28 August 2014

Jalepeno Culture


So I was watching the morning news and there was a commercial where two guys walk into a fast food joint and see the sign for a Double Jalepeno burger.  With, of course, lots of cheese.  And they smile at each other, order one each, and life is bliss.  My husband, who has an Irish stomach, winced.  Myself, I was thinking, that's American cuisine today:  you want flavor with that?  Here's some cheese and hot peppers. What more do you want?
Not the burger, but
I don't want to get sued.
That's what we're known for.  Cheese and hot peppers.  Slathered all over everything.  The cheese runs thick on the tongue, smothering most of the taste buds.  The hot peppers add shock value.  Cheap, filling, and one hell of a lot less trouble than actually, say, making a mole sauce, or a bechamel.  Although nowadays what you'll be given for bechamel sauce is generally Alfredo sauce, thick and pasty with flour and, you guessed it, cheese.  In other words, tarting it up with cheese and hot peppers is easier than getting involved in the time-consuming artistic complexity of producing flavor.

It's the same in entertainment.  Sex and violence.  If things get slow, throw in a naked woman.  Or an explosion.  Or a riff of automatic weapons.  (Speaking of which, I'm sure you heard about the 9-year-old girl at a shooting range outside Las Vegas who accidentally killed the instructor with the Uzi he was showing her how to use.  9 year olds and Uzis, what could possibly go wrong? We don't even let 9 year olds drive, even here in South Dakota, where 14 years old get learner's permits, so what the hell was he thinking... Okay, enough rant on that...)

Back to sex and violence.  Much safer.  Now I understand that sex and violence are what titillates the masses, including you and me, but sometimes I want something more:  plot; wit; character; nuance. By the way, I watched an interesting review of "Outlander", the new series based on the Diana Gabaldon time-traveling fantasy series, in which the sole woman on the panel pointed out that, while this show was obviously being marketed to heterosexual women (hot men in kilts and all that), when it came down to it, there were a heck of a lot of naked women in it and no naked men. Now what's that about?  Couldn't it even occur to the producers (6 out of 8 male) that (most) women prefer naked men?  

Okay, back to character.  I've been binge-watching Michael Gambon's 1990's Maigret, and enjoying it heartily.  (I love reading Maigret, too - it's one of the main reasons and ways that I've learned to read French.) And I noticed something that hadn't really struck me before:  Jules Maigret is normal.  He's a good, decent, bourgeois man who drinks/eats/smokes a little more than he should but not too much, who loves his wife, and who really likes his co-workers (except for the examining magistrates).  He likes people generally, including most of the petty criminals he deals with.  And yet he's absolutely real, grounded in details and mannerisms and nuances that are very subtle.  In other words, he's an old-fashioned hero.  It's very refreshing.

But I think too many "heroes" have been run through our jalepeno culture.  I've seen too damned many lead characters who are damaged addicts (alcohol/drugs/gambling/sex), and/or whose significant other was brutally murdered by a mysterious serial killer, and/or who are promiscuous to hide their longing for love or their lack of ability to love, and/or who has significant PTSD and/or traumatic childhood experiences and/or mental illness and/or OCD/bi-polar/etc., and almost ALL of them are obnoxious to everyone around them (and yet are mysteriously loved despite of it)...  Folks, that isn't character, that's a laundry list.  What started out as an exception - with the ability to shock, startle, amaze, entertain - has become the norm, which means... well, cheese and jalapenos on everything.

Hollywood meth-makers
Real meth-maker
And it's often taken to the point where there's no one to root for. Everyone is lousy, including their kids.  Everyone is crooked. Everyone will do anything, anywhere, any time to get ahead.  Nobody even tries to be pleasant, much less good. And don't even get me started on "Breaking Bad":  I do not, repeat, DO NOT watch shows or read books where serial killers and/or drug manufacturer killers are the heroes. I'm an old-fashioned girl at heart.  Besides, the villains are even more alike than the defective detectives: always brilliant, always brutal, always cold, always with superhuman timing, and the only difference is how they do it and whether or not they eat their kill.  Boring...

At the same time, I can enjoy a good noir with the rest of them, and God knows in Dashiell Hammett's and Raymond Chandler's world, everyone is crooked as they come, and that's fine with me.  Because Spade and Marlowe longed for heroism and decency, like thirsty men for water, and tried to be knights errant, even if their armor was more tarnished than shining.  That's what I want in my hero, at the very minimum.  I want them to recognize honor when they see it, like Silver-Wig in "The Big Sleep", and to be able - at least some times - to resist treachery and temptation, like Brigid O'Shaughnessy in "The Maltese Falcon."  I want them to know the difference between good and evil, in the world and in themselves.  I want them to care about the difference between good and evil, in the world and in themselves.  I want them to want to be a hero, even when they fail.

Maigret.  D. C. Foyle.  Miss Marple. Guido Brunetti.  Nancy Drew. Columbo.  V. I. Warshawski. Archie Goodwin.  Perry Mason.  Endeavour Morse.  And many others, rich in variety, style, wit, character... Excuse me, I have some more reading to do.  And tonight - another Maigret!

9 comments:

  1. WOW, Eve, you had me from the Jalepeno Hook on this column. I agree with everything you wrote, including that we women generally prefer unclothed men to unclothed women. In reading as well as television and movies, it's refreshing and rewarding these days to see the heroes who at least a little honorable.

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  2. Eve, I think you hit the jalepeno on the head. Nice article.

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  3. I really enjoyed this piece, Eve. Maigret is one of my favorite fictional heroes. As you point out so well, we no longer celebrate the decent man (or woman), which is quite sad, really. I also detest criminals as role models on TV.

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  4. A thought article. I, too, am a Maigret fan. I recently watched the last episode of the serious “Wallander” and, though I began liking Kurt Wallander, in the end he was just plain boring. He fits the jalepeno culture hero.

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  5. Nice piece, Eve. I too am a fan of the Michael Gambon "Maigret". He's a great actor.

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  6. Jalapeno culture is everywhere. I was working with a group on an educational film about Native science and the IMAX producer who was on the project kept saying "Really, to succeed, it's gotta' be sexy and only last for 3 minutes." Come to think of it, that sounds like... well, never mind. That's X-rated. But I think you've made a very important point about people no longer seeing any value to participating in or appreciating rich, nuanced, multi-dimensional, GOOD life.

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  7. This is the real difference between Victorian culture and ours: they were just as sex-obsessed, only they kept it under wraps; they were just as violence-obsessed, and were pretty up front about it; but they enjoyed reading about/watching people who were good, or at least trying to be. Our culture tends to find that boring. Or impossible.

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  8. I like decent heroes and heroines, someone I might like to know.

    Maybe it all comes down to that embarrassment called American cheese. It was dull enough when it was simply that, but then Kraft came out with ‘American Cheese Food’ and now the plastic-like ‘American Cheese Product’. Then because it tastes like plastic, folks have to add jalapeños and chili and stuff with a cold dish of violent vengeance.

    Not so sure about the Irish stomach. Wasn’t it James Joyce’s Ulysses that he describes eating kidneys? That convinced me never to try that again!

    Speaking of French crime novels, I can’t recommend enough Sebastien Japrisot’s One Deadly Summer (L'ete Meurtrier), available in both French and English, but I confess it’s not a ‘normal’ novel in the sense of good people. But the characters are well-drawn and the plot well done.

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