Thursday, February 28, 2008

This Day in Television History


February 28, 1983 – After 251 episodes and 11 seasons – three times the length of the conflict it depicted—the CBS comedy about the Korean War, M*A*S*H, came to a triumphant end, with a record 125 million viewers watching what became of Dr. Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce and the rest of the 4077th unit.

Eight writers were credited with the script for “Goodbye, Farewell and Amen,” including star-writer-director
Alan Alda (who also directed this episode) and future Judging Amy executive producer, blogger and Roman Catholic convert Karen Hall.

In a way, that reflects the multiple hands that shaped material which began as a novel by Richard Hooker, was adapted by Ring Lardner Jr. into an Oscar-winning screenplay (with extensive improvisation and overlapping dialogue encouraged by director Robert Altman), then developed into a TV series in 1972. Along the way, events set in one Asian conflict served as a not-so-distant mirror of a later one: the Vietnam War.

So much about the show seems not just from another decade, but in TV terms, another lifetime ago:

* It survived first-season ratings so abysmal that nowadays, it wouldn’t have made it past the second episode. (But networks had greater patience then—witness a similar ratings trajectory for Cheers a decade later.)
* It was not just a comedy but, like another ‘70s CBS comic blockbuster, All in the Family, one that challenged censors and stretched notions of the genre (dispensing with the laugh track in operating-room scenes, freely mixing dramatic as well as comic elements, even killing off the beloved Colonel Henry Blake).
* Its massive audience at its denouement could never be repeated today, when cable TV, the Internet, and God-knows-what-other-new media compete with networks for viewers’ attention.

Faithful reader, I have a confession: I have never watched this last episode. At this juncture so many years later, my only guess as to why I missed it 25 years ago is that I was taking a continuing-ed course that night, and without a VCR at the time I couldn’t tape it. But somehow, I have never gotten around to seeing the 2 1/2-hour episode a quarter-century later—not even given the ubiquity of the show in video and DVD formats, not to mention in reruns on one channel or another. (TV Land? Fox? Who knows what else?)

Mea culpa, mea culpa. I’ll rectify this. Someday. Hopefully soon.

Believe it or not, I had two close encounters with two creative forces most closely associated with the show: writer/co-producer
Larry Gelbart and Alda.

The first of the two I saw was Alda. Back when I was still a pup (okay, a teenager), I worked as a page (i.e., student assistant) at my local public library. One day, glancing at the circulation desk, I saw a tall, dark-haired, lean man in his late 30s standing there. I was staggered to recognize Alda, though, in truth, I shouldn’t have been—at the time, he was a resident of the New Jersey town to the immediate south of mine.

Emptying the book bin at the desk before it became too heavy, I encountered an older student assistant whom I knew from my high school. She was practically devouring the star with her eyes. “I can’t believe it!” she said. “It’s Alan Alda!”

Unfortunately for Alda, he was being served not by a star-struck teen who would have expedited his checkout time but by a short, slight, gray-haired Englishwoman with not a clue about his identity. Adjusting her glasses as she stared at the piece of white plastic he’d given her, she finally announced: “Sir, your card has expired!”

Unlike other celebrities given to throwing their weight around under and all circumstances (take a bow, Opray Winfrey, for your
after-hours hissy fit at that exclusive Paris store!), Alda didn’t throw a tantrum or even look a bit irked when the English circ-desk clerk told him this…nor when she sat down at a typewriter and, in her best hunt-and-peck style, created an entirely new card for him…not even when a long line of other patrons waited behind him at the desk, winking and nudging each other about who else was there.

This incident occurred when the show was very close to its creative peak. More and more, particularly when Gelbart departed after the fourth season, Alda took up much of the writing and directing slack. It provided a perfect springboard for similar work by the actor in films, when he seemed to bid fair for a time to become another Woody Allen comic star-writer-director hyphenate with
The Seduction of Joe Tynan and The Four Seasons.

But during this time, M*A*S*H became less like the ribald series I had loved in the first place—hardly a surprise, given that Alda had taken on an increasingly high profile as the prototypical late ‘70s Sensitive New Age Guy. Add to that the restlessness and constant changes in the ensemble cast over the years (blazing a trail that Law and Order would later follow) and you had a series more sanctimonious, more obvious in telegraphing its feelings. (The photo accompanying this blog entry comes, of course, from the series' early incarnation, when Wayne Rogers still played Hawkeye sidekick Trapper John.)

I met Gelbart 10 years ago, at an appearance at Fairleigh Dickinson University in Teaneck, N.J., for his new memoir,
Laughing Matters. A member of the audience asked Gelbart about what had troubled me about the show’s change from its hard-edge early seasons to its softer tones later.

Gelbart admitted that it was not necessarily a direction he would have taken, but by that time it had in effect become Alda’s show and it was his prerogative to do as he wished.

The writer, who time and again that night let loose one outspoken, wildly funny line after another, now seemed to speak more carefully and diplomatically. I sensed that he had major concerns about how the show had changed after his departure, but he was too respectful of Alda’s contributions—and too diplomatic—to give full vent to his opinions on this score.

1 comment:

walshlaw said...

Another Alan Alda close encounter -About the same time that Dame Judi Dench was challenging Alda's borrowing rights at your local library - my wife - with our young children in tow - was securing a shopping cart on a rainy day in the parking lot of the Bridgehampton {Hamptons} Woolco Store {nee Caldor , now KMart} and Alda grabbed the same cart from the shopping cart que. In perfect form - my startled wife braced to confront the as yet unidentified interloping cart thief and defend the rights of shopping moms everywhere. Alda looked up from under his rain - soaked hat and laughed in a self-effacing way at how he had attempted to grab the cart,immediately released his prize and, and graciously offered it to my harried beloved. He appeared to have enjoyed his encounter with the "locals". Nice man and great memories of a truly American original.