The media circus around Howard Dean's exuberant outburst and his role as champion of the millions of citizens who feel disenfranchised and angry with the status quo, reminded me a little of the issues examined in the classic movie Network, which was ahead of its time. So I thought it might be appropriate to provide a few segments of dialogue from the movie.
If you don't know the story, it's about an angry, emotionally distraught t.v. news anchor, Howard Beale, who after suffering through a period of hardships (both professional and personal) is informed that the network news ratings are sinking and they are firing him. With nothing left to lose he announces while on the air that he will kill himself in front of his viewers during his final broadcast. Howard Beale's personal anguish becomes the news and the ratings go through the roof, as he proceeds to use his last moments in the spotlight to tell the truth about how things really work. This is occurring in an environment where corporate owned networks are beginning to view their news divisions as budgetary drains, and truthful, responsible reporting is being sacrificed for tabloid news (entertainment)...which is poised to be its savior of last resort.
Diana (the VP of Programming): We just increased our audience by twenty or thirty million people in one night. Now, you're not gonna get something like this dumped in your lap for the rest of your days, and you can't just piss it away. Howard Beale got up there last night and said what every American feels, that he's tired of all the bulls--t. He's articulating the popular rage. I want that show, Frank. I can turn that show into the biggest smash on television.
Hackett: What do you mean, you want that show? It's a news show. It's not your department.
Diana: I see Howard Beale as a latter-day prophet, a magnificent messianic figure, inveighing against the hypocrisies of our times, a strip Savonarola, Monday through Friday. I tell you, Frank, that could just go through the roof. And I'm talking about a six dollar cost per thousand show! I'm talking about a hundred, a hundred thirty thousand dollar minutes! Do you want to figure out the revenues of a strip show that sells for a hundred thousand bucks a minute? One show like that could pull this whole network right out of the hole! Now, Frank, it's being handed to us on a plate. Let's not blow it!Beale's new found stardom as the angry prophet along with the network's willingness to allow him to openly vent his rage and his Truth, is intoxicating, and he begins to embrace his new role as a messianic figure.
Though Beale's mental condition seems to be highly unstable, bordering on psychotic breakdown more than enlightened prophet, he is nonetheless, tapping into a broader collective emotion that draws viewers.
Beale delivers the nation's battle cry with memorable lines in his rage-filled monologues, as the network executives track the responses:
I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. (shouting) You've got to say, 'I'm a human being, god-dammit! My life has value!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and 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!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!...You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!'
All goes well until Beale, in his zeal, encourages his viewers to turn off their t.v.'s, and then gets far too close to the Truth. Those monologues and the reprimand he gets from the head of the corporation who summons Beale to his office (and lays out the REAL truth of how things work), is the stuff of movie legend. Read portions of the script here or rent the movie:
http://www.filmsite.org/netw.htmlMaybe we should all, at an alotted time, go to OUR windows and express our anger like Howard.
P.S. I'm NOT comparing Dean's exuberant hollers with Beale's psychotic episodes. But the issues regarding Truth, collective anger and the media seemed to link the two.