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February 1, 2025

This week in TV Guide: January 28, 1984




All right, Cybill Shepherd, we’ll say it. You’re sexy. Satisfied now? Sheesh.

Cybill Shepherd, current star of NBC’s The Yellow Rose, future star of ABC’s Moonlighting, is this week’s cover story. We’ll be back later to find out if there’s anything else worth discussing, but in the meantime here’s the rest of the issue.

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One of the constant features of dyspeptic, apocalyptic police state stories has been the ability of governments to spy on their citizens through the television, looking out at you as you look at it. Stories of early television viewers worried that the characters on the tube could actually see them are legion, although you’d like to think most of them are urban legends. Still, the thought of moving pictures actually appearing in your living room, some of them being broadcast live as they happened, had to have been a pretty radical concept. Seen from today’s perspective, when we watch television on the same phones with which we have video chats with friends, maybe it wasn’t so far out after all.

This week, in another of the cautionary stories that marked this era of TV Guide, James Morrow commemorates the first month of 1984 by looking at just how close we are to the world of George Orwell’s book, and it turns out we’re pretty close—just not the way you might think.

For example, Morrow points out that to Orwell, "language is the blood of the mind. To abuse language is to abuse the human spirit." What better example of the power to abuse language, he says, than the television commercial? Consider the use of the word "natural." "It seems pretty straightforward, until you hear someone say, " 'Change your hair color. It’s the 'natural' thing to do.' " Orwell called this trait "doublethink," as in "War is Peace" and "Freedom is Slavery." Television does this kind of thing all the time.

American television, writes Morrow, may have developed a "dominion over human consciousness" similar to that existing in Winston Smith’s world. Viewers turn to fictional TV doctors for medical advice, they accept without question documentaries that portray American society as far riskier and dangerous than it really is. Some people might substitute Dr. Phil for Dr. Marcus Welby, while others would see either global warming (on the right) or Donald Trump (on the left) as evidence of American television viewers' willingness to be taken in by The Big Hoax.

And yet, a question remains: "[I]s the right to be stupid not one of the most fundamental freedoms afforded by a nontotalitarian government?" It reminds me of a comment by CBS news chief Richard Salant that the job of TV news was to provide "what people ought to know, rather than what people want to hear." As Morrow notes, nobody forces you to watch television. You don’t have to "abandon" your children to it or use it as your only source of knowledge. To do so, to suggest that the truth, or anything else worth knowing, comes from TV and only TV, "is to lower one’s guard against the day when somebody decides to chisel away your set’s on-off switch or to install a spy-camera adjacent to the picture tube, or to attempt some other truly Orwellian innovation."

For all of American television’s faults, Morrow thinks that Orwell might well have liked it, or at least parts of it. Orwell, says Morrow, "believed in the common sense of common humanity" and might well have seen TV’s "populist nature" as protection against the all-encompassing state. Orwell believed that "it was among the intellectuals, not among the working classes, that you found society’s villains": he probably would have loved Cheers.

So how close are we to the nightmare telescreen world of 1984. We’re not there, at least not yet. But, as Morrow concludes, that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t listen to those who seem to be crying wolf about TV's power and influence. "The boy who cried wolf was wrong—and the townspeople who ultimately ignored him were also wrong. Theirs was the sin of complacency."

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Cleveland Amory’s successor as TV Guide’s critic was Robert MacKenzie, and in a week where we’re looking for worthy information to assess, his review is probably as good a place as any. This week’s show is ABC’s Hardcastle and McCormick, a buddy comedy-adventure starring Brian Keith and Daniel Hugh-Kelly as, respectively, a retired judge hunting down scoundrels who escaped his justice via technicalities, and a young rascal paroled to Hardcastle’s custody because the judge "saw good in the lad."

It’s a preposterous premise, on many levels. Neither of them work, for example, yet they pay their bills every month. There are a lot of car chases and crashes, and McCormick drives so fast and so well that in real life he’d probably be a professional racing driver, thus solving the problem of where the two find the money to pay bills. Keith is fine as Hardcastle; MacKenzie believes he "can do better work, and has, but he likes steady employment." Hugh-Kelly is "cute" and has great hair, which puts him in competition with NBC's Knight Rider, which features David Hasselhoff, "who also drives fast and has even more hair."

Sometimes, after a long day of work, you just want to turn on the television and relax instead of thinking about the world’s troubles or having some talking head shout at you all evening long. The problem, as Orwell might have put it, is that this can lead to complacency, or at least laziness. Like so much of television in 1984, Hardcastle and McCormick "seems designed for workingmen who dream about hot cars but can’t afford them, who can flake out in from of a TV world in which the good guys have the fastest cars and the hardest fists." It’s a nice world to visit from time to time, but I wouldn’t want to live there.

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We’re now on to sports, and this is the early stages of the cable era, that unregulated free-for-all before sports governing boards figured out the power of collective negotiating, when leagues and conferences signed contracts with just about any cable network that would have them. This week there are no less than 26 college basketball games on, for example, and that’s only counting NBC, CBS, ESPN, WGN, and USA. There's still the impression of scarcity, though—we're just emerging from that time when we were lucky to get more than two or three games over the weekend—which makes them all feel a little more important, a little more exciting, than they otherwise would be. The atmosphere also hasn't been polluted by what I'd call the ESPNification of sports, meaning that the players were still more interested in playing the game than in winding up on a highlight reel posterizing their opponents.

On the professional side, the stars are out this week, with basketball, football, and hockey all playing their all-star games, and in a sign of the times, the NBA All-Star Game, from Denver. (Sunday, 1:00 p.m. CT, CBS) That's right: it’s not on cable, it’s not on in prime time, there are no slam dunk or 3-point contests. All we get is a bunch of pretty good players playing basketball: Julius Erving, Larry Bird, Isaiah Thomas, Kevin McHale, Moses Malone, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, George Gervin. Not bad, I’d say. The NFL counters with the NFC-AFC Pro Bowl from Honolulu (3:00 p.m., ABC), which also manages to find some pretty good players to take part: Dan Fouts, Earl Campbell Joe Theismann, Eric Dickerson. The NHL version is on USA Tuesday night at 7:00 p.m. from East Rutherford, New Jersey. No indication as to the players taking part, although a quick spin through the league stats tells us there were a few Hall-of-Famers on hand, names like Wayne Gretzky, Mark Messier, Ray Bourque, Grant Fuhr, Steve Yzerman, and Gilbert Perrault. Back in the days before fans could see just about any game they wanted just about any time they wanted, these contests were rare treats, the one time you could see some of the game’s greats in action. I do miss those times.

And speaking of ESPN as we were, it looks much different in 1984 than it does today. For instance, I had completely forgotten that it used to carry business programming in the early morning hours, but before it became a lifestyle network, it had to have something to show during the week at 5:00 a.m., and that was Business Times, which ran until 7:00 a.m. Frankly, I think it was an improvement over what it carries now. (No Stephen A. Smith, for one thing.) And the network had a children's program on Wednesday afternoons, if you can believe it: Vic's Vacant Lot, in which famed tennis instructor Vic Braden (whose students included two-time U.S. Open champion Tracy Austin*) worked with groups of children showing them how to organize competitive sports on a vacant lot. It ran for two seasons; who knew? In 1984, ESPN covered sports such as Australian Rules Football and the Canadian Football League, while still having time for serious interview shows and weekly fishing programs. I miss those times as well.

*Fun fact: Tracy Austin's sister-in-law is fitness author Denise Austin, who also had a show on ESPN.

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Coming to your TV screens Saturday night on NBC—it’s World War III! Or, to be more accurate, World War III! (8:00 p.m.) It’s actually a rerun from 1982, when this kind of speculation, in the Ronald Reagan-Evil Empire era, was all-too-real for some. It boasts an all-star cast including Rock Hudson as the American President, Brian Keith as the Soviet Leader, David Soul as "an American colonel trying to hold off a war,” and Cathy Lee Crosby as “an intelligence officer craving one last moment of love," among others. It runs both tonight and Sunday night, and since Judith Crist calls it a "dandy," I’m inclined to give it a pass instead of saying something even snarkier. You might prefer heading over to CBS, where two new series debut tonight: Airwolf  (8:00 p.m.), with Jan-Michael Vincent and Ernest Borgnine; and Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer (9:00 p.m.), starring Stacy Keach as the legendary private detective whose gun is quick and whose fists are even quicker.

