Chasm

Crossing the Divide Between Hollywood and People of Faith

Larry W. Poland

• Publisher: Morgan James Faith
• Year: 2014
• Print ISBN: 9781630470623
• eBook ISBN: 9781630470630
• Topic: Mezzi di comunicazione e arti performative
• Subtopic: Film e video

Dr. Larry Poland's book, Chasm: Crossing the Divide Between Hollywood and People of Faith, explores the century-old warfare between the world of entertainment and mainstream Americans, those "flyovers" between Hollywood and New York. It is filled with fascinating first-person stories exposing the conflicts over excess, entitlement, morality, God, faith, and intrinsic value. Dr. Poland's three decades in Hollywood as a consultant on the faith community informs his analysis. Stunning stories from inside the industry are told with insight and good humor. Biting criticisms of those on both sides of the divide end with a call to build trust and goodwill.

CHAPTER ONE

LAYING THE FOOTERS

Solving a PR Problem

The screening room at the NBC studios in Burbank held a rather motley assortment of religious leaders from various faiths—you know, the usual minister-priest-rabbi mix. The assembly had been called together by Jay Rodriquez, NBC’s Senior Vice President of Public Relations, West Coast, to help resolve a PR crisis that was driving NBC execs nuts.

The crisis was the result of a rumor that NBC was planning to air a movie in prime time near Christmas with a scene defaming Jesus Christ. Supposedly, in the opening scene of the movie, Mary and Joseph, a Roman soldier assaults Mary with the clear implication that Jesus is the illegitimate offspring of that union.

The fact that the rumor was not true—and never had been—didn’t stop thousands of angry Christians from writing and calling the network execs with all kind of demands. The flood of rage was horrific.

Jay’s plan was to call together a group of religious leaders to screen the film in advance of its air date and then have them sign a joint press release stating that the rumor was false, and the film was fine. Good strategy.

The film was fine. I watched with some anticipation of blasphemy, or at least heresy, and found none. At the end of the film, I was prepared to recommend that my boss in a Christian organization sign the press release, and I stood in line to tell Mr. Rodriquez so.

A Blast from the Reverend

In line in front of me was a young church pastor who obviously saw the film through a different filter than I did. When it came his turn to speak to the exec, he unloaded on him. He saw all kinds of unscriptural and inaccurate and even blasphemous stuff in the film and bombarded Mr. Rodriquez in a most disrespectful manner. The more he attacked Jay, the more I shrank in my shoes.

Finally, his piece having been said, the young pastor spun on his heels and exited the room in a huff. It was my turn.

I identified myself, told Mr. Rodriquez I was going to recommend support for his effort to clear NBC’s name, and then got personal.

“I owe you an apology.”

“How’s that?” Jay replied.

“Well, I am a follower of Jesus Christ. He is the most important person in my life and has been since I was a kid, but I couldn’t help overhearing what this young man said to you and the way he said it. I believe that if Jesus Christ had been in front of me in line, He would not have spoken to you as disrespectfully as this young man did. On behalf of all those people calling themselves Christians who have been angry, abusive, unkind, and disrespectful, please forgive us . . . and don’t hold it against our Lord.”

There was a silent three-count as Jay processed what I said, then he responded, “May I take you to lunch?”

“Sure. I never turn down a free lunch.”

Thus began a journey and body of experiences stretching over more than three decades, a journey that is expressed in this book.

What Is “Hollywood?”

Let me lay a foundation for our interchange by defining terms. I’ll start with “Hollywood.” In reality, Hollywood doesn’t exist as just a place!

What a letdown for tourists who finally make it to Hollywood and Vine or Sunset Boulevard or the Chinese Theater. I’ve heard them describe the sheer disappointment. They thought Hollywood’s glamour was the place. It isn’t. Hollywood isn’t the shabby buildings on the boulevard lined with tourist traps, tacky lingerie stores, and greasy spoons. It’s not the place lined with the homeless people, ladies of the evening, and druggies traversing the so-called Walk of Fame. The sign at the city limits or on the hills above the town may say “H-O-L-L-Y-W-O-O-D,” but everybody knows it isn’t really here. Only one major film studio is even close to the Hollywood zip code.

A day on the Universal Studios tour may give visitors a little of the magic of Hollywood and film making, but, even then, they leave knowing they let themselves be seduced by mirrors, strings, pulleys, and computer-controlled contraptions. It was a tourist factory. It wasn’t really Hollywood.

A map to the “homes of the stars” is equally unfulfilling. It may feed the mystique for a tourist to imagine what—and who—lies behind those tall, iron gates and security systems on the palm-lined streets of Beverly Hills and Bel Air. But I’ve been in enough of them to tell you that some of them are messes and others are tacky—West Coast Gracelands. Hollywood doesn’t exist there either.

A Mental Construct

Hollywood exists only in the mind. Hollywood is a mental construct which includes many cities—from Burbank to Manhattan, Beverly Hills to the Hamptons, Malibu to Tribeca. It’s an image thing. It isn’t reality, and it’s slightly different in each person’s mind. It’s the product of pictures and sounds and celebrity stories and slick copy and publicity agent “spin” and tightly edited TV documentaries. It’s the product of finely tuned media productions of Oscar and Emmy celebrations. It’s the aggregate of all the films and videos and TV shows and video games and still photos and magazine articles and broadcasts and Filmland consumer products we’ve ever experienced—all compressed into some cranial compartment between our ears.

