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After
This Commercial Break
by Jesse
Berrett · image by Amanda
Herman
John
Forde's scrappy television show talks back to America's advertisers
[Editor's
note: A correction ran concerning this story; see end
of article.]
The
way he tells it, John Forde has been preparing to jam the media
pretty much all his life. At age four he wondered, How come they
get to deceive us and no one ever challenges them? At age nine
he looked up to kids with enough mouth on them to sass the world.
Reaching voting age in 1976, the year of the first post-Watergate
presidential election, only solidified his commitment to shake
things up. But Forde's public coming-out didn't take place until
the 1991 Super Bowl, when he showed up outside the Metrodome
with a homemade float featuring youth-targeted icon Joe Camel
bragging, "I'm Killing Your Kids!" Children got it instantly,
he remembers, but their parents often looked at him in bewilderment.
As
the wit and economy of that float suggest, Forde might well have
landed directly across the table from where he's put himself.
Gifted with an ad man's nose for PR opportunities and a talking
head's sense of ambition, Forde wants to make himself a crusader
against advertising, a public intellectual who can counter the
reign of pitchmen and spokeswomen. And his television creation, Mental
Engineering, shot and produced in St. Paul and airing in
major markets around the nation, represents a first step in that
mission.
The
program is an unabashedly brainy half-hour, with Forde and his
four guests riffing on, criticizing, and mocking the best efforts
of America's advertising agencies. On one episode alone, University
of Minnesota professor Leola Johnson remarks that one spot for
birth-control pills "makes me want to go to a nunnery"; Star
Tribune columnist Kristin Tillotson compares an IBM ad to
Aldous Huxley's dystopian Brave New World; and comic
Tim Mitchell makes merciless fun of the meaningless Diet Coke
tagline "Live Your Life." "What choice do you have?!" he wonders. "Live
your death?" On
this and other episodes, terms like Orwellian and Machiavellian are
frequently tossed around by people who have actually read the
books behind them.
If
you were pitching Mental Engineering to advertisers, you'd
probably reduce it to high-concept shorthand: Politically
Incorrect meets Siskel and Ebert. The show looks and sounds
like Bill Maher's late-night verbal wrestling matches: The host
and four selected panelists (a few academics, media critics,
and a comic) sit around a table with mugs of coffee and watch
commercials taped from television, then proceed to tear them
up. But there the resemblance ends. Maher confuses attack with
philosophical gesture: Whatever it is his guests believe, he's
against it. Forde notes that Politically Incorrect "is
built on dogma. Our show is built on questions."
The
biggest question Forde faces right now is a simple one: Can this
show survive? A comic provocateur whose blend of manic intelligence
and gangly exuberance suggests a grad-school Jim Carrey (he has "the
energy of a spinning top," Tillotson marvels, "even when the
camera's off"), Forde suffers no lack of self-assurance. When
he discusses his show's future prospects, he sounds confident
and quite ready to speak in the weird tongue common to media
executives. He aims to make Mental Engineering "appointment
viewing," for instance--the kind of show certain demographics
will make time to watch. Nor is he so doctrinaire that he would
turn down support from a company like Mobil. At the very least,
Forde would do some research if they came calling: "I don't know
that their heart's in the wrong place," he says.
Despite
Forde's single-minded commitment to his project, it took someone
else to set him on his current path. Forde spent two decades
in the wilderness, earning a bachelor's degree in philosophy
and a master's in counseling psychology, and worked more than
ten years driving a bus. He had once considered the advertising
business, even, but found himself "unable to don the corporate
garb in any way, shape, or form." Then, just as Forde was finishing
his master's thesis, he met Paul Wellstone's press secretary,
who thought Forde's enthusiastic populist speechifying made him
a natural for radio--"a liberal Rush Limbaugh." Within 48 hours,
Forde recalls, "my life spun around." He ditched academia and
headed for the airwaves.
A
four-month internship at KSTP-AM (1500) in the beginning of 1997
resulted in an exit-interview verdict that he was "too weird
for radio," but Forde nonetheless went to work reading news for
KFAI-FM (90.3/106.7) where he met Carol Critchley, Mental
Engineering's producer. The kind of irrepressible talker
who can't help offering a theory about everything, Forde spent
that summer hypothesizing on how to put his academic training
to use. He looked around for a format that would blend his interest
in psychology with his mass-media jones, but the brand name Mental
Engineering arrived well before the product--or even the
medium.
In
August, Colin Turner, then the director of development at KFAI,
helped convince Forde that TV was the only way to get viewers
to think about how adroitly marketers used psychology to manipulate
them. Forde's thesis had examined analyses of the mind that claim
humans instinctively think in dialogue; television, he reasoned,
speaks to us in a monologue. So why not do what comes naturally
and talk back? Energized by both Turner's expertise and his own
academic work, Forde took two sets of classes in the rudiments
of cable-access production, began filming his show, and quit
KFAI in February of 1998.