Sunday
night at 6:00 p.m., NBC Reports presents a profile of a man very much in the American bloodstream: Lee Iacocca. The man who saved Chrysler (among other things) and became a ubiquitous television pitchman and best-selling author visits with Tom Brokaw, who finds him "an emotional, sensitive and religious family man, who talks on the phone with his grown daughters at least twice a day." There’s no greater American success story in the early '80s than Iacocca, whose name is occasionally bandied about as a possible presidential candidate, though the idea of a successful businessman with no political experience running for office seems ridiculous…

On Monday (8:00 p.m.), NBC airs a live special from Hawaii as the aforementioned David Hasselhoff and Jayne Kennedy invite viewers to vote for The Most Beautiful Girl in the World, chosen from "21 international beauties." Entertainment comes from Air Supply and Engelbert Humperdinck. Opposite that, it’s the ABC Monday Night Movie “When She Says No,” examining the case of a woman who claims she was raped, and the men who insist she led them on. Crist calls it a “cogent and sensitive” movie, free from the leering exploitation that one often sees in such fare.

The Hallmark Hall of Fame has made its complete transition to movie format, but it hasn’t yet descended to saccharine Oprah-style greeting cards expanded to feature length. On Tuesday it presents a rip-roaring adventure, Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Master of Ballantrae (8:00 p.m., CBS), starring Michael York and Richard Thomas, and Crist views it as “first-class romantic adventure despite the final sugarcoat” which gives it a happy ending

Live From the Met headlines the PBS schedule on Wednesday, with the remarkable Plácido Domingo headlining an all-star cast in Verdi’s masterpiece Don Carlo. I’m not shy in using the word "remarkable" to describe Domingo, still wowing audiences 40 years later; and it’s not a case of him having been a young unknown back then, either; he was already a star, and has remained one since. It's a four-hour investment of time that opera fans won't regret.

This Thursday we get a look at one of CBS’s most successful programming nights of the 80s, starting at 7:00 p.m. with Magnum, P.I.: it’s the episode where he gets trapped in a bank vault with Carol Burnett. At 8:00 p.m. the detective-brothers Simon & Simon look after a flashdancer (a trendy thing back then) who’s a target for an assassin. Rounding off the evening, more suds with Knotts Landing, the venerable nighttime soap. Now, I ought to note that WCCO, the Twin Cities CBS affiliate, isn’t showing Simon at all this week due to a University of Minnesota basketball game, and they’re tape-delaying Knotts to 10:30 p.m., after the late local news, so if basketball isn’t your thing, you might instead watch Hill Street Blues (9:00 p.m., NBC), the most celebrated drama of the time, which tonight deals with the death of the much-loved actor Michael Conrad, who played Sgt. Esterhaus. ("Let’s be careful out there!") Or you could just forget it all and watch Grease on ABC.

Friday night has a cast of familiar programs, unless you’re last-place NBC—The Dukes of Hazzard, Dallas, and Falcon Crest on CBS, Benson, Webster, and Matt Houston on ABC, even Washington Week in Review and Wall $treet Week on PBS. Stick with KTCA, the PBS affiliate, for the best of the night: Monty Python's Flying Circus, including "The Attila the Hun Show" (10:00 p.m.) and Doctor Who, with Tom Baker as the Fourth Doctor and Lalla Ward as Romana II in "The Creature from the Pit." (10:30 p.m.)

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With co-star Sam Elliott
Let’s get back now to Cybill Shepherd. We mentioned that she was one of the stars of NBC’s The Yellow Rose, in which she plays a young widow who, with her two stepsons (not much older than she is) tries to hold on to the family ranch against, one supposes, a recurring cast of unsavory interlopers. Former co-executive producer Michael Zinberg says Shepherd was chosen for the role because they wanted "a very hot, attractive woman, and she was always our first choice." Oh, and she’s Southern too, so that helps.

Along the way we learn about her start in The Last Picture Show, her romance with the movie’s director Peter Bogdanovich, who viewed her in the same category as Ava Gardner and Lana Turner. Although her acting ability is often overshadowed by her looks, she’s learned the craft over the last few years, taking acting classes from Stella Adler; says John Wilder "We’ve put some real demands on her dramatically in the first couple of weeks, and she’s really come through."

She’s also learned more about herself, that marriage is "a male invention to control women," but that she still loves it; that childbirth is the most incredible experience, one that men envy because "women create life"; that even through adversity "we can’t be afraid of making mistakes." The Yellow Rose only lasts for 22 episodes, but it leads next to Moonlighting, which can hardly be said to be a mistake.

Longtime readers of the blog will recognize that in another era of TV Guide, her declaration of being sexy would probably have been seen by Richard Gehman as expressing a basic insecurity in both her physical appearance and her limited acting ability, resulting in an aggressive assertion of self as an attempt to legitimize her value as an actress and convince herself that she is, in fact, sexy. Am I not right?

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MST3K alert: The Master
(1984) Max and the Master hel a woman trying to unionize a cannery in a small town where troblemakers tend to disappear. Lee Van Cleef, Timothy Van Patten, Crystal Bernard. (Friday, 8:00 p.m., NBC) The Master was a 13-week series that appeared on NBC, starring Van Cleef (who certainly deserved better) as a ninja master, with Van Patten as his annoying sidekick. This episode, "State of the Union," was one of two episodes stitched together to form the movie Master Ninja II. In this case, double the bad is still bad. TV  

October 4, 2023

The Descent into Hell: "A Sound of Different Drummers" (1957)



"Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations." 
―Henry David Thoreau, Walden

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In the future, people live in a high-tech world of domed cities, governed by a World Union, where crime has been eliminated and lifespans lengthened, and computer analysts and tranquilizers to take care of any concerns you might have. Books have been banned in this future world, as independent thought is seen as a source of trouble. “Readers,” those found possessing books, are considered guilty of treason and executed by teams of "Bookmen," who then take the confiscated books to the "library," where technical and instructional books are catalogued and all others are destroyed.

Gordon Miller (Sterling Hayden), one of the Bookmen, finds himself attracted to the new librarian, a young woman named Susan (Diana Lynn). Gordon tries to flirt with her; her response is polite but cautious. He accidentally discovers Susan hiding a book in her clothes, a capital offense—but there is something about her that fascinates him; he has never met anyone like her, and despite his revulsion at her crime, he beings to see her whenever he can.

Gordon's partner and best friend Ben (John Ireland) disapproves of Gordon’s relationship with a Reader. "I don’t want you to make a mistake," Ben tells him. When Gordon challenges Ben on his beliefs, asking him if he ever thinks about anything, Ben replies, "What is there to think about? I don’t want to think. I hate Readers."

Occasionally, Gordon talks with his "analyst," a computerized voice meant to serve as an escape valve; computers replaced human analysts when it was discovered people censored their thoughts on the couch. Gordon tells the analyst (voice of Paul Lambert) about his relationship with Susan, and when he mentions that Susan is a Reader, the analyst repeats over and over that "Readers commit crimes of treason to be punished by death." When Gordon asks him why reading is a crime, the analyst replies that "My answers are scientifically accurate. There is no deviation from the truth."

Despite this, and with Ben growing more suspicious, Gordon continues to see Susan and reads everybook he can lay his hands on. He is torn about the conflict between what he has been taught as a Bookman, and what he learns from being around Susan, and warns her that it is dangerous to be involved with a Bookman; she says life would be worse without him, and he realizes that he loves her. They make plans to marry as soon as their application is approved by the Department of Genetics.

Finally, Susan finally brings him to a secret meeting of Readers. There, he meets their leader, Howard Ellis (David Opatoshu). They talk about the importance of books, and how extraordinary individualism is. When Gordon asks Ellis how things got the way they did, Ellis can only say that it’s complicated, but that they’ve wound up with a society where the individual is the criminal. He then quotes a passage from Walden, by Henry David Thoreau: "If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." We are not criminals, he tells Gordon, just people who hear different drummers. Susan knew this when she brought him here, but she knew he’d say the right thing at the right time. Gordon wonders how this ruthlessness makes them any different from the Union.

Later, we see Ellis reviewing a plan for Gordon and Susan to escape to one of the free colonies in South America. Things are getting too dangerous for them to remain here; look at how long it’s taken for the Department of Genetics to act on their application. Ellis and the others won’t be accompanying them in the escape, though—he explains that to get out is to give up the fight, and their movement won’t continue to grow.

