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Tuesday, July 9, 2024

Pom Wonderful Presents: The Greatest Movie Ever Sold

Written at the time of the film's release.
 
Filmmaker Morgan Spurlock passed away May 23, 2024 at the age of 53.

"False Advertising"
or
 "Oh, Trailers are Commercials, too, Ya Know...and Movies are Products"
 
Is it a surprise to anyone that product placement is so prevalent in films?  With budgets bursting (the next "Batman" movie will cost 250 million dollars), movies turned to corporations to have them co-finance their films by making sure their products were featured prominently with labels out.  It's a form of advertising that is the basics of making your product known—get it in front of eyeballs. Each image of your product burned into a cornea is called an "impression"—an impression that builds familiarity and is a push to induce the buying of it. And if those eyeballs are lid-locked while watching a movie at your local cine-plex (heck, you even paid to see it!), so much the better—there's no chance you'll be going to the 'fridge to miss the "message." E.T. famously ate Reese's Pieces because M&M's passed on a movie deal. The little sugar-nodules sales soared. Every James Bond film bristles with banners—billboards are crashed into, every electronic monitor had to include the "Sony" name, and car companies supply the cars and fill them with cash—you didn't think all those disposable Aston Martins came without gratuity, did you?*
Fact is, your basic present day blockbuster couldn't be made without a recognizable label turned towards the camera. And if there was a way for historical epics to put "Budweiser" on the Mead-sacks and "Wilson" on the cross-bows they'd do that, too
.**
Even independent films do so...as Everything Must Go and its ubiquitous cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon attests. You can argue that it is for 
verisimilitude, but I doubt the studios would care how much their films resembled The Real Consumer World if there wasn't some cash passed under the table.


Morgan Spurlock has taken the approach to the logical extreme: his Pom Wonderful Presents: The Greatest Movie Ever Sold is a documentary about product placement in films that explores the process while simultaneously exploiting it to completely fund itself. It's a film of the corporate interests, by the corporate interests and (however cynically he might have gone into the thing) for the corporate interests. The entire movie about product placement in the movies is about acquiring the product placements to fund the movie.
It is a little bit brilliant. Essentially, he walks into boardrooms with a video camera recording the whole process just to say "this is what you're buying...right now.  How much are you going to give me?" Name above the title goes for a cool million. Sporadic Spurlock ads (there are three) go for 50 grand. In addition, he is able to secure helpful "aids to production"—hotel rooms, gas, even a fleet of seven cars—if he can ink a deal to make sure that they are shown in the film...and they are. Interviews are conducted in gas station cafes, drinking the advertisers products—even the shoes-leather that Spurlock burns to hit the pavement to meetings is paid for. Not only that, he makes deals for promotional cups that promote his movie and his clients.
There are so many hands washing each other that you almost expect a cameo by Howard Hughes. But who he gets to talk about movie-marketing is good enough.  Industry insiders talk about the business of branding (Spurlock turns out to be "Mindful"/"Playful"), increasing opportunities, testing the efficacy of the images (through MRI brain-scans—even the trailer is tested on Spurlock to see how his brain reacts).
Experts on societal influence (Noam Chomsky) and consumer protection (Ralph Nader...at his relaxed puckiest), advertising (Bob Garfield from NPR's "On the Media" and Advertising Age's Robert Weisberg), discuss the dangers of dealing with the devil and mixed messages. A fascinating clutch of interviews with film-makers seems to gloss over the impact and influence that corporatization has on the movie decision-making: John Wells (seen editing Company Men), J.J. Abrams, Brett Ratner, Peter Berg and Quentin Tarantino weigh in on how it affects their process—Rattner is alarmingly blase ("Artistic integrity?  Whatever..."***) while Berg is pragmatic ("GE is my boss and they don't give a fuck about Art") and Tarantino chortles over how, for years, he's pushed to shoot his restaurant scenes at a Denny's (he loves Denny's), but is constantly rebuffed (still, he's done a lot for the European McDonald's market). Even an amused Donald Trump shows up—probably a little miffed that he didn't come up with Spurlock's scam.
Pretty soon, it becomes apparent that the whole thing is a perpetual motion money-pushing machine and that money buys a lot of movie-magic. What is most disturbing is the offers Spurlock gets, unbidden, once he proves he's willing to play ball in an advertiser's field. "How do you say 'No' to that?" he painfully asks at one offer.


