OCT 19 2002
The thirty-year itch By Ong Soh Chin - A Straits Times
Columnist
Two TV series from the 1970s now available on DVD are much more
relevant to what's happening today than what you get on the idiot
box these days.
THANKS to advances in home entertainment, I no longer have to be
enslaved to what TV stations or cinemas think I should watch. In
fact, I think a lot of stuff on English-language TV these days is
mind-numbing drivel, but I never knew how bad it was until I
chanced upon a DVD set of the first season episodes of The
Mary Tyler Moore Show.
Now, my memories of that 1970s hit series are fuzzy and vague at
best. I remember the bit in the opening credits where Mary twirls
around the street and tosses her cap into the air, and I remember
the catchy chorus of the show's theme song - 'You might just make
it after aalllll.' But nothing more registered in my little
child-like brain at the time.
Today, I am single and in my 30s, just like Mary in the show, so
there is definitely more than a little resonance beyond the funky
retro clothes. Mary has dating mishaps and struggles at making a
career for herself. She has quirky friends and colleagues. In
short, she is the 1970s version of Ally McBeal.
What a difference three decades have made to the single woman on
American TV.
At the start of the show, Mary has just left her boyfriend of two
years - because he refused to marry her - moved to a new town,
found a job and an apartment. When her self-serving ex returns to
try and patch things up, she turns him down, realising, in her
new-found independence, that she would never be happy with him. As
he leaves, he says gently: 'Take care of yourself.' Her bittersweet
reply: 'I think I just did.'
That, in a nutshell, sums up the spirit of the show, which is
probably why it became such a hit, running from 1970 to 1977. Here
was a single woman who was independent, funny and sexy, who had
great friends, an endearing relationship with her bristly boss and
who wasn't neurotic. Plus, she also looked good in a mini skirt.
She was certainly someone to aspire to.
On the other hand, Ally McBeal, today's 30-something female role
model, spends her entire existence whining and fretting about men
and visualising dancing babies. She is really nothing more than the
sum of her mini skirts and her bargain-basement Hallmark
musings.
Her colleagues and friends are equally annoying. Made up of a
clutch of quirks and tics, they are merely strange and wacky
ciphers written in to pad up a show that is already as shallow as
Ally's push-up bra.
To prove my point, try to imagine any of the other characters in
Ally McBeal with their own series. Quite impossible, simply because
they have no depth and no history!
In contrast, the characters in The Mary Tyler Moore Show were so
well-developed they spun off three series of their own - Lou Grant,
Rhoda and Phyllis. While Phyllis bombed, Rhoda and Lou Grant were
hits. The latter, especially, became a critics' favourite with its
hard-hitting look at journalism.
What's the modern day equivalent? Just Shoot
Me.
Another 1970s TV series I also picked up recently on DVD was the
second season of Mash.
Set during the Korean War, it tells of the exploits of the Mobile
Army Surgical Hospital (Mash) situated near the front. In Season
Two alone, the series addressed issues like homosexuality, racism
and the psychological stresses of war. All this while being a
comedy.
Indeed, as the series progressed, it would take on more and more
serious issues - all championing humanity and a pacifist point of
view - even as it continued to provide sterling prime-time
entertainment that had its fans all over the world glued to their
TV sets.
Mash lasted a whopping 11 years based on this winning formula of
goodwill, humour and damn good writing. It made a huge star of Alan
Alda, who played Hawkeye Pierce, and it also went on to spawn
another successful series, Trapper John, MD.
Today, apart from some programmes on cable networks, I can't think
of a free-access primetime American TV series that addresses all
these topics, let alone address them well.
Watching Mash now, as the prospect of an impending strike on Iraq
hangs over the world, I can't help but feel how urgently relevant
it is today, and how irrelevant today's primetime shows are to our
lives.
We are not vampire slayers or secret agents, and surely we are more
than a ragtag bunch of nobodies fighting one another for fame,
fortune and survival on an island in Thailand.
And while this may sound like heresy to people who call the
television the 'idiot box', we no longer have mass appeal TV shows
that require us to think, question and strive for something -
anything - good, fair and meaningful.
We are living in a perilous world where sanity and the sanctity of
life are being questioned, where we look suspiciously upon those
who are different from us and where the personal realm is in danger
of being subsumed by the political.
And our forms of mass entertainment, sadly, seem to be doing
nothing to address this creeping ignorance, paranoia and
inertia.
Hawkeye said it best in an episode of Mash:
'I just don't know why they're shooting at us. All we want to do is
bring them democracy and white bread. Transplant the American
dream. Freedom, achievement, hyperacidity, affluence, flatulence,
technology, tension, the inalienable right to an early coronary
sitting at your desk while plotting to stab your boss in the
back.
'That's entertainment.'
How true.