   Sterling Hayden and Diana Lynn
Meanwhile, Ben complains that Gordon misses regular appointments and doesn’t go on Bookman calls anymore; instead, he talks about thoughts and ideas. He warns Gordon that things are getting too dangerous, and that he should give it up before it is too late. When another call comes in for them, Ben forces Gordon to accompany him. Arriving at the scene, Gordon is horrified to find that the accused are George and Mildred, his surrogate parents. He refuses to take part in their execution, and instead flees the scene, vowing to kill Ben for what he has done.

Gordon goes to get Susan so they can flee, but it’s too late; her apartment is surrounded by Bookmen, led by Ben. Gordon fights them to give Susan time to escape, and kills two of them before he’s seized and taken away.

In court, Gordon is charged with treason and murder. The prosecutor (Paul Lambert) tells him that his life has been spared in hopes that he will cooperate in uncovering what is obviously a widespread plot to the subvert and overthrow the Union, and asks him to provide the names of the others in the plot and the details of how he was to escape. In return, he will be free to live a normal life, doing less sensitive work. Gordon refuses to respond, and is returned to his cell.

For three weeks Gordon undergoes further interrogation. When he refuses to talk, the Bookmen can only conclude that he must be sick. His analyst tells him that he's denying the most basic instinct in man—survival; when Gordon says he’d then be left alone, the analyst assures him that "I am your friend. I am the only one who loves you."

Finally, Ellis himself visits. He assures Gordon that Susan is safe, but tells him that the court still wants to know the names. He even suggests that Gordon give them the names; twelve more deaths won’t make any more difference. When Gordon again refuses, Ellis tells him what he really wants: Gordon’s martyrdom. The death of a Bookman will strike a great blow for the movement. It will expose a crack, a fissure, in the Union that will continue to grow. It could, in fact, bring down the State altogether.

Gordon spurns this role as well, refusing to serve as their martyr. It’s not that he’s changed his mind; he’ll die before he gives up the names of the others. But it will be for his reasons, not theirs. And his reason is a simple one: he can’t stomach the killing any longer. He’s killed too many people already, for no good reason, and he refuses to take responsibility for one more death. It’s as simple as that.

As a defeated Ellis leaves, another prisoner is thrown in the cell with him—Ben. Gordon expresses shock, but Ben tells him, "Those books. When you were caught, I didn’t want you to know more than me. I read them, Gordon. I read them, I read them! I understand now, Gordon. I understand!"

Vowing that the Union will eventually lose, Gordon finally accepts his martyrdom, as he and Ben are executed.

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"A Sound of Different Drummers" aired October, 3, 1957, on Playhouse 90, CBS’s prestige dramatic anthology series. The listing in TV Guide read, "In a totalitarian state of the future, Gordon Miller is a young officer who has the task of suppressing illegal international activity," a curious (not to say somewhat deceptive) description to say the least.

If you go through the Internet searching for "A Sound of Different Drummers," I can promise you that 9 times out of 10—no, make that 999 times out of 1,000—it'll be in regard to Ray Bradbury's plagiarism lawsuit against Robert Alan Aurthur for borrowing too heavily from Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451*. Let this be the thousandth, then: a look at the episode itself. For regardless of whether or not Aurther plagiarized Bradbury’s story, "A Sound of Different Drummers" tells a disturbing story of a nightmare world where everything is perfect—as long as you don’t rock the boat.

*If you want to read about that aspect of the story, you can start with Stephen Bowie's excellent writeup here

This isn’t the first time we’ve seen Robert Alan Aurthur’s name here; he was also responsible for the 1955 Producers' Showcase adaptation of Arthur Koestler’s "Darkness at Noon." In fact, looking at the body of Aurthur’s work, many of his stories deal with injustice of various kinds, particularly race relations (A Man is Ten Feet Tall and The Lost Man, both starring Sidney Poitier, and Shadows, directed by John Cassavetes), so it’s easy to understand how stories such as "Darkness at Noon"" and "A Sound of Different Drummers" appealed to him.

Starring as the conflicted Bookman Gordon Miller was Sterling Hayden, who gives a performance so intense and yet repressed that he appears capable of bursting at any moment. Diana Lynn, a frequent star on Playhouse 90, plays Gordon’s love interest Susan, and John Ireland is properly menacing as Gordon’s partner Ben Hammond. Playing the leader of the Readers (and the secret trial judge) is David Opatoshu, who’s something of a regular in this series; we last saw him in the Outer Limits episode "A Feasibility Study," and before that he appeared in Star Trek’s "A Taste of Armageddon." Rounding out a compelling cast is Paul Lambert in an intriguing dual role, as both the prosecutor and the voice of the analyst.* The evocative, melancholy incidental music was by the prolific Fred Steiner (Perry Mason, The Bullwinkle Show).

*A side thought: Charlton Heston tells the story of how, in the movie The Ten Commandments, he convinced director Cecil B. DeMille that he should also play the voice of God in the scene with Moses and the burning bush, using the rationale that "any man hears the voice of God from inside himself." Is there something similar at work here, with the Union assuming the role of man’s analyst—his confidante, his only friend, his God?

At the helm for the broadcast was the young (27) John Frankenheimer, considered the premier director of live television; between 1954 and 1960, he directed 152 live dramas, an average of about one every two weeks, and he was responsible for directing 27 of the 133 episodes of Playhouse 90, the most of any director. He’d go on to direct such political thrillers as The Manchurian Candidate and Seven Days in May.

John Frankenheimer
Through the years, Frankenheimer had become known for his dynamic and creative style, both of which can be seen here. As an example, the sets for "Different Drummers" are open, without back walls [(nothing to keep the Union out?) and shrouded in darkness; in a particularly effective touch, images from the videophone calls are projected against the darkness, appearing to float in midair. And as for Frankenheimer’s dynamic directing style, Hayden, the newcomer to live television, freely admitted to being scared. "Frankenheimer loved to move the camera so fast. . . I went into one set to do a scene and there were no cameras! Then around the corner, like an old San Francisco fire truck, comes the camera on a dolly. And a guy comes along, puts up a light, and BANG, we go."

"A Sound of Different Drummers" received generally favorable reviews from both critics and viewers (excepting Ray Bradbury, of course). Hayden received what he described as "among my first good notices," while The New York Times TV critic Jack Gould called it "the boldest and most stimulating" play of the season, an "intellectually compelling narrative", and "a powerful drama protesting the disease of conformity"; and the Hackensack Record found it "a stimulating plea for intellectual freedom." A dissenting view came from Mary Wood, the radio and television critic for the Cincinnati Post, who found the play "engrossing, if far-fetched," and added that Aurthur might have made more of an impact had he "made his imaginary society more believable." However, a viewer in Buckingham, Pennsylvania, writing to the Philadelphia Inquirer, countered that "We are in that rut NOW! Anyone with different ideas is frowned upon and made to feel like a pariah. All we need to make it complete is to dress in uniforms and live under a glass dome, like waxed flowers."

What I find interesting in perusing these contemporary reviews is the use of words like "intellectual" and "intellectual freedom," as if we’re talking about some specialized type of freedom, separate from and distinguishable from other types of freedom. And I think this is part of the point that Aurthur is trying to make. As one character asks of the Readers early on, "Why do you want to change things? We have everything so perfect." Early on, Gordon asks Susan rhetorically, "Who am I to tear up perfection? Look, we have World Union. There’s not a man living who remembers war. We have no crime: no crimes of passion because tranquilizers and analysts have wiped them out; no crimes for gain because everyone over there has what he wants or needs materially."

But, Susan corrects him, "There is one crime."

"There should be one crime," Gordon replies, "because the only people who can shake this world we live in are sick people with sick ideas. Now where do they get these ideas? They get them from books. Can you imagine what kind of world this would be if everyone read books? Why, we’d end up with a bunch of psychotics running around with destructive, non-conformist ideas." It isn’t that he wants to kill them, but "If a few psychotics have to die for the common good, then I have to do it in spite of the fact that I don’t like it."

In other words, Susan, says, the end justifies the means.

Yes, Gordon replies. "That’s a good phrase. I’ll have to remember it."

You might think we’d wizened up since then, but have we? After all, we embraced the Patriot Act because it promised us safety from terrorists, and what’s a little inconvenience in comparison to that? And when businesses were shut down during the Covid scare, when people were ordered to mask up and those in hospitals and care facilities were isolated from their friends and loved ones, we were reminded that it was only a little disruption, and it was for the common good, and what’s a little discomfort like wearing a mask when it comes to saving lives? Except when it comes to the loss of freedom, nothing is insignificant.