As I said, it's all a little bit brilliant. He delivers his message while they deliver the goods. If there is a down-side to Pom Wonderful Presents: The Greatest Movie Ever Sold, it is that there is so much to say, so many Madison Avenues to explore that the film rather breezily loses its focus. But, one should expect that when traversing a slippery slope, no matter what kind of shoes you're wearing.

I was the only one in the theater watching this (a shame, really), but as I was exiting the theater, I was flagged by the ticket-taker—a woman I've had a jocular joshing relationship with at my local art-house. She handed me a complimentary chilled bottle of Pom Wonderful pomegranate juice for watching the movie. I laughed all the way to the car.
 
I didn't drink it because I didn't take it.
 
* Yes, Bond DID drive an Aston in the novel "Goldfinger," and the movie's gadget-weighted DB5 became "the most famous car in the world," but Ford also provided their prototype Mustang for the '64 film, which made that new model a hot seller.  Sony and MGM plan to get $45 million for product placement in the next Bond—an all-time record.

** The biggest scam for blatant advertising is MTV. When it started, it was the first 24 hour TV station broadcasting only commercials—those "promotional" videos made to promote record sales.  Now, the videos are more popular than the recordings themselves.  Nothing succeeds like excess.

 *** How dare he?  Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go see Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides—the fourth movie inspired by a Disneyland ride.

Sunday, November 20, 2022

Don't Make a Scene (Redux): Star Trek (2009)

Another week, another "Redux." Nothing to add here—there WILL be more reviews this week (promise)—and the "Lambcast" folks are helping with "Don't Make a Scene" ideas (thank you!), but this week's is a repeat because the next Star Trek movie has appeared to "jettisoned the core" and gone dead in space...again. Paramount used to be—in the '70's—the "gold-standard" of studios and now, as with Warner Bros, they can't seem to do anything right. As I said in this piece, it was a miracle that they dodged the phaser-shot (how DO they do that?) and cast actors for the re-boot that didn't cause a meteor-storm of proclaimed "ruined childhoods" on the inter-webs. It would, indeed, be a shame to waste these guys through incompetence by "the suits." 
 
The Story: "Bones! Buckle up!" was one of those lines from 2009 that I remembered fondly, not only because of Chris Pine's Shatnerian cadence in saying it, but it also recalled the bonhomie between the characters.

J. J. Abrams' time-warp of "Star Trek" did a lot of things right, but none more important than in the precise casting of characters that had become familiar and iconic. Each one was something of a miracle—finding Pine and Zachary Quinto for the essential roles of the self-satisfied swaggering Kirk and the blithely arrogant loner, Mr. Spock. But the rest of the crew hit all the marks (and then some) as well: Zoe Saldana as everyone's favorite blue-toothed gal-pal, Uhura; >Simon Pegg as a chirpy Mr. Scott; John Cho as the gear-head with an inner swashbuckler, Sulu; and Anton Yelchin as the Russian brutalizer of all things English, Chekhov.

And then, there's Karl Urban.

Urban is the wild card here. All the others, save Quinto (who is NOT Vulcan), have the heritage behind their stereotype.*  But Urban, who cut a fine figure as Eomer in "The Lord of the Rings" trilogy, and who played a seamlessly younger version of Tommy Lee Jones' Captain Woodrow Call in the "Lonesome Dove" prequel "Commanche Moon," hails from New Zealand. Not exactly the Kentuckian roots of the "old country doctor" and requisite "griper" Deforest Kelley essayed in The Original Series. For me, getting "Bones" right was as tough as getting Kirk right. He had to be flinty, intelligent, aggravating and endearing by turns, and funny throughout, and Urban is note-perfect.  According to Abrams in his DVD commentary, he even ad-libbed the "all I've got left is my bones" line, nicely filling in a seam in the character's foundation.

The nice thing about this scene is Kirk and McCoy meet the way you'd like them to meet: jousting and parrying and joshing but taking each other seriously—they're both pretty beat-up (Kirk, literally), but when the chips are down, and the walls are trembling, they wordlessly extend graces in fellowship. Nicely done, as so much of the film manages to accomplish. It becomes the legend.