Show business includes many businesses—from video game creation to film making, from broadcasting to set storage, from premiere production to film-to-video transferring, from website design to cell phone app creation.

Hollywood includes many products—from DVDs to theatrical movies, from soft toys of Spiderman to Titanic wrist watches, to bras signed by sex symbols.

It includes many unique vocations—from limo driver to production designer, from president of network programming to on-location caterer.

It includes a whole lot of dollars, to be sure. With the average cost of producing a studio film somewhere around $65 million—down from $110 million before the recession—money flows.¹ But even here, the vast majority in Hollywood doesn’t see much of it.

Hollywood includes many lifestyles—from starving actors serving tables at Hamburger Hamlet in Century City to Rodeo Drive fashion designers selling dresses for $25,000 to $100,000 a pop to car valets at the Peninsula Hotel living on tips to studio chair persons making twenty-five to one hundred million a year plus perks.

Even then, we put the cities, the businesses, the products, the vocations, the dollars, and the lifestyles all together in a pot and stir, and we don’t get Hollywood. It all leaves us flat, like oatmeal without salt.

Deconstructing the Concept

When the “Hollywood construct” is all synthesized and processed in our minds, it still defies all the stereotypes.

• It isn’t the most glamorous place on earth. In some places it’s really shabby.

• It isn’t the path to fame and fortune. It’s the road to a lot of suffering.

• It isn’t the wild, wide-open, continuing orgy of excess. You can’t run multibillion dollar businesses for long stoned or dissipated.

• It isn’t just a phony facade. Something has to prop up the facade.

• It isn’t a dark crypt on Sunset Boulevard in which people in black robes dance around a boiling pot conspiring to steal the soul of America and the world. A conspiracy presupposes some kind of organization, and you could never organize Hollywood. That would be like trying to herd cats.

• There are no streets of gold. It’s the same old tarmac and concrete.

“Nobody Knows Nothin’ ”

When Charles Fleming wrote High Concept: Don Simpson and the Hollywood Culture of Excess, he gave his take on Hollywood:

From the outside, Hollywood is a mass-market fantasy factory responsible for billions of dollars in annual revenue and for America’s single largest export product. It is the creator of our collective imagination, and perhaps the lasting record of what we are and believe and dream. From the outside, it is the Eldorado to thousands of young people, who every year leave small towns across the country and travel to Los Angeles dreaming of becoming the next Tom Cruise or [Angelina Jolie].

From the inside, Hollywood is a shark tank, a place of desperate ambition and greed, a great, grinding soulless machine whose operators have virtually no idea what they are doing. The most forthright of them admit that they have no way of anticipating which of their movies—if any—will succeed at the box office. . . . Hollywood is a crap shoot, at best, a place where, screenwriter William Goldman has famously written, the first rule is ‘Nobody knows nothin’.’²

Just Like a Star

A metaphor for Hollywood may be one of those stars on the Walk of Fame. There’s a lot of hoopla and schmoozing on dedication day followed by long periods of nothing. A gleaming, brassy surface covering the same old dirt that lies under every other place. Shining, sparkly, and clean one day, but darkly tarnished within weeks. Framed and lighted and admired at first, then trampled under foot for decades. Dedicated to those who are kings and queens for a moment and unknown curiosities soon thereafter. When at the center of your focus, it has a distinctive beauty, but when viewed in its surroundings, it fronts for a shop selling tourist-trap knickknacks.

Finally, just like a star on the Walk of Fame, Hollywood can be bought.

If you do buy it, though, you still will not have purchased Hollywood.

Hollywood doesn’t really exist . . . except in our minds.

The Hollywood Dream

But what about the Hollywood dream? That exists, doesn’t it? Sure, in the minds of millions across the globe who have bought into the illusions that the Filmland image-makers create. But even then, the dream is illusive. It is one dream for one person and a very different dream for another. The stinger is that for all but about two percent of those who pursue their “Hollywood dream” it turns out to be a disappointment or a disaster.

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Table of contents

• Cover
• Title
• Copyright
• Dedication
• Table of Contents
• Chapter 1. Laying the Footers
• Chapter 2. “You’re Worthless, and I’m Not”: The Conflict over Substance and Superiority
• Chapter 3. “It’s Just a Movie!”: The Conflict over Media Influence and Accountability
• Chapter 4. “What Do You Mean, It’s Wrong?”: The Conflict over the Nature of Good and Evil
• Chapter 5. The Billy Maher Evangelistic Association: The Conflict over the Value of God and Faith
• Chapter 6. A Not-So-Ducky Episode: The Conflict over PC
• Chapter 7. Jesus Saves: The Conflict over Jesus and Being Born Again
• Chapter 8. “Death to Conservatism!”: The Conflict over Moral and Political Liberalism
• Chapter 9. The Hef and Paris Factor: The Conflict over Excess
• Chapter 10. “You Make No Sense!”: The Conflict over Rationality
• Chapter 11. “Shock and Awe”: The Emissaries of Peace Take Up Arms
• Chapter 12. “Don’t You Know Who I Am?”: The Conflict over Entitlement
• Chapter 13. The Fulcrum: The God-and-Bible Factor
• Chapter 14. “What? You’re a Decent Human Being?”: The Demise of Demonization
• Chasm Endnotes