So was Mary Wood being short-sighted in calling Aurthur’s world "far-fetched"? Such critiques were common when it came to stories presenting such gloomy dystopian futures. Possibly she was speaking for the many Americans for whom the prospect of such a totalitarian state was unthinkable.

Perhaps, then, it’s not an issue of being short-sighted so much as it is an indication of how much and how quickly things have changed in the past decade or so.

III

The 1950s dramas that we’ve looked at are, without exception, products of Cold War thinking. A few of them, such as "Darkness at Noon" and "1984," are identifiably set during the Cold War, but all of them, no matter when they take place, are influenced by it.

Another thing: none of them actually feature any fighting to speak of; the war, if there was one, has already been fought and lost. Totalitarianism is no longer a threat but a reality, and so these stories, as well as being excellent vehicles for drama, are cautionary tales, warnings about the future that could happen if we’re not careful.

The San Bernardino County Sun called   
"Different Drummers" "strange and thrilling"   
Don’t assume that they’re all part of some great right-wing propaganda effort, though, for there’s another Cold War theme running through many of these stories: a theme that, although it’s seldom voiced in the scripts, must be acknowledged in order to fully appreciate the context in which a story such as "A Sound of Different Drummers" was written: McCarthyism, what Aurthur referred to as the "dark days of democracy," days in which "nobody spoke up because his head could come off for this kind of talk." An era in which people were questioned about every association they’ve ever had, every organization they’ve ever belonged to, every person they’ve ever talked to, until the questioners could find a flaw in the façade, a weapon which they could use against the accused like a battering ram, until their reputation lies in tatters on the ground, and with it any semblance of whether or not the accusations were actually true.

Think of the questioning Gordon undergoes in front of the court, and later with Ellis. They make it all sound so reasonable. All he has to do is give them the names of the others in the cell. His own guilt will be wiped away—expunged from the record—and he and Susan will be free to go, with no ramifications. (Set aside the implausibility in this offer; I don’t think Gordon believes it for one second.) I’m positive anyone watching this at the time of broadcast would have instantly recognized this tactic from McCarthy and his House Un-American Activities Committee hearings. They might also have remembered the fate of the so-called Hollywood Ten: movie producers, directors, and screenwriters who appeared before HUAC, refused to answer questions or name names, and wound up serving time for contempt of Congress, after which they were blacklisted.

Just tell us the names of your fellow Readers. They would have called it being a "Friendly Witness."

Interestingly, and I wonder how much of this made it into his performance, Sterling Hayden had appeared before the House Un-American Activities Committee in 1951, owing to his brief membership in the Communist Party following the war, and became a Friendly Witness himself. It was a decision that Hayden regretted for the rest of his life. "If I have any excuse, and it's not a good reason," he told journalist Gerald Perry, "the FBI made it clear to me that if I became an 'Unfriendly Witness' I could damn well forget the custody of my children. I didn't want to go to jail, that was the other thing. The FBI office promised that my testimony was confidential. And they were very pleasant. So I spilled my guts out, and the months went by, and I was on some shit-ass picture, and I got a subpoena. The next thing I knew I was flying to Washington to testify. The worst day of my life. They knew it already, and there is the savage irony.” He was one of the most prominent namers of names in the industry; in his 1963 autobiography, he wrote, "I don't think you have the foggiest notion of the contempt I have had for myself since the day I did that thing."

During a 1958 round-table discussion on television drama, Aurthur cited "the collaboration between writers and actors" as an essential part of what makes for good television writing. "[A] great deal of changing goes on, and it is vitally important, because the whole intent of a production is to extend the original meaning of the script. . . It means simply taking the meaning and bringing it to life." It seems inconceivable, at least to me, that Hayden didn’t influence how that scene played out, beyond acting out the lines on the screen, as if it were a do-over for him. As, maybe, it was.

IV

The Smith Act of 1940 made it a crime to belong to an organization that advocated violent overthrow of the United States government. It was a law, that in the words of historian Larry Tye, outlawed "the advocacy of ideas rather than the commission of misdeeds." He cites the case of Junius Scales, an Army veteran who became a leader of the American Communist Party and was sentenced to six years in federal prison in 1954, not for his involvement in any plot but simply for being a member of an organization which advocated violence. (A description that would apply to several organizations in this day and age.) He was, writes Tye, "the only American ever imprisoned for merely belong to the Communist Party as opposed to participating in a violent or subversive activity"; it was, in fact, a longer sentence than anyone had ever received for actually committing an act of political violence or subversion. Later, the FBI would confirm that Scales’ real crime had been his refusal to name names of other former or present party members.

So much of what happens in "Different Drummers" sounds as if it could have been taken from today’s headlines; the lines spoken are too familiar to us. And has been the case so, so many times, it is driven by the fear which the ruling elite have for anyone who dares to think differently, to challenge authority, to question the status quo. And that, along with everything we’ve seen so far, got me to thinking.

My college logic is a little worn, but I think I recall enough of it to propose the following: if the McCarthy era was the obvious source for the background atmosphere through which these stories are to be understood, and if we are finding them applicable to our day and time, then it would be reasonable to conclude that we are entering, have entered, a second McCarthy era, where one lives in fear from the ramifications of anything he or she might have said, might be saying, or might be thinking of saying. In short, you can’t say what you want. You’ll be labeled a racist, a Nazi, a hater; you’ll be accused of using the wrong pronouns. And then you’ll be shunned by polite society, and anything of merit that you might have said or done in the past will simply be forgotten. You’ll find yourself removed from the picture, just as the Soviets used to do in the case of party functionaries who’d fallen into disgrace or disfavor. Only now it's even easier than it was then; you don’t require any special photograph editing skills, only a finger to press a button on a computer, and it’s all over.

Anyone who doubts the existence of a new McCarthy era has only to look at the number of people who’ve been cancelled in the last few years: shamed in their professions, ostracized by their colleagues, fired by their employer, canceled by their bank, silenced by social media, dropped by their friends.

Back then, it was called "Blacklisting." Today, it’s called "Cancel Culture." Back then, the dreaded word was "Communist." Today, it’s "homophobe," "climate denier," "anti-vaxxer," "Christian."

V

So in addition to banning books and blacklisting, what else is on the agenda for Aurthur’s far-fetched government of tomorrow?

At one point Gordon marvels at how Susan is like nobody he’s ever known. For instance, at their first meeting, he mentions how his partner had told him about her beautiful smile. "People don’t smile much, do they?" he says. "That’s a dangerous statement," she replies. When he asks her what makes it dangerous, she answers, "If you say that people don’t smile, you might conclude that people aren’t happy." And that simply wouldn’t do in a prefect society, would it?

Later, while enjoying a picnic outside the domed city (nature itself being a revelation to Gordon), Susan notes how they have such different ways of looking at things. Gordon views the domed city as perfect, safe, secure. To Susan, however, it’s a prison, where the people are kept in ignorance. "In the old days people were afraid of the dark, she says. Nowadays we live in darkness so we’re afraid of the light."

How, he wonders, did she come to be like this, to have these thoughts that are so different, so unlike any he’s ever heard before? She begins to tell him about her childhood, an unusual one it that she spent it with her parents, something that is strictly forbidden today. "The Union didn’t catch up with us until I was eight."

"No wonder you’re different," Gordon says, mirroring the accepted attitude. "That’s a pretty unhealthy start. Before the Union took over the raising of infants all neuroses in children were caused by parents. It’s a scientific fact. A child raised by parents has to grow up disturbed."

But, she asks, didn’t he ever want to know who his parents were? At first, he dismisses such thoughts as idle curiosity, but then he corrects himself. "I would like to find them. But that comes under the heading Treasonous Thoughts." He thinks back to the old couple he killed for being Readers. "They could have been my mother and father. Every time I go on a raid, I could kill them and not know it. I look in the faces of people and wonder. Are these my parents? Do I have siblings? Do they think about me, do they love me? I’ve killed over 100 people. Could have been my parents, my sister, my brother? It’s like killing myself."

I suppose that’s a pretty far-fetched idea, that the Union should raise all infants. And yet today we see increasing arguments about the role that parents should play in the lives of their children. Liberal activists accuse parents of spreading hate and ignorance, teaching their children the "wrong" ideas, of preventing them from getting a “complete education.” In some states, minor children might be able to get an abortion without telling their parents. School districts seek to block parents from knowing "whether their child identifies as a different gender in the classroom," and organizations provide schools with training and materials on how to secretly transition students. Teachers’ unions fight to prevent parents from having input in the school curriculum; the late educator John Goodlad once said that "Parents do not own their children. They have no ‘natural right’ to control their education fully." The President claims that “school children don’t belong to parents 'when they’re in the classroom.'" Meanwhile, federal agencies move to remove words like "mother" and "father" from childcare laws. 