Mental
Engineering taped its first episode in December 1997 at
the St. Paul's Neighborhood Network studios. The 18 episodes
in the show's first season, paid for mostly out of family savings,
sparked enough national interest to warrant a second, higher-quality
season. (Forde was even flown to Washington in July 1998 to
take part in a roundtable for CNN Financial News.) Fourteen
more shows were produced between November 1998 and March of
this year, many of which can now be downloaded in various formats
from the show's Web site (www.mentalengineering.com).
Currently, the show is on hiatus while Forde tries to raise
the funds for a third season, which he hopes to inaugurate
in September.
Made
available for free to public television stations by the Central
Educational Network, Mental Engineering has found its
way onto 38 cable-access and public channels around the nation--including
KTCA (Channel 2) in Minneapolis, where it's televised every Sunday
at 11:00 p.m. It is now available in 22 percent of the nation's
homes, including such major markets as Detroit, New York, Chicago,
and Los Angeles--enough to lead its host to predict a future
budget that will enable him to draw a salary by the end of the
year.
But
even this second season, made at a comparatively cheap $3,000
an episode, nearly exhausted Forde's resources. Continuing the
program--not to mention making some sorely needed quality upgrades--will
require deep-pocketed support. Yet this may well pose a problem;
major corporate underwriting seems to be out, and though he aims
to go national, Forde doubts that PBS will pick him up. "They're
too moribund to recognize us," he charges, asserting that PBS
has "forgotten why it exists."
Nor
are the broadcast forerunners especially cheering. "Attempts
to do incisive critiques of advertising on TV always meet with
a great deal of resistance," observes veteran media critic James
Ledbetter, author of Made Possible By...: The Death of Public
Broadcasting in the United States. Ledbetter recalls that "people
went crazy" in the late Sixties when the Ford Foundation-sponsored Public
Broadcast Laboratory and Your Dollar's Worth subjected
advertisers' claims to public scrutiny and found many of them,
unsurprisingly, rather far from the truth. These shows' "anti-ads" took
on everything from prescription drugs to "clean" gasoline with
wit and bite--"Ralph Nader writing Saturday Night Live skits," in
Ledbetter's words. But before long, corporations were pestering
the FCC for equal time, station managers were deleting the material,
and both series soon went the way of the hippie.
Those
unhappy precedents, from a distant period when public broadcasting
was, in comparison with today, well funded, courageous, and politically
connected, does not augur well. Nor is it particularly easy these
days to gain independent purchase on a commercial culture all
too quick to co-opt irony and skepticism. Within months of hitting
the big time on MTV, anarchic comic Tom Green signed with putatively
anarchic diet cola Pepsi One, proving once again that the clearest
way to grab slacker cachet for your product these days is to
make ads that sneer at yourself.
Indeed,
one of Mental Engineering's weak points has been its failure
to nail the ironies in commercials with the same kind of cultural
savvy employed by ad writers. It would be uncharitable to fault
a shoestring operation like Mental Engineering for its
scruffy visuals, but the show's monotonous graphics and structure--commercial/critique/commercial/critique--desperately
need to be jazzed up before next season. Sometimes the panelists
overcomplicate the ads they're examining. Discussing an IBM spot
for Lotus Notes, Forde and his guests toss around lofty references
to Tiananmen Square but miss the ad's fallacious equation of
corporate networking software (which links workstations in large
offices) with personal empowerment. At other times, the panelists
seem to miss the nuances of a spot's music or voiceover--the
locus for many of the contradictions inherent in the ad game.
For example, nobody mentions that one Buick ad features Willem
Dafoe--portrayer of many junkies--as the voice of reason, a rather
strange choice.
Quite
often the show skews academic. Its guests aren't at their best
with teen-targeted products like video games, and sometimes they
can't piece together visuals and music as easily as MTV-schooled
viewers a decade or so younger can. (Aware of these lapses, Forde
hopes in the future to produce a Mental Engineering offshoot
by and for younger viewers, hosted by a 20-year-old, with a panel
of 16-year-olds.) Yet the show's same intellectual stiffness
can also seem a virtue. Unlike Politically Incorrect, Mental
Engineering never sacrifices coherent, respectful dialogue
for the sake of titillating showdowns and one-upmanship. Forde
sees the show as a haven, a "safe place to brainstorm," and he
wants to keep it that way. Thus, no conservative guests for now,
though various participants from advertising agencies have dropped
by and been treated hospitably.
Most
of show's guests aren't well-groomed gladiators of dubious ideologies,
and the conversations they have reflect that. On one episode,
guests Jeff Gerbino, a Twin Cities comic, and Brian Lambert,
television critic for the Pioneer Press, watch a World
Wrestling Federation spot and slip subtly from credential-carrying
panelists to dads. Throwing up their hands, they ponder the difficulties
of contemporary fathering--should they let their sons watch this
cartoonish mayhem and if so, how much of it? Compare that open-ended
response to the countless "answers" bellowed by hordes of pundits
every Sunday morning.