There will be more "Trek" movies.. One hopes that instead of abandoning the "Wagon Train to the Stars" concept of the original for a moustache-twirling "villain-of-the-piece" format in the movie series, that Abrams & Co. will utilize these characters...and these fine actors...in developing the next script. They're all too good to waste.

The Set-Up: James T. Kirk (Chris Pine), son of a legendary Starfleet Officer, takes up the challenge of Captain Christopher Pike (Bruce Greenwood) to utilize his wasted potential and enlist in Starfleet. The brash young Kirk, still smarting from a bar-fight after chatting up Cadet Uhura (Zoe Saldana), shows up for the dawn launch of a shuttle to Starfleet Academy in San Francisco.

Action!


Kirk walks into the shuttle and surveys all he sees and smiles.
Then, too absorbed to be looking where he's going, his head collides with a low hanging beam.** 
BG CADET: Nice...
Sheepishly, he advances to find his seat, passing the cadets who beat him in the bar in the previous scene.  Kirk can't help himself:
KIRK: At ease, gentlemen.
Kirk finds an empty seat and has trouble adjusting his safety harness. 
After struggling with it, he sees Uhura, and smiles.
KIRK: I never did get that first name.
This manages to make the aloof Uhura smile, to which Kirk grins wolfishly.  In the background, the sounds of an argument.
FLIGHT OFFICER: You need a doctor.
McCOY: I told you before, I don't need a doctor, dammit! I AM a doctor!
FLIGHT OFFICER: You need to get back to your seat!
McCOY: I had one in the bathroom with no windows!
FLIGHT OFFICER: You need to get back to your seat NOW!
McCOY: I suffer from aviaphobia!
McCOY: It means fear of dying in something that flies!
FLIGHT OFFICER: Sir, for your own safety, sit down or else I will make you sit down.
McCOY: Fine.
FLIGHT OFFICER:  Thank you.
(INTERCOM) This is Captain Pike.  We've been cleared for take-off.
McCOY: I may throw up on you.
KIRK: I think these things are pretty safe.
McCOY: Don't pander to me, kid.  One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in 13 seconds.
McCOY: A solar flare might crop up and cook us in our seats.
McCOY: And wait 'til you're sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles.
McCOY: See if you're still so relaxed when you're eyes are bleeding.
McCOY: Space is disease and danger...
McCOY: ...wrapped in darkness and silence.
KIRK: Well, I hate to break this to you, but Starfleet operates in space.
McCOY: Yeah, well, I got nowhere else to go.
McCOY: The ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce. 
McCOY: All I got left is my bones.
McCoy takes out a flask and takes a long pull.  Sees Kirk watching him and offers.
KIRK: Jim Kirk.
McCOY: McCoy.  Leonard McCoy.
As the two brace for launch, the shuttlecraft banks beneath the under-construction Enterprise, and heads to San Francisco.
FADE to SPACE.

Star Trek

Words by Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman

Pictures by Daniel Mindel and J. J. Abrams

Star Trek is available on DVD from Paramount Home Entertainment.



The original Leonard "Bones" McCoy
Deforest Kelley
1920-1999

* Alright, if you wanna split hairs, Zoe Saldana, is not strictly African-American, as her parents are from the Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico. Happy?


 **  I might be reading too much into this, but this seems as much of an in-joke as it serves for a demonstration of the brash young Kirk's tendency to leap before he looks. The whole "Young Star Trek" concept was developed at Paramount by series producer Harve Bennett to cut costs of production—getting all the actors back, especially Shatner and Nimoy, was prohibitively expensive—at around the time of Star Trek V. Ultimately, that film would be directed by Captain Kirk (William Shatner) himself, and photon-torpedoed by the critics.  One particularly egregious Shatner touch of slap-stick:  At one point, the Enterprise engineer, "Scotty" (James Doohan), walks right into (and is knocked out by) a low-hanging beam that, knowing the inner and outer workings of the ship like the back of his hand, he should have known was there, even in the dark.  Hey, payback's a bitch.  Even in space.