As we saw in "The Children’s Story," there’s a thin line between educating and brainwashing, one that seems to get more and more faint every day. The Native American activist Wilma Mankiller said "Whoever controls the education of our children controls the future." Don’t think that the government and the education industry doesn’t know that. And as for those parents old-fashioned enough to think that they, and not the schools, know what’s best for their children, "If the older generation cannot get accustomed to us, we shall take their children away from them and rear them as needful."

That last quote came from Hitler, by the way.

VI

"I hardly know an intellectual man, even, who is so broad and truly liberal that you can think aloud in his society." 
―Henry David Thoreau

One of the things about revolutionaries is that you; can seldom trust them to remain true to their ideals once they’ve achieved their goals. To underline this, Gordon quotes Friedrich Nietzsche in one scene, that "Liberal institutions straightaway cease from being liberal the moment they are soundly established. Once this is obtained, no more grievous and more thorough enemy of freedom exists than liberal institutions."*

*The actual quote, from Twilight of the Idols, reads, "Liberal institutions cease to be liberal as soon as they are attained: later on, there are no worse and no more thorough injurers of freedom than liberal institutions." Nietzsche continues, "One knows, indeed, what their ways bring: they undermine the will to power; they level mountain and valley, and call that morality; they make men small, cowardly, and hedonistic—every time it is the herd animal that triumphs with them. Liberalism: in other words, herd-animalization."

Gordon discovers the truth of this in his initial meeting with the other members of the Readers cell. After Ellis explains the group’s philosophy, talking about how extraordinary individualism is, he tells Gordon, "We think of ourselves not as criminals, but simply as people who hear different drummers. We’d like you to be with us, Gordon."

"Then there’d be no turning back," Gordon replies.

"Can you turn back now?" Ellis asks.

After Gordon tells Ellis he’s with them, Ellis then reveals that, had Gordon said no, Ellis would have had to have Gordon shot. "We have to be a little ruthless too, Gordon."

"How does that make you any different from them?" Gordon asks.

"That’s one of those vast complications we’ll discuss later," Ellis says.

From a purely tactical viewpoint, this makes perfect sense. In wartime, maintaining the integrity of such an organization’s security is paramount; the success of its mission and the very lives of its members depends on it. For Gordon, however, it exposes another side of the Readers: a willingness to use tactics similar to those of the State.

Ellis’s "complications" become yet more complicated after Ellis has been revealed as chief judge of the court. Yes, Ellis tells Gordon, Susan is safe—but the court still wants those names. "Gordon, they’re very frightened men, don’t you understand that? A society so rigid that when it goes, it goes smash. You confound them, Gordon, you confuse them. Tiny cracks. They must let you talk or kill you."

Despondent and worn out, Gordon bluntly asks Ellis what he should do. Ellis gives him one option: you can answer their questions. Gordon is shocked by Ellis’s attitude, but Ellis provides him with a rationalization: "If you talk, twelve people will die, but they would eventually die anyway. What would they be? Victims of cruelty, certainly not the first and maybe not the last." And when Gordon wearily points out that as a Bookman he’s already killed over a hundred people, Ellis replies, "Twelve more. What difference would it make?"

Has Ellis been a wolf in sheep’s clothing all along, trying to trick Gordon by giving him “permission” to name names? Or does he have something else in mind? Having presented Gordon with an option he must have known Gordon would never accept, could never accept, he offers an alternative: accepting death. But not just any death—his death will be an act of martyrdom, a death that means something. "Your death will widen the crack maybe just enough that it will smash it. And when it falls, I will be there. Susan will be there. The twelve you don’t name will be there. If not us our children. Gordon, if you die silent, you will be the first the people will hear. I promise you that. They’ll hear of the bookman reader who died for his ideals."

But, as Gordon knows, it’s much easier to talk up the nobility of martyrdom when you’re not the one doing the dying. Yes, he’ll remain silent, ensuring his death. "But not for your reasons. Not because of hope or because of faith. I just can’t kill anymore. I can’t be responsible for twelve more people dying," he tells Ellis. "You want me to believe my death will be something normal, You talk about ideals. You talk about people knowing. You want it to seem big and normal that I’d die for ideals. Howard, there’s nothing big and noble about a man dying. I’ve seen over a hundred people die. A man dies alone, in the dark." It’s as simple as that; I just can’t kill any more.

Not, however, before Gordon asks Ellis one final question. "You used the word ruthless," he says, thinking back to when Ellis was prepared to have him killed if he hadn’t joined the Readers. "What does happen, Howard, when you are soundly established?"

"I don’t know, Gordon," Ellis replies quietly. 

VII

So what, exactly, was Ellis’s game there? Is he hero or villain, freedom fighter or strongman-in-waiting? I suppose it doesn’t matter in the end, at least not in "A Sound of Different Drummers." Gordon’s story ends, with his and Ben’s executions, and our story ends with them.

One could, however, speculate that Ellis intentionally set up Gordon: studied his records and found where he was vulnerable, made sure Ben introduced him to Susan, had him recruited into the Readers, arranged for his arrest, made himself chief judge at the trial, manipulated Gordon into being the martyr that the movement desperately needed in order to grow. That’s Machiavellian to the nth degree, and I'm almost ashamed I could think of something that cynical, but it’s undeniable that Gordon was more useful to him dead than alive. Yes, it’s true that Ellis put together an escape plan for Gordon and Susan, and that could have been his way of warning Gordon that he was in trouble without blowing his own cover, but I wonder if Ellis was ever sincere about anything, including the entire Reader movement in the first place. For all we know, Ellis is just another politician, the flip side of the very coin minted by the World Union.

In a way, though, that uncertainty itself is the real weapon—the infiltration of organizations by officials of the government, the next-door neighbors and co-workers who may be on the spymaster’s payroll, question of who you can trust. That kind of mutual mistrust prevents people from getting together, from comparing notes, from taking action. As Gordon says, "They've broken us down so that alone we're afraid. Alone we’re helpless. You know, I hope we can exist because we’re always in groups, we're never alone. The great crimes of history can only have been committed by groups. Whether they're people hiding under hoods or with swastikas on the arms or wearing Bookmen’s uniforms."

Or governments isolating us from our loved ones, ordering us to hide our identities behind masks, making us suspect those standing next to us, living next door, people we though were our friends?

You might remember, for instance, the story from a while back about the FBI supposedly attempting to infiltrate traditional Catholic organizations under the pretense of them being extremist groups? Or the Covid-snitches who ratted out those who violated the lockdown rules, who might—horrors—have invited some friends over without having them separated by the proper distance. "Get vaccinated for others," they said; "It’s for the common good."

I keep coming back to Mary Wood’s review in the Cincinnati Post and her comments about Aurthur’s "far-fetched" world, a world in which ;so many things have come true. Would she have found my theory about Ellis a far-fetched one? Would anyone, viewing "A Sound of Different Drummers" back in 1957, have attributed to him such devious motives? 

I’ll allow as to how I can be pretty cynical when it comes to that, but I can’t imagine that this would be any more implausible than, say, undermining the stability of a country for personal and political gain. Let’s suppose—just for the sake of argument, you understand—that a candidate for high office started a movement, one that eventually came to comprise millions of his followers, so popular that it was known just by its initials.

Now, suppose he were to find his poll numbers down, his fundraising running low, his leadership challenged by others in the party: wouldn’t it be in his best interests to suggest that he and his followers were so dangerous to the establishment that they were being targeted? It would help if some of those followers were arrested, too; that way they’d become the perfect martyrs, much more valuable than if they were mere voters. Even if he was indicted himself, he’d gain publicity, he’d galvanize his supporters, he could even raise money off it. If I were him, I’d make damn sure that’s what happened. Even if I had to make it happen myself.

Just my imagination, of course. And as I said, I’m cynical. But then, admit it—so are you.

And if we’ve become that much more cynical since 1957, if circumstances have manipulated us to feel that way—well, really, whose fault is that? TV   

June 21, 2023

The Descent into Hell: "The Year of the Sex Olympics" (1968)


[Aldous] Huxley and [George] Orwell did not prophesy the same thing. . . What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy. As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny "failed to take into account man’s almost infinite appetite for distractions." In 1984, Huxley added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we hate will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we love will ruin us.

—Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death

In the future, there will be two classes: the High-Drives, an elite few who control the government and media; and the Low-Drives, the masses who comprise an overwhelming of the population. This is a stark future; fears of overpopulation abound, nourishment comes from protein sticks, the population lives in sterile accommodations isolated from nature, and while those things that bring pain and unhappiness have been eliminated, so have those that produce joy and pleasure. People speak a form of Pidgin English stripped to its bare essentials—perhaps from a lifetime of texting?—and many words no longer exist. To keep the Low-Drives pacified, they are fed a mind-numbing diet of banal television with the emphasis on pornography, brought to them by a sole network known only as Output.

The time, we are told in an onscreen graphic, is "sooner than you think." But we know what year it is. It is "The Year of the Sex Olympics." 

I

Intertwined arms and legs, a man and woman making out. Yes! This is what we've tuned in for. The attractive young couple are warming up, so to speak, for tonight's broadcast of Sportsex

Stand by, studio. Cut to the control room. 

A camera focuses on a lethargic group, waiting to be entertained. The music rises, and Misch (Vickery Turner), the attractive young presenter, introduces the next show, SportSex, "tonight and every night." "Tonight we've got lots of real talent for you so keep your eyes with us," Misch tells the television audience. One pair of contestants are billed as "winners of the Karma Sutra Prize last year." "Remember, all scores in this special new sex series counts towards the Sex Olympics. Maybe tonight's winners will make it."

While Midge does the play-by-play, the others in the room—Nat Mender (Tony Vogel), his assistant Lasar Opie (a very young Brian Cox, evil as ever), and the Coordinator, Ugo Priest (Leonard Rossiter, later to be known for The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin) look on. They are the High-Drives, the media executives who program what the masses—the Low-Drives—watch. Under them, television has become a delivery system of mindless, meaningless "reality" shows which they are fed hour after hour, day after day. The programs have resulted in what Ugo calls a "vicarious society" of calm, complacent Low-Drives, devoid of anger and aggression (or any other significant emotion), content to experience life through what they see on the screen, rather than through any activity of their own.

How did things get to this point? As Ugo explains it, the world had been overcome by a continuous and growing tension: war and riots and other kinds of crises. And with it came an explosion of people, and fears of overpopulation. "I remember the old slogan, 'Fight fire with fire, sex with sex.'" As tensions rose, so did the population, with concurrent problems such as food shortages, riots, wars, and restless, rebellious masses.

And then came The Big Breakthrough, when they discovered that they could control the emotions of the masses through a steady diet of television appealing to the lowest common denominator, particularly pornography. Apathy Control, they call it. By feeding them a continuous diet of porn—shows such as Artsex and Sportsex—the Low-Drives remain pacified, learning to "make due with that in place of the real thing, take all experiences secondhand, just sit watching calmly and quietly." As Nat says, "They gotta feel, 'I cannot do like that, not even try. Sex is not to do. Sex is to watch.' That's what they gotta feel, so they watch." Other competitions, such as The Hungry Angry Show (two contestants hurling pureed foods at each other in a glass enclosure) are designed to gross out the masses, to turn them away from food, so they won't complain about the shortages.

The success of these programs is measured through the Audience Sampler, a kind of perpetual focus group that is visible to the personnel in Output on a dedicated monitor. At any given time, they're able to look at the screen and see how the Audience Sampler reacts to the programming. Laughter, approval, or engagement of any kind are signs of success, while expressions registering boredom or apathy are cause for alarm. Laughter is the "perfect minimal stimulant," Ugo says, explaining what makes these reality shows work. "They say it's not happened to me so they glad. So they laugh." He calls it the "fruit skin": "You see somebody fall in fruits and you laugh it didn't happen to you. That's the idea." Adds Lasar, the audience enjoy pain and suffering because 'it not happen to them'."

Nat is troubled by things other than the ratings of his shows, though. Unlike Low-Drives, High-Drives are permitted to have sex, but long-term relationships are discouraged in favor of transient hookups. Nat, however, has maintained a connection with his former lover Deanie Webb (Susan Neve), a fellow High Drive who works on Artsex, and with whom he has a daughter, Keten (Lesley Roach). Deanie tells Nat that Keten has had a metabolic test. "She's a clever kid, Nat says, got two High-Drive parents." But, Deanie says, the tests suggest she might be Low-Drive. Nat is stunned, and worried; if she's sent out there to live with the rest of the Low-Drives "It all goes on my record and your record too. What about that?" And if that happens, "they start a recap, a lot all your past checks. Genetic feedback, they name it."

There's also a young man, Kin Hodder (Martin Potter) who works with Deanie on Artsex (and, it's implied, is her current lover). Kin is a "drape artist" on the show, but he wants more. In his spare time he creates works of art with whatever material he can get. And, like so many artists, he wants to provoke a reaction from the people who see his art. "I want tension!" he tells them. "I want to show them. To them out there, to the whole world. I want to make them see, I want them to hurt!" Deanie hopes Nat can help Kin, discourage him, since Kin's job is to "quiet down the whole world all the time." Nat isn't so sure, though; all this has sparked something inside him, and his mind starts to question things.

Kin, in fact, becomes the catalyst for everything that follows. First, he flashes one of his portraits on the screen, setting off a crisis in Output. "Look at that. Rating’s still upset after 20 hours. I got a real upset," Ugo says. "It was a dirty thing to throw that at a quiet, cozy audience, right in the middle of another section." Nat denies that he had anything to do with it, but admits he's fascinated by Kin's art. "I saw them all. We not got words of them, Coordinator. Maybe you got some. Old days words."

"Yeah, I got some," Ugo rants. "Filthy, disgusting, offensive, loathsome, foul, disturbing, and they all add up to one word. The worst word of the lot. Tension."

Brian Cox and Leonard Rossiter, up to no good    
Shortly afterward, Kin interrupts a broadcast of Sportsex, clinging to a rope hanging from the rafters of the studio. He has his pictures with him, and he's going to try and show them; he can be heard shouting, "You're gonna see my pictures! You gotta understand! Look, they hurt, you've gotta see them!" He loses his grip on the rope and falls to his death. As the camera zooms in on his twisted, lifeless body, we can hear the audience laughing animatedly, tears running down their cheeks even as the blood runs out of Hodder's mouth.

"You know," Ugo says, "I think we just found the fruit skin."

Following the show, Deanie is disgusted and disillusioned by what happened, and wants to know where the pictures Kin had with him have gotten to. "Gone," Ugo replies. "Disposed." When Deanie protests that they were "what he made," Ugo counters that "What he made, Deanie, what he give us here today, was this breakthrough. Our job is to act on it." Apathy Control is boffo over what happened. "Look at those ratings! Toughest in six months."

"So what we do?" Nat says cynically. "Kill someone every night? They soon get fed with that."

They discuss how they can duplicate the audience excitement going forward. "Old days, the world was totally randomized, all life," Lasar muses.

"True," Ugo says. “Nobody knew what had happened next.”

Nat starts to think out loud. "Suppose," he says, "you got just a few people to live like old days, and watch them to make a show." As he speaks, he gets more excited. "Nobody ever tell them what to do. Nobody come near. Make their own food. Get things they need."

"No help at all?" Ugo asks.

"No," Nat says. The participants will be left on their own. They could get sick, even die. "That’d be the show."

"Who'd you get to do it?" Lasar wonders.

During this time, Deanie has been thinking about her anger over what happened to Kin, and her concern about Keten being a Low-Drive. Suddenly, she speaks up. "I do it," she says.

Nat looks at her in surprise, then nods his head in agreement. So will he.

II

Well. My apologies to those of you who saw the title and thought you were getting something else. On the other hand, this is a family website, after all. Also, it's 1968, and even though this is British television, they're not that far advanced from us. At any rate, aside from one tasteful nude (and seen from the side, at that), we've seen all we're going to see of sex in "The Year of the Sex Olympics."

Speaking of sex, though, worrying about overpopulation was quite the fad in the mid-60s (and continues to this day), thanks in part to the book The Population Bomb, published in 1968—the same year as "The Year of the Sex Olympics"—by Paul Ehrlich (a perennial doomsayer; besides overpopulation, he's also issued apocalyptic warnings about environmentalism, climate change, disease, and, for all I know, Girl Scout cookies, none of which have come true) and Anne Howard Ehrlich. While the use of pornography as a form of both birth control and dehumanization was not, at least as far as I know, one of Ehrlich's suggestions, it was, in fact, another prescient warning in "Sex Olympics."

