Showing posts with label television writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label television writing. Show all posts

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Defending the Indefensible or A Tale of Two Liars

Lee Goldberg has been posting quite a bit about James Strauss, the man who passed himself off as a successful television writer at conferences and today, Lee mentioned how, even though there are multitudes of people who feel duped for trusting James Strauss at conferences and individually with their screenwriting questions, career guidance, and industry educations as well as their hopes, aspirations, and dreams, there are just as many defending James Strauss and lashing out people who have uncovered his cons and criminal convictions.

While this may puzzle a lot of people, it does not surprise me a bit. I've seen it before.

Last year, I wrote an off topic post about Eric Williams, a mild-mannered former attorney and Justice of the Peace in Kaufman County, Texas, prosecuted for stealing some computer equipment from the County and sending office supplies to his private practice on Kaufman County's dime. Later, when the Assistant District Attorney, Mark Hasse, was gunned down on his way into the courthouse and people began pointing fingers at Eric Williams, it was an obvious witch hunt. Even Mike McClelland, the District Attorney, seemed to be out to get poor Eric Williams and vowed on television to catch the slime that murdered Hasse and he made no secret of his opinion that Eric Williams needed to be looked at immediately. Then two months later, Mike McClelland and his wife were shot to death in their home.

The Eric Williams accusations flew. But he had passed a gun residue test. But he had an alibi. But his home had been searched. No way he did this. No way.

Of course he did. You've surmised that by now.

Eric Williams and his wife are now awaiting trial. His wife has confessed and truckloads of evidence have piled up against them including the cars he and his wife drove to commit the murders, the weapons, their clothing, computers, phone records. And, his wife has disclosed even a FOURTH planned murder so horrific the imagination can barely comprehend it. Williams' wife told investigators that he had planned to murder former state district judge, Glen Ashworth, with a crossbow. Williams then planned to cut him open while still alive and set him on fire with homemade napalm. As bizarre as it sounds, it explains the "go bag" investigators found in his storage building. The bag contained a cross bow, hunting knife, napalm, and surgical gear.

Denial. Denial. Denial. Eric Williams' supporters are still in denial. And I totally get it. I do. They cannot reconcile the Eric Williams they know based on the allegations of a bunch of investigators they do not know. And, in the beginning I, too, was in denial and I didn't even know the guy at all! I just couldn't imagine a man -- any man -- murdering a human being over being prosecuted for a minor theft.

But then, a few days after the McLellands were murdered, I saw Eric Williams interviewed on television and he was smirking. SMIRKING! Two more people were dead and he was incapable of expressing sympathy without a Chesire Cat grin on his face. My liar-liar-pants-on-fire-radar went off and I knew this man was guilty. A week later he was in jail.

But Eric Williams is a con. He's a narcissist. He may even be a sociopath. And, he can easily convince people he is who he says he is or who he wants to be. People still believe in him even though he is facing death row for murdering three innocent people. Well, they can believe in him all they want but that does not change the evidence against him.

James Strauss, whom I have never met, may also be all these things. I really do not know. I'm not saying his next step is homicide. I'm just saying that people still defend him and people still believe in him even though they KNOW he is not what he says he is and even though they know he lied to them and even though they KNOW he does not have the screenplay or teleplay chops to be paying him to critique their work. Like Eric Williams, people cannot let go of the James Strauss they know based on the allegations of a lot of people they DO NOT know.

Regardless what things people do or say or the evidence against them, there will always be people who fall on their swords defending the guilty. And, I get it. But it does not change the evidence that James Strauss is not a television writer.




Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

If you don't get that title, don't worry about it. You're young and you won't get my other references in this post either. You probably ought to just move along or get a pencil and be prepared to write down the stuff you'll need to Google.

So here's the break-up. Sort of. It's with Dexter Morgan. Oh yeah. I'm genuinely concerned divorce is on the horizon.

My affair with the Showtime series, Dexter, began when friends kept telling me it was some of the strongest writing on television. I was eventually forced to succumb to peer pressure and experience this phenomenon for myself just so I could participate in the myriad of conversations about theme and character complexities and sub-plots and sub-sub plots and sub-sub-sub plots.

For six seasons, I have been hooked -- hanging on every episode and watching each one several times to make sure I don't miss anything. Yup. A hopeless Dexter-holic. That show was the television writing love of my life. I thought it was flawless. Even when I found a flaw and had one of my lovers' spats with the show, that flaw was explained in a later episode and I was forced to kiss and make up out of sheer awe.

Our relationship was perfect.

But it was too good to last. With the show's final two seasons ahead of us, the romance is over. I'm now stuck in a loveless marriage with this show -- with Dexter. I watch now because I must, not because I want to. I am bound to this show because of unanswered questions and possibilities that I cannot risk missing. But the thrill is gone

WHY??? 

I want to be in love again!

Maybe my fellow viewers aren't there with me but it feels kind of like when Mulder and Scully became a couple on The X-Files and that sexual tension was over. I was over, too. Same think happened on Mork and Mindy, Moonlighting, Boy Meets World, and an abundance of other shows where the chemistry just petered out for me.

Welp. Back to Dexter. What happened here was not sexual tension released when the principals became a couple, but tension that was released when the principals were no longer facing each other from opposite sides of a cavernous gap of a secret. I won't explain the secret (no spoilers here) but if you watch the show you know which wall was torn down. That conflict, once resolved, left me without an ever-present conflict on the back burner, simmering, waiting to erupt and keeping me fearful, excited, and expectant at all times.

Or, there's another possibility. Maybe the show has run its course as all shows eventually do. Maybe I'm burned out the same way you get burned out on a favorite song you've heard one too many times. It's sad when your heart no longer flutters at the sound of the opening instrumentals. 

Journey - Don't Stop Believin'. 

I rest my case.

So, what's the solution here? The writing on Dexter is still solid but instead of the giant claw gripping my chest week after week, year after year, I'm being swatted at by a bunch of little claws. They're thrashing aimlessly at me hoping they'll land one good slap. 

Yeah, "breaking up is hard to do" so not much choice here but to fall back on that favorite song that says "don't stop believin', hold on to that feelin'" and then hope against hope that Dexter and I kiss and make up on Episode 8.