Except that doesn’t happen very often. Not on TV. Not over multiple seasons.
They say no plan survives contact with the enemy; same thing
goes for television series with multi-season story arcs.
Film scripts begin with the ending. The ending is
king. Everything builds to a carefully crafted climax, which is why they’re
worked out backwards, from the crescendo to plausible beginning. Every
thread, every character’s journey, is carefully crafted and plotted for maximum
emotional impact.
The end state determines the starting position.
The end state determines the starting position.
Ongoing series are the reverse. They have a beginning, but no
end. Titillating confections sprung on audiences before they’re
finished, they need a spectacular start to be green lit. A
great, intriguing concept that will hook viewers is a necessity. But that’s it. Endings are out of scope.
Indeed, show runners hope the end will never arrive, because then they’ll have
to look for a new job. And job searching sucks. Try it.
True, there may be a glimmer of a conclusion in the writer’s
mind, roughly if poignantly imagined. Yet as the show responds to the
audience, the series changes and as it does so, the original concept becomes
less and less relevant. It morphs into something new, shaped by ratings and
feedback.
J'Accuse! The Pretense of Meaning slathered over Nothingness
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Sometimes series are often affected for the better by
audience. Ingenious minor characters can be dialed up, bad ideas dumped.
But this cuts both ways, especially with ambitious shows
that pose a central question or mystery.
Everything in TV is subordinated to ratings, particularly
ambitious, big budget ones: to justify their cost, shows have to keep a certain
number of eyeballs glued to the screen. If necessary, plot, character, and
logic will be thrown under the bus, so long as it keeps the Storytelling
Express going. For television, the end is an afterthought, rather than climax.
Something that the writers never wanted to write, something that the cast never
wanted to play.
Which is why Great Television Show Mysteries often go MIA.
What was The Plan of the Cylons in BSG? Why, the sound of
one hand clapping.
Who needs a plan when you can have the illusion of one? It’s
a lot less work and a lot more malleable. Let the rubes read into it. The pretense of meaning’s more
flexible than the real thing. The suggestion of depth easier to rewrite. Who
wants to get locked in?
Battlestar Galactica and Lost presented us with genuine Koan
TV: mysteries without solutions, plots without endings, content without real
depth.
Losing ratings?
No problem: throw in something nonsensical.
Faeries, for example. In business suits. How’d they get
there? Madness? Magic? Why are they wearing Armani?
Who cares? Let the audience wonder. String the gullible
fools along just long enough to reach the end of the season. Then you can hit
them with something else: flying, sentient potatoes from the far future!
They’ll forget all about the faeries, no explanation necessary.
The showrunners don’t believe the audience have any critical
thinking skills anyway.
BSG started out strong. It expanded the horizon of sci-fi on
TV. Then it began a long, slow descent into irrelevance and luddite loving
fantasy. Faux meaning was slathered on top of illogical plot twists, forcing
retroactive character changes.
You can just hear Ron Moore cackling, “No one will notice!”
Sense was thrown out the window. Themes of the show, such as
the diversity of human views and the impossibility of complete unity were
jettisoned. Complexity vanished. Depth evaporated.
These ongoing, multi-million dollar Koans are filled with
mighty sound and fury signifying only the imminent arrival of a commercial
break.
That’s been true all along for network shows. Yet at least
their less ambitious programming brethren had a beginning, middle, and end.
They reached a destination, provided the audience with answers. Fulfilled the
compact between storyteller and audience. It can be done. Buffy, for example,
wrapped up quite nicely.
Perhaps there is a Buddhist agenda here, and it’s all an
insidious attempt to get us to clear our minds for meditation.
God knows there’s no point in trying to answer a TV show’s
central mystery.
It’s like the secret of the spoon in the Matrix films:
There isn’t one.