For some time, researchers have linked pornography intake to decreased sex drive. A particularly appalling study by the Naval Medical Center of San Diego finds disturbing, if unsurprising, correlations between Internet pornography and low sexual desire. "When a user has conditioned his sexual arousal to Internet pornography," the report states, "sex with desired real partners may register as 'not meeting expectations'." The study goes on to suggest that "the younger the age at which men first began regular use of Internet pornography, and the greater their preference for it over partnered sex, the less enjoyment they report from partnered sex, and the higher their current Internet pornography use."

The key word here, I think, is "conditioned," for just as the subjects of the NMC study had conditioned their sexual arousal to porn, the world of the Sex Olympics has conditioned viewers to prefer porn to actual sex. When Ugo uses the word "pornography" in conversation, Nat doesn't even know what the word means. And why should he? Pornography denotes an abnormality, a taboo, a negative connotation. And in a world without taboos, without restrictions, what does one need with such a word? It is, after all, just sex—no differentiation required.

Chesterton famously said that "When men choose not to believe in God, they do not thereafter believe in nothing, they then become capable of believing in anything." And so it is here. Anything goes—as long as it keeps the audience's interest. It is, as Ugo says, "the sheer power of watching."

III

The arrangements have been made, and the place has been chosen: "We ran over two thousand islands," Ugo tells Nat and Deanie. "This one came out best."* It's not too warm or easy, not too cold or harsh. The land can be used for growing crops, and fish are available from the nearby ocean. They'll be given enough food to start them off, seed for growing, warm clothing to protect them from the cold, and instructions on how to live. Their cabin has been prepared and wired for the cameras.

*The real-life Isle of Man, though the show doesn't identify it as such.   

At first Keten is reluctant to accompany Nat and Deanie; Nat has been a stranger to her during her life, and she's afraid she'd being taken to live with the Low-Drives, but Deanie reassures her that the three of them are going to live together; "We be something called a family," she tells her. "You and me and Nat Mender. We go a long way."

Nat's former assistant Lasar Opie is the producer "It goes out on a special channel, non-stop," he tells them. "We call it The Live-Life Show."

"We see you all the time," Ugo adds, "but you'll not see us."

Ugo warns them that it won't be easy; they may think they're escaping their problems, but they'll encounter others in their place. "Listen," he asks Nat. "You hear?" When Nat tells him he doesn't hear anything, Ugo tells him that's the point. "You don't hear it because you never not heard it, and the standard smell you don't smell it, but out there it's terrible. Know what I did? I cried. Sat and cried for that smell and noise from the shelter."

And so, with a musical fanfare, The Live-Life Show begins. A helicopter swoops in to give the viewers a look at where Nat, Deanie, and Keten will be living. Lasar and Ugo watch expectantly in Control. The three enter the house. The helicopter leaves them alone.

Nat, Deanie and Keten
Keten is immediately disoriented; she has never seen the outdoors before, and can't understand. She thinks the snow is grass, and that the window is a television screen. "Look at the screen. Mini screen. They all funny." Nat explains to her that it's not a screen; that everything she's seeing out there is real. But he doesn't have the words to tell her what to call them. "Sort of holes to look out. They called—I don't know."

They listen to recorded instructions on such simple tasks as how to start a fire and keep it burning; Deanie reaches out to touch the flame, then jerks back in pain, but she reassures Nat that it doesn't hurt much. In Control, Lasar and Ugo look on with satisfaction. "The ratings are good," Lasar says. "Once she touch the flame."

Ugo sits back, pleased. "Yes, I think we really got a show."

As life continues on the island, Nat, Deanie, and Keten continue to wonder at what they experience: the noise of the wind outside, the water running down toward the ocean, plants beginning to grow. They stand at the edge of a cliff, small in significance compared to nature, looking out at the ocean as gulls fly overhead. And then, returning to their home, they find, to their amazement, two people waiting inside for them: a darkly sinister man named Grels (George Murcell) and his woman, Betty (Hira Talfrey). This was definitely not part of the deal.

Grels explains that he and Betty live on the other side of the island, and that they saw Nat, Deanie, and Katan arrive. Introductions are exchanged, and Grels offers to help them get gull eggs and fish, and to climb down the rocks to get crabs. After they leave, Nat, feeling deceived by the presence of others on the island, shouts at the camera. "You in Output! Lasar Opie. Anybody. We made a deal! You trick on this I do it too. I can smash this unit, stop the show. Now! You hear?"

In Control, Ugo looks at Lasar with a puzzled expression. "Who this man Grels?"

Lasar hands him a file, which Ugo scans. As he finishes, he looks back at Lasar. "We made a deal," he reminds him. "No interference."

"No interference," Lasar tells him confidently. "Just a bit of scene-setting." When Ugo asks him if that's all he's done, Lasar shrugs. "It's a show. Something's got to happen."

The next day, Deanie confides to Nat that she's sure they're being watched, and not just by the television audience. Someone is out there, she says. "Moving across and then back. Not the sheep." Not only that, but Katyn has a wound from falling against a wall while she was playing outside. "It was all open. I got some things some thread to fasten it together what do you think?"

Too much is happening. First, the two strangers, then the possibility they're being watched, and now Katyn's hurt herself. Nat snaps, and smashes the television camera. Lasar switches to a secondary camera, one they hadn't told Nat and Deanie about. "If he finds the others our head is going to hurt." Ugo warns.

"They think the show's over," Lasar says knowingly. "Now it gets real super king, Coordinator. The audience," he adds. "They did laugh."

The next morning Deanie opens the door and screams—Grels is sitting there in the doorway. He tells them that Betty is gone. "Maybe she fell down the rocks," he tells them. "You can easy fall down the rocks." Neither Deanie nor Nat are convinced, though; both agree that Grels is somehow responsible for Betty's disappearance, and they become increasingly uneasy about him. And for good reason; unknown to them, Grels is a psycho killer who murdered his girl 12 years ago and was put in exile as punishment. His inclusion on the island is Lasar's "super king" surprise.

Meanwhile, Keten's wound has become swollen and infected; Deanie blames Nat for having smashed the camera—otherwise, he could have asked Output for help. "If you let them watch and see in the answers and they gotta help. But you bust it. You did it. You did it! You you you did it!" Of course, in Output they can see what's going on. "In old days," Lasar says to Ugo, "I think they called that despair. Right?" Keten's continuing deterioration has raised the ratings even more, and Lasar blandly notes, "We've seen fear and anger, worry and pain and so on. Soon I think one called grief."

By morning, Keten is dead. Nat sits despondently, looking at her doll. "Her closest thing. I gotta look at this a lot. Until I get the feel she had and maybe I get what was in her head." Deanie embraces him, and assures him they will have more children. In Output, Lasar looks approvingly at the audience laughing uproariously at the action. "You look happy, my pals!" he says to the screen.

Ugo looks at him angrily. "Why you do this? Why?"

"Do?" Lasar responds. "That's what they need. What they want. What they gotta have."

Now, we see Nat and Deanie burying Keten; Nat puts a crude marker at the head of the grave. As they stand there silently, the wind blowing, they hear something, a tumble of rock, a crunch of stone. Someone is there. Nat takes the ax while Deanie makes her way back to the house. As she enters, she lets out a scream, then the door shuts behind her. Grels was inside, waiting for her.

Nat races back to the house, while Deanie's screams fill the air. In Output, Lasar and Ugo watch intently, while the audience in Apathy Control laughs uncontrollably, tears running down their cheeks. Nat finally breaks down the door, sees Grels assaulting Deanie, and pulls him off and savagely beats him to a bloody pulp, dead. He then kneels down and takes Deanie's dead body in his arms. Holding her, he screams in agony.

In Output, the mood is triumphant. Everyone is cheering, shaking Lasar's hand and clapping him on the back, and the audience is ecstatic. As Lasar accepts the plaudits of the crowd, Ugo looks on in horror at what has happened—broken by Lasar, broken by what has happened. "Look at him!" he shouts into the din of the celebration, unheard by the others. "He's alive! He's alive!" Even though Lasar has manipulated everything to crush Nat, he has managed to survive.