Though
Forde never shies away from putting across his convictions (major
drug-producing corporations are "pharmotraficantes," he quips
on one episode), the host never forgets how much entertainment
contributes to the mix. "I have one little spore of information
I want to plant," he says, "but I would not be good in a didactic
format. Connections and taxonomies are possible, but you can't
do that and make it fun. The formula should be about 80 percent
giddiness, 15 percent righteousness, and five percent vulnerability."
Opinions
vary on this topic. Local media critic and Cursor (www.cursor.org)
co-producer Rob Levine, who has been a guest on the show, worries
that the presence of comics can distract from what could be incisive
analysis. Sometimes, too, their presence induces Forde and his
guests to aim for easy laugh lines rather than reaching for less
comic political considerations. "It's in danger of flirting too
much with entertainment, trying a bit too hard to be funny," Levine
says.
Forde
tries to navigate between these poles, arguing that his program
features no shortage of "firebrand political bits," supporting
the noble saw that "speaking truth to power is a civic duty," and
that Americans need to remember the importance of shared responsibility
for their world every bit as much as the "personal responsibility" that
conservatives trumpet. But he can't come right out with such
opinions, believing that to do so would eliminate four-fifths
of his viewers. Television, he argues, lends itself better to
stealth liberalism: Let the ideas "sink in ten molecules at a
time and have [the viewer] suddenly realize two years
later, 'Hey, wait a minute!'" Sometimes,
in fact, humor is the spoonful of sugar that helps the medicine
go down. "There are consumer items that can take the place
of a sexual relationship with a man," comedian Tim Mitchell protests,
apropos of a Diet Coke ad. "But I don't like to think that I'm
in competition with a cola for women's sexual attention."
The
majority of media-saturated Americans probably have a viewpoint
not found on what might be called the great taste...less filling continuum
of media analysis: They largely discount the purported powers
of advertising altogether. This is the position of Advertising
Age columnist Bob Garfield, who takes advertisers' spots
to task every week, and is arguably the most important critic
within the industry. Garfield argues that "advertising tends
to be overanalyzed by people not looking at it as a business
proposition. They assume it uses all these techniques of semiotics,
mind control, and psychology--which ad agencies didn't have in
mind at all. What they're not doing is sitting around
thinking how to manipulate people."
Yet
no one disagrees with the notion that most Americans could benefit
from some schooling in media literacy. In this vein, Levine calls Mental
Engineering a "breakthrough show." High schools in Connecticut
use tapes of the program in their media-literacy classes. And
the penetration of advertising into every stratum of society--from
urinals to school classrooms--will only add urgency to this mission.
Even Bob Garfield turns passionate when he ruminates on campaign
spots. "People accept as an article of faith that advertisers
manipulate them," he says. "But political advertisers are very
good at it. I would love it if Mental Engineering devoted
all sorts of time to letting people know how manipulative political
ads are."
That
capacity to inspire dreams points to Mental Engineering's
best long-term prospects. Kristin Tillotson hopes for Michael
Moore-style attack interviews. "It would be great if you could
get somebody in charge of some irresponsible ad to admit it:
'Yes, that's what we were after.' Like trying to convince 14-year-old
girls that they're ugly and need this product." Among Forde's
goals are settling on a stable of panelists: his old friend Chris
Vigliaturo (who works in Silicon Valley); two local female commentators;
and a guest spot, which he imagines going to figures like Molly
Ivins and Mario Cuomo. Celebrity guests would seem to push the
show toward the yelling and posturing that Forde says he detests,
but he sounds confident in his ability to maintain a different
tone. "Media literacy is one genre that can't sell out," he
says firmly.
That
claim aside, it's hard to see how Forde can get far without selling
out, how he can stave off the financial and cultural pressures
that would crop him into another talking head. Nor is it clear
that such a fate would entirely appall him: In conversation Forde
alternates missionary enthusiasm with a very pragmatic sense
of what the market will bear.
Mental
Engineering may well get smarter as it digs into what the
hidden persuaders make us want; it may become famous as a haven
for brainy comedic riffs on contemporary culture. But can the
show have it both ways? If John Forde does make himself heard
without compromising his ideals, he'll pull off a trick gadflies
as smart as H.L. Mencken and Joan Didion, Groucho Marx and
Dennis Miller, haven't always managed--sticking your head in
the lion's mouth of the mass media and keeping it there without
getting eaten alive.
Correction
published 7/20/1999:
Because of a reporting error, comedian Tim Mitchell was
incorrectly identified in "After This Commercial Break." The
above version of the story reflects the corrected text. City
Pages regrets the error.
Arts
Feature · Vol 20 · Issue
971 · 7/14/99
WHO
ARE YOU, REALLY?
Letter concerning After This Commercial Break by Jesse Berrett
I
enjoyed the article on Mental Engineering, for which I have
been a panelist
("After This Commercial Break," 7/14). But in the article,
I'm referred to as
"Tim Miller." I suppose it beats "that fuckbiscuit," but I'm Tim Mitchell. I'm
pretty sure about this.
Tim
Mitchell
Minneapolis
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