Taibbi Done at RS - Off to First Look Media

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if you haven't seen it, let me recommend taibbi's first interview on the colbert show. it was in 2005 and he was a polital reporter who had interviewed john kerry in a viking costume [him, not kerry], a step up from the gorilla suit he'd worn earlier in the campaign.

http://www.colbertnation.com/the-col...05/matt-taibbi

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i think the announcement makes clear that taibbi will be running/editing/curating a site of his own, not be joining the crew at the intercept. why are most comments here assuming he's going to be at greenwald's operation?

[dcarrigg]

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Is there anything a rich person who likes freedom can do that you wouldn't assume is some kind of sinister conspiracy?

Yeah. Three things. 1) Leave me alone, 2) Stop trying to control the public agenda, 3) Stop trying to legislate yourself tax breaks at my and my family's expense.

The points you make seem downright comical to me:

Cool. I hope the laugh was good. No use going through point-for-point. You took everything out of context.

I mean, honestly, what do you want from the guy?

I don't want a damn thing from him. I was wondering what was good for Taibbi.

[don]

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even from the bowels of Hollywood, comes something of merit . . . .

In the closing chapter of “Mad as Hell” — informatively subtitled “The Making of ‘Network’ and the Fateful Vision of the Angriest Man in Movies” — Dave Itzkoff lays out how the American media has become even more Chayefskyian in the decades since Paddy Chayefsky, the angry man in question, wrote his crazed, perceptive, unwieldy, galvanizing satiric fantasia set in the world of network television news.

Yet Mr. Itzkoff, a culture reporter for The New York Times, doesn’t go far enough. How could he? Between the time the covers were glued on his lively and terrifically detailed account and this very minute, the media world has become more Chayefskyian still.

Rachel Maddow, a real-life, crusading left-wing journalist, now appears as Rachel Maddow in an episode of the snake-pit Netflix drama “House of Cards,” about a scheming, fictional politician. The giant cable company Comcast plans to acquire the giant Time Warner Cable to create an earth-stomping commercial behemoth. Jeff Zucker, the president of CNN Worldwide, now announces that he wants more reality programming, more of “an attitude and a take,” “more shows and less newscasts” on the Cable News Network.

These times confirm the pinwheeling visions of Howard Beale, the anchorman and “mad prophet of the airwaves” in “Network.” If, when the movie was first released, the words Mr. Chayefsky put into Beale’s mouth were considered outrageous, today they sound eminently sane.

“Right now,” proclaims Peter Finch as Beale, “there is a whole, an entire generation that never knew anything that didn’t come out of this tube. This tube is the gospel, the ultimate revelation; this tube can make or break presidents, popes, prime ministers; this tube is the most awesome goddamn force in the whole godless world, and woe is us if it ever falls into the hands of the wrong people!”

“Right now” was when Mr. Chayefsky won the 1976 screenwriting Oscar for his howl against cutthroat network executives and sheeplike viewers, cynical programmers and dumbed-down pop culture, the dual American malaise of infectious personal apathy and metastasizing corporate greed. Not that his howl was universally well received at the time. Mr. Itzkoff’s narrative is thorough yet brisk as he catalogs the good and the bad that befell Mr. Chayefsky and his passion project. It is fortified with vivid anecdotes pulled from generous access to the Paddy Chayefsky papers at the New York Public Library for the Performing Arts and to the “Network” script supervisor Kay Chapin’s observant production diary. Among the many interviews conducted, those with the screenwriter’s son, Dan Chayefsky; his longtime producer, Howard Gottfried; and the “Network” cinematographer, Owen Roizman, are particularly illuminating.

The movie stung industry insiders. “Awful,” “just such a caricature,” “simply couldn’t happen,” said Richard S. Salant, then president of CBS News. It also divided critics. “Brilliantly, cruelly funny,” said Vincent Canby in The New York Times; “a mess of a movie,” said Frank Rich, then a movie critic at The New York Post.

Still, it was nominated for 10 Academy Awards, and won four, including Mr. Chayefsky’s for screenwriting. Faye Dunaway won best actress for her performance, both chilling and sizzling, as a ruthless programming executive; Beatrice Straight won best supporting actress for her small but piercing role as an executive’s wronged wife; and the best actor award went, posthumously, to Mr. Finch, who died of a heart attack in January 1977. (The director, Sidney Lumet, lost to John G. Avildsen, who directed “Rocky.”)

But what of it? “Los Angeles did not really suit his temperament,” Mr. Itzkoff says of Mr. Chayefsky; “neither did awards ceremonies, nor did fawning attention.”

Mr. Itzkoff consistently reinforces the book’s title, taken from Beale’s unforgettable meltdown — or is it revelation? — during which he challenged his complacent viewers to “go to the window, open it and stick your head out, and yell, ‘I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ ” He nicely defines the classic Chayefsky hero as someone, he writes, “who has been held back for too long and who explodes with emotion when pushed to his breaking point.”

In this case, the description refers to the title character in “Marty,” the 1955 Oscar-winning teleplay-turned-screenplay about an emotionally stunted 36-year-old Bronx butcher. But it applies just as well to the creator of Marty and Howard Beale, going back to his earliest days as the square-built Sidney Aaron Chayefsky, born in the Bronx in 1923. (The catchy nickname was bestowed in the Army when, during basic training, the young Sidney tried to get out of K.P. duty by saying he had to attend Roman Catholic Mass. “Sure you do, Paddy,” his superior officer said.)

Some of that prickliness was in self-respecting service to his talent, which Mr. Chayefsky was justly proud of; he had rare and absolute creative control over his scripts, and brooked no changes in his famously wordy monologues. (Mr. Finch could make it through the mad-as-hell speech in its entirety only once, and Lumet shot only two takes; the final version uses a portion of each.) Some of that was blunt cantankerousness, and, as Mr. Itzkoff puts it, Mr. Chayefsky’s “familiar, cynical form.” Some of it was no doubt a carapace to protect an artist’s thin skin. He died of cancer in 1981, at the age of 58.

“Mad as Hell” is most engrossing when the focus is on how the work actually got done: how the screenwriter wrote and cut and rewrote; how the director shot and planned the next shot; how the casting was completed; and how the producer, director and screenwriter accommodated their fancy constellation of stars. (An account of the negotiations necessary to produce Ms. Dunaway’s great sex scene with William Holden is irresistible.) And if the emphasis on Mr. Chayefsky’s Chayefskyness occasionally wears thin — yes, yes, we get it, he’s mad as hell! — there is more than enough prescient wisdom tossed off in his notes and drafts and dialogue to absorb the reader.

“The thing about television right now is that it is an indestructible and terrifying giant that is stronger than the government,” Mr. Chayefsky jotted down. “It is possible through television to take a small matter and blow it up to monumental proportions.” That was just a note in an early draft. Preach it!

MAD AS HELL
The Making of ‘Network’ and the Fateful Vision of the Angriest Man in Movies
By Dave Itzkoff
Illustrated. 287 pages. Times Books/Henry Holt & Company. $27.

[Thailandnotes]

Re: Taibbi Done at RS - Off to First Look Media

Shadows of Liberty...documentary on the media

http://www.movie4k.to/Shadows-of-Lib...e-3258939.html

or you can probably find it on Netflix