Conversely when I think about the past decade to fifteen years I dont have that feeling. I remember stories that more often than not insulted my intelligence, had me screaming at the set because of their blatant disregard for even the most rudimentary sense of reason, for dare I say plausibility. I can remember one dimensional, outlandish villains portrayed by actors who’s performances were so over the top that when I dared to peek in on their stories I usually found myself laughing at the obsurdity of it all. Yes even through those lean years there were a group of outstanding performers like Erika Slezak, Robert S Woods, Robin Strasser, Hillary B. Smith, Kassie DaPiva, John Loprino, Phill Carey, Clint Riche, Roger Howarth, Trevor St. John, Florenzia Toscano, etc.
But still when I think about this period I dont see a show that stuck to Agnes Nixon’s original vision. Her vision was to use the intimacy of the daytime serial medium to entertain and to also educate. Her original stories broke new ground and opened dialogue on once taboo issues bringing them front and center in the American conversation. But unfortunately the One Life to Live that just left the air is not the same One Life to Live where Carla Grey , an African American character attempted to pass as a white woman. It’s not the same One Life where Judith Light shook America with her brilliant portrayal of a sexually addicted suburban housewife prostitute. It’s not the same One Life where Reverend Carpenter stood up against Religious Bigotry, self righteousness and intolerance when he counseled gay teen Billy Douglas ( brilliantly portrayed by then new comber Ryan Phillipe). This story ended with Rev. Carpenter adding a panel to the AIDS Memorial Quilt to memorialize his dead brother.
Over the years I see that all daytime serials have at times strayed into a bizarre malaise of ridiculous story lines that require far too much suspension of disbelief., softcore porn love scenes that at times border indecency and perhaps worse of all apathy. The networks, the executive and indeed the fans no longer care about creating a quality product. After all “it’s just a soap opera!” To me that is the biggest tragedy of all and its the ultimate insult to creators like Agnes Nixon and Irna Phillips who broke ground in their own lives by becoming strong, successful business women at a time when women were not respected and their creative input into entertainment was circumspect. Today many of the remaining viewers see daytime serials as an escape to a world of lust, implausible plots and “fun.” But what happened to Agnes vision? The other day I heard her say that when creating stories her desire was to entertain and take viewers on an adventure but her foremost desire was to make her stories believable.
Unfortunately many of the convoluted tales that I watched during the last six months of One Life to Live were anything but believable. I would hate to tell her how I cringed at the recent tale of Jessica’s ridiculous alters, the horrible over the top performances of gifted actors like Roscoe Born as he hammed his way through another incarnation of the cartoonish Mitch Williams, the forgettable drivel of Alison Perkins, the completely wasted talents of Jill Larson as psycho Ursella, the painfully horrible actress who portrayed Margret Cochran. I could go on, but most of the devoted fans would just say, but that’s what a soap is and that’s the tragedy again. All my life I have watched this genre and I dreamed of some day creating my own serial. I have always had high hopes for the genre and like Agnes I saw it as an incredibly viable medium for compelling drama, social relevance and entertainment.
And like I said there have been so many moments that have made me proud. But unfortunately in the push for ratings there have been far too many stories of which as a viewer and devote of the genre I am not proud. Those stories would include Eterna The underground city, Time traveling back to 1968, The Stacy/Gigi Doppelganger, The shirtless Chip N Fords, Lindsey Vs Nora and the mind erasing drug, Unfortunately over the pas 40 yrs serials have degenerated and lost their way. And fans have been so used to sub standard prurient fare that they dont know any better. And in my opinion this has been a major contributing factor to the demise of soap opera. Fans are content with mind numbing drivel. They want to escape. They want to sit down in front of “the idiot box” ( my elementary school teacher used to call TV that and for some its an apt description unfortunately) and veg out. They no longer want to be challenged with new ideas, or for God sake to learn. The want to be ‘entertained.” But since when did being entertained and being educated, informed and enlightened all become mutually exclusive.
I remember ground breaking shows Like All In The Family that challenged viewers perceptions every week while still being side-splittingly funny and entertaining every day. But in today’s culture we’ve been so conditioned to like junk food that we’ve forgotten the pleasure of a well balanced meal. As I ponder the death of One Life to Live I find myself realizing another fact. At this point because of the decline in quality so many of the former audience for serial programming have disappeared. I think like me many have become weary of shows that marginalize their veteran actors for younger half naked sexier ones, recycle the most cliche’d mind numbing plots and insult the audience intelligence repeatedly. The terrible ratings numbers show that. And I don’t think it’s just because people are busy in the afternoon. I believe the decline in quality has driven the audience away and they no longer see many of these shows as worth the time and investment anymore.
That is the ultimate tragedy because the genre is still a viable medium to tell relevant, entertaining and thought provoking stories. But the creativity, the vision and the drive to break new ground is lacking among the producers and network executives today. The focus of the broadcast entertainment industry today is to cut cost, to make money by any means necessary. The view that scripted television is an art and a science is all but gone today.
As a lifelong creative writer who plans on going to school for television writing within the next year I see that as a shame. Despite the many ways that both her shows fell off track over their lifetimes I still admire, respect and love the talented, insightful and immensely creative Agnes Nixon. I also hope that in the future she can regain the rights to both her works and possibly rebroadcast them and restore them to her original vision once again. But until that day I will end this post with an inspiring quote from one of Agnes’s talented acting discoveries, the incomparable Erika Slezak. I think the entire entertainment industry should adhere to this philosophy.
“Try to make it art, everyday!”
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