Sunday, March 09, 2014

Review: Boardwalk Empire (TV Show)

I’ve been watching the HBO series Boardwalk Empire (2010-Present) over the past few weeks and a question emerged for me – is this the most tragic show ever on television? There are, of course, thousands of shows I’ve never seen, but among the much smaller subsection I have, nothing compares to the moribund existentialism the show seems to encapsulate each week. There are failed relationships, abuse, rape, prostitution, victims of war and endless, repetitive and graphic death. The Wire and The Sopranos both come to mind as potential competitors, but while the former did show little compunction to eliminate central characters haphazardly, its general tone allowed for shimmers of hope among its rather cynical core. The Sopranos changed television with its riveting look into the heart of a psychopath, though it too offered moments of joy and hope amidst Tony’s struggle to come to grips with his demons. Maybe not surprisingly, the creator of Boardwalk Empire is the very same Terence Winter who was a writer for The Sopranos.

All three series deal with crime, though only Boardwalk Empire takes place in the past. And it is this element of the series that seems most compelling, as a veneer of historical costume drama cloaks the deeper tragedy within. Not only does it capture the music, fashion and popular culture of the time but is based on real characters and historical events, including major political scandals and elections. On a second level, the series is yet the latest example of what I like to call lifestyle porn – essentially shows and movies that feed male desire for power, sex and true friendship (often peppered with gratuitous violence) together with the realization of love in the end. And while those two levels are theoretically compelling, I thought about quitting on it early on. But suddenly, around episode 4 or 5 of the first season, I noticed a deeper statement on existence that existed at that deeper third level. And it is here where the true tragedy of the show exists. For with every glimmer of hope or triumph, every ephemeral moment of happiness a character might find, there is the looming turn that will take that joy away. In some ways, the show becomes a visual instantiation of Jacques Lacan’s warning that we only want something until the moment we get it, at which point we realize it was simply part of the imaginary’s constructed desire and thus unable to make us feel complete.

For those who have never seen the show, it centers around the true-life Atlantic City gangster Enoch “Nucky” Thompson (played by the excellent Steve Buscemi, who finally gets his chance to shine as the star) and a supporting cast of characters including his brother Eli (Shea Whigham), estranged wife Margaret (Kelly MacDonald), gangster associates Al Capone (Stephen Graham), Lucky Luciano (Vincent Piazza) and Arnold Rothstein (Michael Stuhlbarg) and a series of compatriots and enemies. Three main side narratives involve a Prohibition Agent turned gangster, Nelson Van Alden (Michael Shannon, in the perfect role for this great character actor), a prostitute and showgirl mother Gillian Darmody (Gretchen Mol) and a World War I sniper who lost half his face in the war, Richard Harrow (played with incredible empathetic power by Jack Huston). Throughout the four seasons, Nucky always appears on the edge of disaster or death, from the early challenge to his power from Gillian’s son Jimmy (Michael Pitt), to a case mounted by the government, to gang warfare with various competitors to a plot to unseat him that involves his own brother. In the end, Nucky, of course, survives – and generally flourishes.

The big enigma is what to think of this figure, who starts out as a likable though corrupt politicians (the treasurer of Atlantic City) but ends up as a cold-hearted killer and gangster that can rival the biggest mafia bosses of his era. He seems to be hungry for love, friendship and family, but then spurns it whenever the chance arrives. Sometimes he loses that love tragically, as with his showgirl actress or the wife and child he lost before the series even begins (we learn of it in backstory), and sometimes it walks away, as Margaret does on at least one occasion. He turns his back on his own brother and kills a man he essentially raised, but then shows moments of real compassion and humanity. And the same can be said of many of the other characters, who are all shown as flawed and, ultimately, corruptible, but with a desire to give their lives meaning.


And this brings me back to my original question. Because for all the death, destruction and sexual enticements, even the most callous and disaffected person generally turns to dramatic art for some meaning below all the human wreckage. We want to believe that there is more to life than the glimmers of hope and joy we are occasionally provided, that love does conquer all and good does sometimes win out over evil. None of that seems to ever appear in the show. Again, we have characters like Richard that can’t help but elicit the compassion and allegiance of the audience, but he is a cold-hearted killer himself and his deeper ethics almost always misaligned with his actions. Gillian might show moments of care for her son and grandson, but they are too intertwined with her own solipsism and survival instinct. Al Capone might be likable and show his human side with his deaf son, but it is hard to ignore the beast within. And the same can be said of Nucky, who seems to love Margaret and her children and care for his brother and closest allies, but then turns on them whenever it is to his advantage. With all the death, destruction and unhappiness that 48 episodes have provided, it is hard to argue against its position at the top of the perch of tragic TV drama. 

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