As the coverage concludes, we hear the announcer's voiceover. "So ends the first edition of our new show, The Live-Life Show. Soon be others, bobbies and curries, soon be more for you. And now over to Sportsex to see trials of new talent for this year's Sex Olympics."

IV

Nigel Kneale was already one of British television's most prolific writers when he wrote "The Year of the Sex Olympics." His best-known works, popular to this day, are probably his science fiction serials featuring the heroic scientist Professor Bernard Quatermass, who helped save Earth from various alien threats. In his obituary of Kneale, the writer and actor Mark Gatiss described him as "the man who saw tomorrow," while Hammer Film Productions, for which Kneale worked several times, called him "one of the most influential writers of the 20th century."

You might recognize Kneale's name from elsewhere in this series; back in 1954, Kneale had written the teleplay for the BBC's adaptation of Orwell's 1984; as one critic noted, there is an obvious direct line of descent from 1984 to "The Year of the Sex Olympics." (I'd like to think that, privately, Kneale thought of "Sex Olympics" as taking place in 1984; it was, after all, an Olympic year.) He'd also done (never-produced) adaptations of Aldous Huxley's Brave New World and William Golding's Lord of the Flies, so temperamentally, he was well-suited to write a story like this.

Kneale had an animus for aspects of the counterculture that makes "The Year of the Sex Olympics" a good match with Marya Mannes' They. "I didn't like the Sixties at all because of the whole thing of 'let it all hang out' and let's stop thinking, which was the all too frequent theme of the Sixties which I hated." Of the permissive, taboo-free hippy subculture, he said, "Inhibitions are like the bones in a creature. You pull all the bones out and you get a floppy jelly."

The play aired on BBC2 on July 29, 1968. Although reviews were favorable—Sean Day-Lewis*, writing in The Daily Telegraph, praised "Sex Olympics" as a "highly original play written with great force and making as many valid points about the dangers of the future as any science fiction I can remember—including 1984!"—it was less successful with the 1.5 million viewers who watched it that night, many of whom found it "impenetrable."

*Daniel Day-Lewis’s half-brother.

Impenetrable—that's an interesting word to use when describing "Sex Olympics," don't you think? It must be far less impenetrable to us today, for we live in the future which that foretold; we're more likely to think of it as "far-reaching" or "prophetic." But can you actually appreciate something as truly prophetic while you're watching it, or does it only attain that status after history has proven it right? And if that is the case—if you need distance to be able to appreciate it—then how could it not be impenetrable to most viewers? As Bishop Fulton Sheen once said, "men do not want to believe their own times are wicked." In their willful ignorance, they reject the clouds signaling the coming storm; they are "unconscious of the destructive processes going on." The shock of "Sex Olympics" on first viewing is that it presents such a grotesque vision of the future as to be unthinkable; the shock of viewing it today is that it's all come true.

V

When Mark Gatiss saw the reality show Big Brother for the first time, he shouted, "Don't they know what they're doing? It's 'The Year of the Sex Olympics'!" He meant it as a takedown of Big Brother, while praising Kneale for his foresight; in doing so, Gatiss pointed out the obvious: "Yesterday's satire is today's reality. Or today's reality TV."

In Kneale's vision, reality television is the ultimate form of Lowest Common Denominator programming, intended to pacify the population, to provide them with a "vicarious society"—one in which, in Ugo's words, "the audience would make due with that in place of the real thing, take all experiences secondhand, just sit watching calmly and quietly." They would derive their amusement, their entertainment, from the foibles and troubles of others, taking satisfaction that it wasn't happening to them, debasing themselves through their passive acceptance of the humiliation of others.

Now, the idea of using mass media to keep the populace distracted and submissive isn't a new one; Juvenal used the phrase "bread and circuses" in 100 B.C. As Neil Postman notes in Amusing Ourselves to Death, "Tyrants of all varieties have always known about the value of providing the masses with amusements as a means of pacifying discontent. But most of them could not have even hoped for a situation in which the Masses would ignore that which does not amuse."

In "Sex Olympics," the vehicle used to measure such amusement is Apathy Control, and one of the most powerful moments occurs when the artist Kin Harder falls to his death near the end of part one. The image of Harder's twisted, bleeding body, juxtaposed with the laughter from the audience. Ugo immediately understands this as another Great Breakthrough, the "fruit slip" moment they needed to engage the audience. “You heard it. The classic laugh. The fruit skin. Did not expect it. It happened. I'm glad it's not them. Jumbo relief. Jumbo laugh in all areas."

In other words, it's the horror of cashing in on other people's misery, whether it be the Audience Sampler howling with delight, or the mercenary High-Drives willing to exploit that misery in order to further pacify the masses. But what does it say about the masses who so willingly accept this form of entertainment, who find their pleasure in the pain of others? What does it say about us?

First, and most obvious, it says that we can be a cruel and heartless bunch. As Lasar Opie notes, the audience enjoy pain and suffering because "it not happen to them." We hardly need to be reminded of that, though; most of us experience it often enough every day. There's something else, though, something more subtle and more sinister: the complacence that results from such pacification. "The perfect dictatorship," Aldous Huxley wrote in 1931, "would have the appearance of a democracy, but would basically be a prison without walls in which the prisoners would not even dream of escaping. It would be a system of slavery where, through consumption and entertainment, the slaves would love their servitudes."

VI

How many times in this series we've encountered the word, and how much trouble we've seen as a result of it: Fear of invasion from outer space ("The Architects of Fear"), fear of the unknown ("The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street"), fear of individuality ("Number 12 Looks Just Like You"), and fear of free thinking ("The Obsolete Man"). Who knows if any of the fears in "The Year of the Sex Olympics" are genuine, or if they're all part of some gigantic PSYOP being perpetrated by someone pulling all the strings, something to distract you from what's really going on, while the powerful get more powerful. What we do know is that fear is at the heart of everything that happens; it motivates every action, drives every response, and can be summed up with one word: tension.

Kin Hodder strives to reach people through his pictures, to make them think, "make them hurt." But that can't be allowed, that would cause tension and we all know what that means. Nat struggles to find the words to explain to Ugo what he sees in Kin's pictures; "Where they go, coordinator? Why they go, all those words?" And Ugo tells him where they went. "People didn't need them, Nat. They got out of having the thoughts and the words went too." Bad thoughts, don't you see? Tension.

We know that wars no longer exist in this world; Nat doesn't even know what the word means, and Ugo has to explain it to him. "A war is a kind of tension," like riots and other crises. But now things are different, Ugo says with satisfaction. "Everything got tried then, bombs and books and prayers, and love, the last of the politics. It all added up to tension." And so the tension had to be diffused, the audience needed to be cooled. "No more tensions, nothing, just cool," Ugo says. "It's what the world needed. Just to call a big halt. No more progress. It was done kindly, not by lasering fetuses, chemical conditioning, electrodes, no, none of that. It was no threats. No, no, just by gentle discouragement. It's meant to cancel. Another world, having a rest, Nat. All of them out there waiting. You know what they are? A huge reservoir of genes. Huge genetic stockpile just waiting until it's safe to go on again."

Just waiting until it's safe again, to "give humanity a chance to survive a million years, to draw level with the least successful dinosaurs." But who decides such things? The experts, the Centers for Disease Control, the World Health Organization, the World Economic Forum? The presidents, the prime ministers, the governors? The billionaires, the corporate leaders of Big Business, Big Pharma, Big Media, deciding what you see and hear and consume? For they are the ones who are today's High-Drives, and let's be honest: what motive do they have to ease up on the fear, to tell that it's safe again?

And what do the High-Drives fear? The ultimate: the loss of power. It's never specified what percentage of the population consists of High-Drives, but we can tell it's a fairly small number. Let's say—just for the sake of argument, you understand—that the High-Drives make up one percent. Easy enough to remember. That leaves 99 percent of the population, and it's easy enough to keep them pacified with their television, right? After all, the Low-Drives don't make the rules, don't change things, don't decide what's what. The very meaning of the word prohibits it.

"The Year of the Sex Olympics" is a horrifying vision of the future, and a depressing one; depressing because so much of it has already come true. If you need further evidence, look at the passivity with which we accepted the restrictions of freedom in 2021 and 2022. Hell, some of us even wanted to go further! And yet we gave in, without a fight. We were too busy sitting "calmly and quietly," enjoying our screen addictions, investing in our reality television, monitoring what other people could or could not say, dehumanizing ourselves without them doing it to us.

Huxley understood that slavery is the very essence of passivity. And pacified people don't create problems, do they? TV