I was having
a conversation yesterday with a friend who had just started watching the first
season of True Detective, and he told
me that, to his mind, the show was getting by on two things: the obvious
strength of the lead performances and the direction. This is not a novel
observation. Nic Pizzolato’s prose occasionally made me think of the Hindenburg.
As long as it was precisely contained within the structure provided by Woody Harrelson,
Matthew McConaughey, and Cary Fukunaga it was the smoothest and most elegant
way to travel, but even the tiniest slip, the smallest unintended spark, and
the whole edifice immediately would have gone from majestic to farcical.
Watching True Detective’s first
season was a like watching Philippe Petit’s 1974 tightrope walk between the
Twin Towers of the World Trade Center, you could only hope that skill in
execution would override absurdity in conception.
And it is
the execution that I want to think about a little more. It has become trendy,
recently, to think about television as a cinematic medium, and to note the way
that TV production is taking advantage of more complex visual vocabularies that
were previously possible only in feature films. To be a TV director is no
longer a title worthy of condescension from those in the know. Some of the best
talent is either emerging from television (Michelle MacLaren, Adam Bernstein,
Alex Graves, and Miguel Sapochnik), or turning to television as a place where
their vision can be realized free from the constraints of the feature film
market (Jane Campion, Steven Soderbergh, Rian Johnson, or the aforementioned
Fukunaga). The result, in the last several years, has been some extra-ordinary
small screen moments. Over the next five days, I’d like to take a look at five
of my favorites.
So, without
further ado, here is the first of Dave’s top five cinematic television moments:
There are a
number of flashier moments from The Knick,
Steven Soderbergh’s pet project for Cinemax, which could have made this list. I
picked the scene above for two related reasons. First, it isn’t focused on any
kind of intense action. It is just a conversation between three men about the
medical problem of the fourth (moaning) man. Second, because despite the
mundane nature of the scene Soderbergh does not elect for the traditional
television formula for how a scene like this one. Normal television procedure
would be to use a series of shot/reverse shot cuts designed to focus on each
speaker as they spoke. Instead, the camera maintains a close-up on Clive Owen
(alternating between a standard close up from the shoulders up, extreme close
up of just his face, and medium close up of his upper body) and moves around
the conversation, establishing each character’s location in space relevant to
Owen through a series of incidental two shots (momentarily framing Owen and one
of the other characters in frame before continuing to rotate). The visual
fixation on Owen’s character, who is, spoiler immediately pending, experiencing
cocaine withdrawal shifts the narrative center of the scene from the medical
question—whether or not the moaning man requires surgery—to the more
significant question of whether or not Owen is in any condition to operate.
That this kind of attention went into such a minor scene is, frankly, a
miracle.
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