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- Oct. 03, 1994: Show Business:The Magical MST Tour
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Oct. 03, 1994 Blinksmanship
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ARTS & MEDIA/SHOW BUSINESS, Page 73
- The Magical MST Tour
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p> The Mystery Science Theater 3000 cutups, those demolition demons
- of bad movies, throw a kooky party for their fans
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Corliss
- </p>
- <p> Two thousand folks milled genially around the swimming pool
- of the Radisson South Hotel in Bloomington, Minnesota. In the
- gaudy gathering were folks bedecked as alien creatures and Japanese
- dinosaurs, staggering derelicts and severed heads on surgical
- trays. If anyone looked displaced in this demented Renaissance
- Fayre, it was the two gents in Starship Enterprise uniforms.
- Their name tags read whoops wrong convention.
- </p>
- <p> Wonderfully wrong. This was no Star Trek reunion, with techno-dweebs
- debating the mythic import of Episode 34. It was the first ConventioCon
- ExpoFest-a-Rama of cable TV's Mystery Science Theater 3000.
- On a recent weekend, fans paid $45 each (plus room and board)
- to bond with one another, meet the program's writer-performers,
- attend a live show, comb through old props, view rare tapes
- of early episodes and dress up for the Midwest's ginchiest costume
- ball.
- </p>
- <p> The MSTies, as the show's 50,000 registered fans are called,
- were in pig paradise. They squealed like Beatlemaniacs when
- a cast member came onstage, and seemed as knowledgeable as the
- show's creators about every aspect of the canon. But why devote
- so much energy to a TV show? One woman replied, "Let's just
- say we're good solid American citizens with a lot of time on
- our hands."
- </p>
- <p> There is a better reason. The Emmy-nominated MST3K, now in its
- sixth season on Comedy Central, is the smart person's all-purpose
- entertainment event of the '90s: a deftly satirical musical-comedy
- puppet show that masquerades as a two-hour put-down of bad films.
- Three figures--a human, Mike Nelson (played by head writer
- Michael J. Nelson), and two robots, Tom Servo (Kevin Murphy)
- and Crow (Trace Beaulieu)--sit in front of a movie screen
- and, as First Spaceship to Venus or Godzilla vs. the Sea Monster
- or I Accuse My Parents unspools, they crack wise. That's about
- it, plus a sketch or two and some edgy banter with the mad scientists,
- Dr. Clayton Forrester (Beaulieu again) and TV's Frank (Frank
- Conniff), who supposedly have stranded Mike and the 'bots on
- the Satellite of Love deep in space and who send these cheesy
- movies as experiments to monitor Mike's mind.
- </p>
- <p> This could be a tiresome jape. Making fun of show-biz effluvia
- has become the easiest, sleaziest way to get a laugh and feel
- superior. Even cut-rate exploitation movies can possess a delirious
- visionary gran-deur that makes any sarcasm directed their way
- seem small-minded. But the MST3K gang have gone far beyond Golden
- Turkey Awards. For this clever crowd, inept movies are mere
- cues to asides on politics and society, which they attack with
- scimitar wit. The show can even be seen as a branch of semiological
- (and semi-illogical) studies. "I've always been interested in
- the close reading of any text," Murphy says. "We just get a
- lot closer--inside the movie."
- </p>
- <p> After a decade of smart people playing dumb (the David Letterman
- syndrome), it's a tonic to watch a show whose creators are unafraid
- to parade their erudition. MST3K, which is incorporated under
- the apt moniker Best Brains, Inc., is for snobs and slackers--a crash course in popular culture, high and low. Pay attention,
- for without warning or footnoting you may hear allusions to
- Thomas Pynchon, Susan Faludi, Joseph Campbell, Jenny Holzer,
- Andrew Sarris or Anna Kisselgoff. A starlet bathing in a lake
- suggests "Fanne Foxe in a Maxfield Parrish painting." And don't
- worry if some of the names are obscure to you. Nobody, including
- the writers, gets every reference.
- </p>
- <p> Along with standard kid stuff, like the endless fascination
- with bong jokes, the show offers giddy social commentary. Watching
- a '50s industrial film promoting General Motors cars in a gleaming
- world-of-tomorrow landscape, Servo (he's the red gumball machine
- with Slinky arms) intones, "Future not available in Africa,
- India, or Central or South America." Listen to Crow (the gold
- robot constructed of a lacrosse helmet, a split bowling pin
- and some Tupperware sections) explain the Hercules sex-and-pecs
- epics of the late '50s: they stem from "European indignation
- toward postwar conservatism and sexual repression, which translates
- onto the screen into big sweaty guys pushin' girls around."
- Or Mike, on the chorus line of prancing red devils in Santa
- Claus: "Oh, I suppose Hell got an NEA grant."
- </p>
- <p> They also engage in that most honorable and despised form of
- wordsmanship, the pun. The gooey remains of an ancient Egyptian
- are "guaca-mummy." A vampirish hospital worker is called "Nurse
- Feratu." Acolytes cavorting in worship to a Japanese monster
- are "the Mothra Graham Dance Troupe."
- </p>
- <p> And so it goes, 600 or more gags per show, in 104 episodes aired
- incessantly (24 hours a week). The staff has weathered its flourishing
- cult status, the challenge of devising new jokes about the same
- old sorts of films, flirtations with Hollywood to make an MST3K
- feature and, last year, the departure of creator and host Joel
- Hodgson. His sleepy-voiced charisma was replaced by the flummoxed
- gentility of the baby-faced Nelson, who also composes many of
- the delicious song parodies (collected on two Play MST for Me
- videocassettes). At the convention, Conniff asked impishly,
- "Would now be the time to tell them we're replacing Mike with
- Jimmy Smits?"
- </p>
- <p> The actor-writers answered questions about their favorite MST3K
- movie (Manos--the Hands of Fate) or about the off-camera relationship
- of Murphy and Beaulieu to their puppets Tom and Crow (Murphy:
- "We have a little place up in the Poconos"; Beaulieu: "Crow
- and I are not on speaking terms"). The creative staff, led by
- producer Jim Mallon, signed autographs for hours. At another
- panel, Beverly Garland, plucky star of three Roger Corman dramas
- savaged by MST3K, said, "My God, I wish we had had that dialogue
- when we were doing the picture!" The convention moved to Minneapolis'
- State Theater for a hilarious deconstruction of the '50s sci-fi
- film This Island Earth before returning for the costume ball.
- </p>
- <p> At the ball, co-host Conniff admitted that the prize judging
- was "not fair. But, hey, we didn't win an Emmy." By then, though,
- they all looked liked winners--the cast and crew, exhilarated
- by their fans' feedback, and the faithful msties, all those
- doughy guys and fire maidens from outer space who share some
- ingenious joy every time the Mystery Science Theater 3000 gang
- yells, "Movie sign!"
- </p>
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