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Harmful Additives
As it turns out, watching commercials in a movie theater isn't quite as satisfying as you'd expect. Sure, the acting's both sharper and subtler than the usual multiplex scene-chewing, but spots that look great on TV appear muddy or washed out on the big screen, and their rapid-fire editing and accelerated plots can be hard to follow in their new setting. Miss the first few moments of a 30-second sex farce and you've missed the whole thing. Even worse, the absence of regular programming robs commercials of the volume boost that gives them their trademark histrionic snap. Still, the rare opportunity to watch 90 minutes of pure commercials makes aesthetic shortcomings mostly incidental; the hundreds of TV addicts who left their living rooms to attend a recent showing of World's Best Commercials 1996 liked what they saw: cola adulterers, Dennis Leary playing the Smugly American for overseas consumers, vengeful elephants, boot camp for pizza deliverers, a vagino-sensitive King Kong (don't ask). A toilet paper commercial featuring a jerk screaming on his cell phone while repurposing lunch boasted a punch line of such pithy metonymy - Recommended by Assholes - that it had the crowd whooping like I hadn't heard in a movie theater since Animal House. All in all, it was an advertiser's dream - people actually paying to watch commercials, and loving every minute of it. There were more laughs in those 90 minutes than Farley, Sandler, Shore, etc. have managed to coerce in their entire collective screen careers, and a fair measure of affecting, serious moments too: limbless land mine victims, tortured pets, cigarette aficionados sucking air through puckered throat holes even Cronenberg would be hard-pressed to eroticize. If it didn't necessarily all coalesce into a transcendent narrative vision, well, how many movies do that anymore anyway? Commercials focus on an art we tend to find far more compelling these days: The art of the deal. Indeed, why simply sit back and watch a good story when it's so much more entertaining to assess how various commercials are attempting to sell us? In this light, it's odd that notions like "seamless advertising" have proven controversial; entertainment-oriented TV shows, movies, and documentaries specifically designed to promote the products and services of advertisers would give viewers myriad new opportunities to practice armchair media analysis. Such programming would also have a significant positive impact on the creative side of the equation: The necessity of delivering a persuasive sales message would give focus to screenwriters who too often lapse into superfluous character development, rote car chases, and other pointless plot detours. Most importantly, it would open up a whole new realm of story possibilities. After all, haven't we had our fill of TV shows and movies about rogue cops, renegade lawyers, and other high-glamour professionals? In that regard, advertainment pioneer Harmony Entertainment appears headed in a promising direction; one of its first projects is a made-for-TV movie about postal inspectors that's scheduled to air on Showtime. Without the support of a corporate Medici like the US Postal Service, that dry concept would have never seen the light of day - and yet, isn't it time the heroic letter-sniffers got their dramatic due? Another project Harmony has in development - a western-themed show designed to sell an as-of-yet-unidentified car brand - sounds slightly more traditional. Frankly, I'd prefer more mundane advertainment epics: the trials and travails of a photocopier salesman, a research chemist's intrepid efforts to discover a profitable hair-restoration drug, a restaurant group's passionate crusade to bring reasonably priced onion rings to cities all around the world. Until such fare arrives, the best source of TV advertainment is provided by Five Star Productions, a Florida-based company that produces and syndicates a variety of magazine-format TV shows. Translated from the euphemistic marketing argot, a "magazine-format show" means one that is based on a subject around which Five Star can aggregate the largest possible number of potential sponsors and partners - so far, this means health, the environment, and technology. To get coverage on one of these shows, you simply pay a "pre-production fee" (US$50,000 to $150,000, according to one potential client) and then begin work on story development with the company's production staff. Unlike infomercials, which are required to reveal their commercial status with at least a brief disclaimer, Five Star's shows - which make no effort to sell you anything in four easy payments of $19.95 - are permitted to take a somewhat stealthier approach. Some of its "partners" are explicitly identified as sponsors, but others remain unnamed. Ultimately what Five Star offers is the marketing equivalent of lap-dancing: technically legal, but not exactly the most straightforward means of communication. And this, of course, is the primary appeal behind its shows. Each one's a fast-moving compilation of slick soft sells; the viewer is constantly challenged with trying to figure out exactly who's pushing what. Sometimes it's fairly simple to discern a sponsor, sometimes almost impossible. For example, in one episode of Today's Environment, a segment on the dangers of moving hazardous waste turns into a not-so-subtle endorsement for the Illinois Central Railroad. That's an easy one, but what about the segment on the benefits of telecommuting - who sponsored that? IBM? Microsoft? Intel? It's pretty much impossible to tell. Making this game of spot-the-sponsor even more compelling is the fact that Five Star distributes video news release versions of its segments to 700 TV newsrooms around the country for potential broadcast at 6 or 11. It's not necessarily the news, but for budget-squeezed stations, it will do. Is this the future of TV then? Well, think about it this way: If there's anything TV viewers like more than a good commercial, it's a good mystery. Advertainment delivers them both. courtesy of St. Huck |
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