to social networking sites to find additional information on potential candidates – and they’re not entirely impressed with what they’re seeing.

The quote above is from a Career Builder post from 2014 about how employers scan the social media accounts of applicants, looking for disqualifying information, including things like “provocative or inappropriate photographs or information,” “information about them drinking or using drugs,” “discriminatory comments related to race, gender, religion, etc.,” and (my favorite!) “poor communication skills.”

There’s an entire generation coming up behind me (get off my lawn!) made up of millions of people who have no qualms about posting photos of themselves passed out drunk, getting trendy tattoos, taking shirtless selfies, and so on. The Jerry Springer Show was on the air when they were born. Today these people are mostly looking for work (although many of them are still living with their parents), and the employers who are scouring social media who are “not entirely impressed with what they’re seeing” are doing the hiring.

But there’s going to come a point where the Shirtless Selfie Brigade is in charge of doing the bulk of the hiring. Mores change over time. What’s unacceptable today is acceptable tomorrow and vice versa.

“Hm… This applicant is highly qualified for this management accounting position, but she’s posted a selfie of herself on the toilet having diarrhea. LOL— that kind of thing takes me back to my own rowdy social media history. HIRED!”

Today, everyone can achieve at least some small measure of fame via social media. How much fame depends in large measure on how much of yourself you’re willing to share. Your neighbor can have 2,371 Instagram followers because of one well-timed cat picture. Periscoping a violent political protest can turn you into a superstar, even if only for a little while. Almost everyone in America carries with them a camera, and access to a social media account.

We could, and some of us do, film almost every aspect of our lives.

 Will Donald Trump be elected President?...

Donald Trump has been a celebrity for forty years. Mic’ed and camera’ed up for an alarming portion of that. He’s boastful and coarse. And he hasn’t had a secret service or political establishment to cover for him.

This Politico article says that 2008 was “the so-called Facebook election of 2008.” That’s only partly correct. Obama, for all his “newness,” was still very much firmly in the political establishment. He had a press that largely covered over gaps in his story, while mercilessly mocking John McCain’s age. The L.A. Times actually suppressed a video of Obama toasting a former PLO advisor.

So 2008 was the so-called Facebook/Mainstream Media Election. 2016 is something else entirely.

Hillary Clinton, the political establishment figure, is running with the help of her federal government/banking/plutocratic allies— that includes the mainstream press, who seem utterly disinterested in examining what’s coming from WikiLeaks and Guccifer 2.0 about her and the Democrat party. The head of the FBI literally said that if anyone else besides Hillary Clinton used a private email server to avoid FOIA and government oversight, they would be prosecuted. In the political class, there seems to be very little interest in the implications of this extremely disturbing turn.

But Trump’s 2005 hot mic talk about grabbing the pussies of groupies? That’s the real scandal— at least to the mainstream media (which we know, thanks to Wikileaks, is often working in conjunction with the Democrat party). Trump doesn't enjoy the protection of the establishment. However, thanks to social media, information unapproved by the political establishment is getting out. And people are breaking through the barriers. CNN, the Today Show, and Fox & Friends have all featured crashers shouting or carrying signs with the message “Bill Clinton is a rapist!”

Contrary to what many people believe, the president works for the American people. S/he is hired by us, via our votes. Everyone knows that human beings— including the human beings elected to serve the people are their elected representatives— are vulgar, crass, and flawed. Hillary Clinton is alleged to have said horrendous things to secret service agents, the victims of her husband’s sexual predation, and so on. But there’s been no tape of any of it. Or if there is, it’s been suppressed— like the 30,000 emails that Clinton deleted before turning them over to the State Department.

Have we reached the point where the people doing the hiring of the president will shrug their shoulders about the buffoonish boasting of the pussy grabbing audio? Or is this disqualifying information? To the general public, the idea of a “public” versus “private” persona is merging. This is new thinking. Thanks to Wikileaks, we know that Hillary Clinton still believes that politicians should have separate “public” and “private” positions on important policy matters.

Which is worse? Who will the Shirtless Selfie Brigade vote for, and are there enough yet to make a difference in the election?

...This guy will decide. (Source)

Friday, August 26, 2016

Kolchak: Day of the Demons is listed in Diamond Previews right now!

 Check out that beautiful Dan Brereton cover!

The Kolchak graphic novel that I scripted, Day of the Demons, is listed in the current Diamond Previews, so if you want to be sure to have a copy when it hits the bookshelves on November 30, head down to your favorite comic book shop and place your order.

The story, which was concocted by myself and legendary Ed Gorman, involves the infiltration of several branches of the government by a shadowy supernatural group headed by a demented venture capitalist with a soft spot in his heart for a former child star who's fallen on hard times. It begins with Kolchak investigating what appears to be a case of spontaneous human combustion at an income inequality protest. Or was it just a bomb that went off prematurely?

Here's the Diamond Previews synopsis:

(W) Ed Gorman, Ricky Sprague (A) Chacon, Dennis, Aaron Felizmenio (CA) Daniel Brereton
Best-selling author Ed Gorman and Ricky Sprague pen this original graphic novel of demonic pandemonium. The country is slipping away. The signs are all around you: Mass surveillance. Police militarization. Income inequality. Drugs. While investigating an explosion at a street protest, journalist Carl Kolchak uncovers the hidden, demonic origins of modern America. Can he get the story before the country is lost forever? And even if he does, will anyone care?
In Shops: Nov 30, 2016
SRP: $10.99
Pre-order it today! 
It's also available through Amazon.
Buy as many copies as you can. First of all it's practically your patriotic duty. Second of all I have a lot of ideas for continuing the story, and the more successful this book is the less likely that "they" will be able to ignore those ideas!