successor to Shock and Awe whose feed no longer seems to be working properly - original blog + archive remains here: http://shockandawesimonreynolds.blogspot.com/ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ the blog of the Simon Reynolds book about glam and artpop of the 1970s and its aftershocks and reflections to this day
Sunday, November 24, 2024
pop ventriloquism
Saturday, November 2, 2024
anti-theatricality + politics (the finale?)
A wise person once said: “When a clown moves into a palace, he doesn’t become a king. The palace becomes a circus.” Donald Trump is a clown. Let’s prevent the presidency from becoming his circus.
- Richie Torres
On the ever darkening bronzer
The more extreme he becomes politically, the more theatrical his public persona must be. The dictator persona is full of obvious artifice: the sunglasses, the macho posturing, etc.
- Ruth Ben-Ghiat
At Vanity Fair, Gabriel Sherman gets the mea culpa from NBC chief marketing officer producer John Miller about The Apprentice and its role in elevating Trump to world-historical figure
Miller believes that without The Apprentice, Trump would never have been in a position to run for president. “He didn’t have a real company. It was basically a loose collection of LLCs. They’d been bankrupt four times and twice more when we were filming the show. The Apprentice helped him survive that,” Miller told me. “People thought he would be a good president because I made him seem like a legitimate businessman.”
.... Initially, we leaned into the idea that it was a show from Mark Burnett, the creator of Survivor. But when we saw some early takes, we realized Trump was going to be a big character. So we created the title sequence with the theme music of the show, which was For the Love of Money by the O’Jays. We shot the promos with Trump in his limousine, in his helicopter, in his jet, and at Trump Tower. We created the sense of an American royalty. We kept pounding that message over and over again. I called it “ruthless consistency.”
.... When I retired in 2022, I started writing a book called How I Ruined American Culture.
.... The show aired on Thursday nights and he would often call me
on Friday and say, “John, how did we do?” I would just say, “We did very well.”
And he would say, “We were the number one show on television!” I’d say, “No, we
weren’t but we did very well.” That happened a number of weeks and I kept
thinking, Does he just not read the ratings? And I just realized, that’s what
he did: He said something he wanted people to believe over and over again, and
eventually, it will be true.
He said, “The ratings would be huge!”
On 2015 and Trump's entry into the race
I thought, Has there ever been somebody who is less qualified to be president than Trump? And has there ever been anybody that’s more telegenic and understands how to manipulate the media more than Trump?
Live by showbiz, die by showbiz - a snippet about the Madison Square Garden hate-rally from this fascinating report by Tim Alberta at the Atlantic behind the scenes of the chaotic Trump campaign
The prime-time show playing out just beyond their corridor had been eight years in the making. Trump, hailed as “the man who built New York’s skyline” by a roster of celebrity speakers, would stage an elaborate homecoming to celebrate his conquest of the American political psyche. It seemed that nothing—not even the $1 million price tag for producing such an event—could put a damper on the occasion.
And then, before some in the audience had even found their seats, the party was over.
The first presenter, a shock comedian named Tony Hinchcliffe, told a sequence of jokes that earned little laughter but managed to antagonize constituencies Trump had spent months courting. One was about Black people carving watermelons for Halloween; another portrayed Jews as money-hungry and Arabs as primitive. The worst line turned out to be the most destructive. “I don’t know if you guys know this, but there’s literally a floating island of garbage in the middle of the ocean right now,” Hinchcliffe said. “I think it’s called Puerto Rico.”
The blowback was instantaneous.... who, exactly, had the bright idea of inviting a comic to kick off the most consequential event of the fall campaign. In truth, some of Trump’s senior staff hadn’t actually watched Hinchcliffe’s set. The Garden was a labyrinth of security checkpoints and political processions, and the event had barely been under way when he spoke. Now they were racing to catch up with the damage—and rewinding the clock to figure out how Hinchcliffe had ended up onstage in the first place.
It turns out to have been the operative who persuaded Vance to go with the Haitians eating cats and dogs thing:
Alex Bruesewitz. Technically a mid-level staffer—formally a liaison to right-wing media, informally a terminally online troll and perpetual devil on the campaign’s shoulder—Bruesewitz had grown his profile inside Trump’s orbit. The candidate’s appearances on various bro-themed podcasts were hailed as acts of strategic genius. But there was one guest booking Bruesewitz couldn’t secure: He wanted Trump to talk with Hinchcliffe on his show, Kill Tony. When word got around that Trump was looking for opening acts at the Garden, Bruesewitz made the introductions. Trump’s head of planning and production, Justin Caporale, ran with the idea. No senior staff ever bothered to vet Hinchcliffe themselves.... colleagues would spend the coming days savaging Bruesewitz for his recklessness when really—as ever—the culprit was a man whose addiction to mayhem creates the conditions in which a comedian who was once dropped by his talent agency for using racial slurs onstage could be invited to kick off the closing event of the election without a single objection being raised.
Bonus non-Trump bit
Queen Elizabeth II thought Boris Johnson "better suited to the stage" than politics and two days before her death, after he resigned, she told a senior courtier in jest: "At least that idiot won't be organising my funeral" - Tim Footman
post-11/5 nightmareland update:
Some interesting points and some facts I didn't know....
But increasingly it feels like all that could be said and understood about Trump and Trumpism - analytically - that work had already been done, thoroughly, as far back as 2016. Even before he was elected the first time.
All that eloquence and penetration was for naught - and the endless tsunami of great writing on the subject that continued, wave upon wave, riveting analysis after riveting analysis - all of it ultimately just contributed in its own way to the absolute annexation of consciousness, the attention-economy occupation that was Trump's victory.
All eyes, all minds, on him.
The absolute focus, the main-est of main characters.
So as much as I remain still fascinated by the theatrical and anti-theatrical tropes, I think I won't be bothering to read this kind of analysis any more....
It doesn't get you anywhere. There are no further insights to be gleaned.
It doesn't do you any good, it probably does you bad, both in terms of exposure to the toxicity of the personality and the personality cult, and in terms of fooling yourself that it's any kind of way of staying on top of things, keeping ahead of events by keeping abreast of them ... the illusion that knowledge is power, that thinking and analysing is a contribution.
Just for sanity's sake, I will have to ration the amount of exposure, the bandwidth of awareness, going forward.
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