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Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Tots R Us

Does anyone remember "Cop Rock"? In 1990, TV wunderkind Steven Bochco (who has made his name with work on "Hill Street Blues", "LA Law", "NYPD Blue" and "Murder One") decided to launch this daring and provocative hybrid showing. Combining the gritty realism and moral quagmire of police work with...broadway showtunes? I guess it's an interesting juxtaposition. Pairing the world where every day could be your last with...broadway showtunes. Anyways, here's the IMDB's summary (and a very praising one at that!):

The 1990s started off with one of the boldest experiments ever attempted in American television # the creation of an hour-long weekly television police drama, done as a musical. Longtime television innovator Steven Bochco, creator of major hits like Hill Street Blues and L.A. Law, took the biggest risk of his career. He brought the musical back to television but this time as a gritty, street-wise cop show called Cop Rock. The songs were written by a stable of songwriters ably led by the Oscar-winning Randy Newman. Half the critics thought it was the worst idea of the century; half thought it was pure genius. The television drama had been moribund for some time and Bochco created something entirely new, powerful, interesting, fresh. Nothing like it had ever been attempted before, and most importantly, it was done well and done seriously. Its detractors claimed it was unrealistic for cops and robbers to break into song, but none of them had complained quite this loudly about the various aliens that had appeared on the airwaves, about shipwrecked movie stars and millionaires, about bionic men and women, or about the rest of the lackluster crap filling the TV schedule. As an example of its audacity, its first episode alone included a rap song delivered by junkies as they're being arrested in a drug raid, a gospel number by a judge and jury convicting a drug dealer, a tender pop ballad by a husband about his much younger wife, and an R&B number by a corrupt lady mayor to the man who's just offered her a bribe. But the most powerful number came at the end of the episode. A young junkie sits on a bus stop bench singing a lullaby to her infant daughter, a haunting Randy Newman song called "Sandman" (later re-used in Newman's Faust). As she finishes the song, a station wagon pulls up, a man gets out and pays her $200 for the baby. As he drives away with the baby, the junkie finishes the lullaby and breaks down in tears as the music quietly ends and the camera pulls away. It was devastating. And it was brilliant drama. Unfortunately, it cost $1.8 million an episode # a record at the time # and its ratings were consistently dismal. ABC tried to get Bochco to drop the musical numbers but he refused, so they canceled the show after four months. Bochco later told Entertainment Weekly that of all his shows, Cop Rock was by far the most fun he had ever had making television. Years later, Cop Rock was partly redeemed as cable channel VH-1 rebroadcast the series and a new generation discovered its quirky brilliance.

So there's that.

I don't remember this ever being on the air, but I first heard about it on one of those VH1's "We're Not Producing Anything New or Interesting in Our Own Times So Instead Let's Look Back with Condescending Fondness and Forced Nostalgia at Decades Gone By" specials. It was also recently mentioned here.

And now, the greatest scene to ever be performed on television in recorded history. How this escaped the Emmy consideration AND Billboard's Hot 100 is beyond me. Come on, hipsters, let's bring this gem back! This scene revolves around two undercover cops who are pretending to buy a baby from the self-proclaimed "Baby Merchant". Enjoy!



4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Okay so I learned of this show from you, but I must say, I'm in love with the whole idea. And, I think that it's coming at 1990 was a peak moment for it to have possibly worked - not yet out of the spandex and geometric hot color life of the 80s, not yet into the depressed dirty grunge of the early 90s. The world was it's oyster. Other points I love: the hairstyles, and the slight pelvic thrust 3/4s of the way through the song. I would like to see the other shows... it would be clutch if we could all get together for a Cop Rock night. Damn your attachment to the east coast. Does sunny weather mean nothing to you?

3:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

yikes. just yikes. i've always had a deep DEEP hatred for musical theater. in fact, i'm not really fond of your traditional theater either. it seems like actors on the stage have to dramatically overact to capture the audience's attention, whereas on TV, it's achieved more through different shots, closeups etc, and actors don't have to project their voices as much. what we have here is bungled translation. stage-acting on TV. and boy does it come across super cheezy and over the top. i realize over the top is sorta the point of the show, but only a small minority of people are gonna eat that stuff up consistently — looking at you flamingly gay drama-wannabes (trust me, i dated a couple in high school ... only game in town). i just can't take the ride with theater the way i can with tv or movies. the minute a stage actor pulls that compulsory broad gesture with arm outwards from the stage with the 1,000-yard stare beyond the audience, i die a little inside. and to those who aren't yet convinced of the horrors of musical theater, behold: http://www.stereogum.com/archives/003805.html

you were warned

2:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well the screwdriver to the testicals and hammer to the temple has almost overtaken the pain my brain just felt....thanks drew

3:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

it's what i do.

8:11 PM  

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