MAIL CALL

Nothing draws mail like a dismissal of pro wrestling as a form of artistic expression or a criticism of Wal-Mart. A reader writes:

Jan, Jan, Jan -- How can someone as bright as you fail to appreciate the cultural significance of professional wrestling? This head-in-the-sand attitude is what allowed Bush to be elected president. People didn't take him seriously, thought he was too damn stupid to be elected and then the next thing we know, we've got John Ashcroft and the Patriot Act and disappearing WMD's.

Vince McMahon, (President of World Wrestling Federation), says of his bouts, and I will paraphrase here because I don't have the quote in front of me, that he doesn't stage sporting events, he makes movies.

Professional wrestling is all about the story line. The characters develop over time, sort of like a novel, (but with very large characters who wear odd costumes). Professional wrestling presentations explore relationships, choices and consequences, sort of like Hamlet but louder and cruder.

Professional wrestling is most like a soap opera. The plots are no more outlandish than those found in All My Children or General Hospital. The characters no less believable.

Can you watch a wide receiver for New Orleans make a cell phone call from the end zone after a touchdown and find no comparison in professional wrestling?

Quick ... Why do you like Green Bay's Brett Favre? Isn't it because he is everyman and because he plays hurt and because he has heart? What about Mick, "Mankind," Foley? He is everyman, it's part of his name. Nobody takes more lumps or wrestles hurt more frequently than Mick Foley.

Is "The Rock" really that different from the Dolphin's middle linebacker Zack Thomas? The Rock played middle linebacker at the University of Miami back in the mid '90s until he blew out his knee. Would you contend that NBA all-star Dennis Rodman had no comparable character within the world of professional wrestling? Jesse, "the Body," Ventura was elected governor of Minnesota.

Please understand that I do not care for, nor do I habitually watch, professional wrestling. I do not care for, nor do I habitually watch football or basketball or baseball or hockey. I do believe, however, that Vince McMahon understands the appeal of "sporting events."

People watch these events who haven't a clue about the details of the play. They watch to see the spectacle, the cheerleaders and the occasional injury. McMahon simply distills the experience and gives it to the viewer without the distraction of balls or cars and calls it "sports entertainment." It is the wave of the future and it must be understood.

Do you remember the XFL? Its fundamental concept was not wrong, it was merely ahead of its time. Launched in conjunction with the NFL rather than in competition, the idea will fly. You will see the basic concepts of the XFL, (sexier cheerleaders, no fair catch, rules that encourage hard hits and big yardage gains), again.

Muhammad Ali understood the appeal of professional wrestling. He patterned himself after a pro wrestler named "Gorgeous George." So did Dusty, "The American Dream," Rhodes, Jake, "The Snake," Roberts, and every professional boxer in the last 30 years.

Why is this important? Because low art displaces high art and sponsorship follows the demographics. Does ChevronTexaco's abandonment of the radio broadcasts of the Metropolitan Opera open the door for them to sponsor Smack Down? Stranger things have happened. When movies were first released, they were crude and were considered low-brow entertainment. Educated people preferred "the theatuh."

Eventually, economics prevailed and movies became more literate. More important, however, is the fact that the theater changed as well. Plays became more like the movies with which they were forced to compete for dollars. The film industry recognized the tastes and needs of the common man and presented a product to appeal to those tastes and needs.

The theater was forced to change and to become more like the movies in order to remain relevant, not to mention economically viable.

Here's a reasoned objection to criticizing of Wal-Mart, but no such luck from this reader, who writes:

Wal-Mart doesn't use union workers or pay a living wage? How many similar employers do? Does K-Mart? Target? Do regional and national grocery store chains? And hasn't McDonalds' caused a lot of family owned restaurants to close?

The real reason why you and your lefty pals hate Wal-Mart is that they are run by a conservative, politically active family and that the Waltons OCCASSIONALLY allow their conservative beliefs to influence how they run their company. So Wal-Mart sells GUNS and BULLETS and DOESN'T SELL MAXIM! THE HORROR! So people who want to legally own guns shouldn't be sold them, but parents who don't want their 11-year-old boys (or girls) to look at semi-nude women while they are in the checkout line should be forced to?

The left does not care about small town economies because you sneer at them as rubes and rednecks. That is reflected in the "entertainment" that Hollywood is putting out these days. "Sling Blade?" "The Gift?" "A Simple Plan?" "Monster's Ball?" Basically any Billy Bob Thornton movie?

The New York Times (your house organ) not long ago ran an editorial that asked that why can't small town America just DIE already, and it routinely rails against farm subsidies, as if that wouldn't hurt small town economies.

Remember the "welfare farmer" refrain that even Garry Trudeau started running in his scripts? Wondering why are we sending all that money to Iowa for ethanol when it could pay for childcare and job training for thousands of urban teen mothers, eh? Not that I am against child care and job training, I just hate the hypocrisy.

Phew!! As Elmer Fudd once said to Bugs Bunny: "Golly, Mr. Wabbit. I hope I didn't hurt ya too much when I killed ya."

December 19, 2003 10:31 AM |

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'WILD SIDE' STILL ROCKS 

Nelson Algren was one of the great American authors of the 20th century, it is no exaggeration to say, and among the most neglected. Consider his underrated classic, "A Walk on the Wild Side." The title -- popularized and co-opted as an idiomatic phrase by Hollywood and Madison Avenue (institutions Algren loathed) -- is familiar to most anyone who speaks English or knows Lou Reed's lyrics. But the novel itself? Hardly.

BUSTER KEATON REVISITED 
Buster Keaton: Tempest in a Flat Hat is not a biography. "This book is merely a fan's notes," Edward McPherson writes in the introduction, although his publisher ignores the disclaimer and calls it a biography on the cover. In fact, the book is a bit of both, a difficult combination to bring off unless you're David Thomson, who set the standard with Rosebud, his penetrating rumination on the life and career of Orson Welles, which was nothing if not a distillation of every obsessive thought he ever had about the myth and the man and all his movies.
LAUREN BACALL, STILL SALTY AT 80 
When Lauren Bacall writes that her singing voice ranges "somewhere between B minus sharp and outer space," she's being candid and funny. It's not every stage star with two Tony Awards for best actress in a musical whose vocal talent offers so little promise. (OK, Harvey Fierstein excepted.) Still less would one admit it.
THE STARS ACCORDING TO BOGDANOVICH 
Peter Bogdanovich's superb collection of movie-star profiles and interviews -- a sequel to Who the Devil Made It, his interviews of top film directors -- begins with an affectionate tale about Orson Welles that reminds us just how intimate the author's connection to Hollywood's greatest has been. But contrary to what we've come to expect from dime-a-dozen celebrities and celebrity interviews not worth two cents, the tale avoids bromidic egotism and journalistic platitudes.
HERMAN WOUK'S LATEST 
It's hard to say which comes off worse in Herman Wouk's latest novel, his first in a decade: the U.S. Congress or the American press. "A Hole in Texas" offers the choice between two emblematic stereotypes: a red-faced opportunist who heads the House Armed Services Committee and a mustachioed investigative reporter for the Washington Post.
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