By Jonah Goldberg
Friday, January 12, 2018
There’s a great scene in the wonderful 1982 movie My Favorite Year, which is set in 1954.
Peter O’Toole plays a semi-washed-up actor named Alan Swann, famous for
swashbuckling roles. For reasons too complicated to explain here, Swann tries
to shimmy down the side of a building using a fire hose. He ends up dangling
just below a cocktail party on a balcony. Two stockbrokers are chatting when
one of them notices Swann swinging below them. “I think Alan Swann is beneath
us!” he exclaims.
The second stockbroker replies: “Of course he’s beneath
us. He’s an actor.”
It may be hard for some people to get the joke these
days, but for most of human history, actors were considered low-class. They
were akin to carnies, grifters, hookers, and other riffraff.
In ancient Rome, actors were often slaves. In feudal
Japan, Kabuki actors were sometimes available to the theatergoers as
prostitutes — a practice not uncommon among theater troupes in the American
Wild West. In 17th century England, France, and America, theaters were widely
considered dens of iniquity, turpitude, and crapulence. Under Oliver Cromwell’s
Puritan dictatorship, the theaters were forced to close to improve moral
hygiene. The Puritans of New England did likewise. A ban on theaters in
Connecticut imposed in 1800 stayed on the books until 1952.
Partly out of a desire to develop a wartime economy,
partly out of disdain for the grubbiness of the stage, the first Continental
Congress in 1774 proclaimed, “We will, in our several stations, . . .
discountenance and discourage every species of extravagance and dissipation,
especially all horse-racing, and all kinds of gaming, cock-fighting,
exhibitions of shews [sic], plays,
and other expensive diversions and entertainments.”
Needless to say, times have changed. And I suppose I have
to say they’ve changed for the better. But that’s a pretty low bar. I don’t
think acting is a dishonorable profession, and I’m steadfastly opposed to
banning plays, musicals, movies, and TV shows.
But in our collective effort to correct the social
stigmas of the past, can anyone deny that we’ve overshot the mark?
Watch the TV series Inside
the Actors Studio sometime. It’s an almost religious spectacle of ecstatic
obsequiousness and shameless sycophancy. Host James Lipton acts like some
ancient Greek priest given an audience with Zeus, coming up just shy of washing
the feet of actors with tears of orgiastic joy. I mean, I like Tom Hanks, too.
But I’m not sure starring in Turner &
Hooch (one of my favorite movies) bestows oracular moral authority.
Similarly, to watch the endless stream of award shows for
Hollywood titans is to subject yourself to a narcissistic spectacle of
collective self-worship. In 2006, George Clooney gave an (undeserved) Oscar
acceptance speech in which he said, “We are a little bit out of touch in
Hollywood every once in a while, I think. It’s probably a good thing.” He went
on to deliver a semi-fictional, though no doubt sincere, account of how actors
are like a secular priesthood prodding America to do better.
The most recent Golden Globes ceremony has already been
excoriated for being a veritable geyser of hypocritical effluvia, as the same
crowd that not long ago bowed and scraped to serial harasser and accused rapist
Harvey Weinstein, admitted child rapist Roman Polanski, and that modern
Caligula, Bill Clinton, congratulated itself for its own moral superiority.
The interesting question is: Why have movie stars and
other celebrities become an aristocracy of secular demigods? It seems to me an
objective fact that virtually any other group of professionals plucked at random
from the Statistical Abstract of the United States — nuclear engineers,
plumbers, grocers, etc. — are more likely to model decent moral behavior in
their everyday lives. Indeed, it is a bizarre inconsistency in the cartoonishly
liberal ideology of Hollywood that the only super-rich people in America
reflexively assumed to be morally superior are people who pretend to be other
people for a living.
I think part of the answer has to do with the receding of
religion from public life. As a culture, we’ve elevated “authenticity” to a new
form of moral authority. We look to our feelings for guidance. Actors, as a
class, are feelings merchants. While they may indeed be “out of touch” with the
rest of America from time to time, actors are adept at being in touch with
their feelings. And for some unfathomably stupid reason, we now think that puts
us beneath them.
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