A new poll confirms what we know: Two out of three Americans are “dissatisfied with or angry about the way the government works.” We are in a reprise of “Network,” in which a demented anchorman gets millions to yell their outrage.
In the 1976 movie, Howard Beale rants: “Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job, the dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust…
“We know the air’s unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat…We all know things are bad. Worse than bad. They’re crazy…
“I don’t want you to write your Congressmen. Because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the defense budget…
“All I know is first you got to get mad. You’ve got to say: ‘I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this any more. I’m a human being, goddammit. My life has value.’ So I want you to get up now. I want you to get out of your chairs and go to the window. Right now. I want you to go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell. I want you to yell: ‘I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this any more!'”
In 2010, Americans are yelling, not out their windows, but at ballot boxes, Tea Party rallies and in opinion polls. They even have their low-rent reincarnation of Howard Beale in Glenn Beck, who says of the movie madman, “I think that’s the way people feel. That’s the way I feel.”
Beale was invented by my high-school and college classmate Paddy Chayevsky, a brilliant satirist, whose work foretold much of what’s wrong with today’s world–the media and society in ‘Network,” health care in “The Hospital” and our inability to stop senseless wars in “The Americanization of Emily.”
But as life imitates art, it’s worth remembering what happens to Howard Beale at the end of “Network.” As viewers get bored with his ravings and his ratings drop, the TV hacks who fed off his rage have him killed on camera.
As American anger overwhelms the political process today and its consequences are unclear, I can offer a clue to how our society assimilates and coopts everything in its path into a passing sensation that eventually loses its novelty and gives way to the next national mood change.