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9301100167
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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930314
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Sunday, March 14, 1993
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METRO FINAL
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COM
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1F
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1993, Detroit Free Press
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MOVIEMAKERS BANK ON LIFE'S TRAGIC SCENES
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When tragedy strikes -- a murder, a terrorist bombing, a devastating
hurricane -- there are some who rush to help, some who feel sympathy, some who
simply watch.

  And there are some who pull  out contracts and say, "Great stuff! Sign
here!"

  These people are TV moviemakers. They have no shame. They are the ambulance
chasers of the techno-generation. 
  No sooner had the dust settled  from the World Trade Center bombing, than
these people were all over, fighting to hand out checks for "official"
stories. The result: "Terror In The Towers," which NBC will air in May, three
months after  the explosion. 
  Hurricane Andrew, which will be remembered by most victims as the worst
wind that ever hit their lives, was also the wind that blew Hollywood into
town, snatching up the story of  a weatherman who broadcast from his basement.
  The result: "Hurricane Andrew" on NBC.
  Still, nothing tops what is going on this week. In Waco, Texas, a maniac
who claims to be Jesus Christ holds  100 people in a bloody standoff with
police. This, obviously, is too good for producers to pass up. Never mind that
it isn't over, that more people may die, that parents and relatives are still
praying  for their loved ones trapped inside the cult complex. Never mind. NBC
has already begun "In The Line Of Duty: Assault in Waco," which airs in May,
sweeps month.
  Assuming the siege is over by then.  
  Otherwise, I guess, it's a miniseries.
Don't buy 'it sells' 
  Now, Hollywood has always been weird. But what kind of person reads the
newspapers, sees a cult murder and says, "There's a good  movie. Let's buy
it." It is bloodsucking of the lowest kind. It is also huge business.
  There are two reasons why TV has turned real life into a gold rush.
  1) It's easy and quick. They don't have  to write a script that maybe
people will like; they steal the truth, re-package it, and put it back on the
table while the plate's still warm. 
  2) It sells.
  The second reason is, of course, why  TV does everything. And why its
executives will say, "We're only giving people what they want." Every time I
hear that sentence, I think of laboratory experiments, where researchers hook
rats on sugar and let them keep going back until they die. Just giving them
what they want, of course.
  Somewhere along the line, someone should take responsibility. Someone
should say, "It may sell, people may watch it, but it's wrong. We can do
better."
  Instead, we have Amy Fisher.
  Fisher was an unknown teenager who slept with a married man, then shot his
wife. It is not a heroic story. It is not  even original. But it did happen
near New York, when tabloids dubbed her "Long Island Lolita." And before you
could blink, all three networks -- CBS, ABC and NBC -- were offering money to
anyone involved,  the kid, the husband, the wife, the police, for their
"official" account.
  Result: all three networks made movies, two of which aired on the same
night. Ratings were sky-high.
  For attempting murder,  Fisher was a star.
Approaching 'Network' proportion 
  There are several real dangers in this, beyond having to watch Drew
Barrymore act. One is the likelihood that some sicko will commit a terrible
act simply to become famous. If you doubt the promise of fame drives men to
evil, you've forgotten John Hinckley and Mark David Chapman.
  Secondly, in a country where more and more people rely on TV for
information, the danger in these movies is that viewers think they're true.
They believe them. Once upon a time, people didn't read hardcover books
because they said, "I'll wait for the paperback  to come out." Now they can
skip the news and say, "I'll wait until the miniseries comes out."
  The difference is, TV movies are made for ratings, not record. They are not
the truth. They are nowhere  near it. They are designed for the slick and the
sensational. The Waco film will be written, cast, filmed and edited in eight
weeks. Will the blood be dry by then?
  Last month, Rob and Dee Dubin got  lost in the snowy mountains of Aspen.
They were missing for days. Assumed dead. Miraculously, they were found. They
survived. You would think they'd spend the rest of the year kissing the
ground, thanking their good fortune.
  Instead, before their fingers defrosted, they signed with the William
Morris agency. They are courting TV movie offers.
  I don't know what kind of country we live in when the  first thought after
a tragedy is "TV!" But I think of the film "Network," where a man is killed
for the sake of ratings, and I figure we're getting closer every day. Truth
is, the only disaster that  might be off-limits to TV is the end of the world.
  But only because there'd be no one left to watch it.
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