Ryan Murphy is a kitchen sink storyteller. Nothing is ever enough for him. The Netflix show, Hollywood, is a perfect example of this. He cannot simply just tell a story through to the end. It’s not enough for the story to be a version of Rock Hudson’s early career, or a black screenwriter, or gay in Hollywood, or closeted in Hollywood, or a black actress, or women in power, etc. — it must be about ALL of these issues. This leads to a story that is scattershot and never lands on level ground. With that said, it’s still a fascinating show full of amazing production design and great performances. Sure, the writing tends to let everyone down but the sheer balls of this undertaking and the full commitment by everyone involved still creates a show better than the sum of its parts.
On the technical side, Hollywood is as good as anything you can watch right now. The production and costume design are top notch and go a long way toward immersing us in the world. I love Murphy’s visual take on early Hollywood, warts and all. It was also interesting to see just how quaint the Oscars ceremonies once were.
Moving on to the actors, they are mostly very good. The standouts for me were Jeremy Pope, playing the screenwriter Archie. He was full of an earnest spirit that I loved — my second favorite character and performance. Next, Samara Weaving and Darren Criss. These two actors could do just about anything and I’d be there for all of it — the camera adores the two of them. Dylan McDermott is also awesome as Ern, the owner of a gas station that doubles as a prostitution ring. McDermott gets better and better each project he takes on — what a marvelous actor. However, I do find the glorification of Ern as this loveable scamp a little troubling. He’s a pimp and a bully who is forcing these guys into working for him — not very loveable if you ask me. This brings me to the character of Ellen Kinkaid, a loyal servant to her studio who grows into a major power player by the end of the show. Holland Taylor’s portrayal is extraordinary, adding in layers of despair and hope in equal measure. She bosses the screen around and it’s terrific to behold.
Now onto the subtext of the story. Murphy and his crew choose to weave in historical figures with fictional ones and the storylines blend in the same way. The show is very, very dark in tone — unafraid to show the nasty, seedy side of Hollywood. It’s grimy and makes the viewer feel gross at times. Hollywood is also very much about the #metoo movement — a noble statement if a bit out of place in early Hollywood. Lastly, Ern’s gas station prostitution ring is apparently based on something that took place in real life. That is absolutely insane to think about.
This all leads to an extremely ham fisted finale where all of the good guys win and all of the bad guys either lose, die, or see the error of their ways. I did not like it because it is simply not true. It’s fun to think about but none of this is happening right now, let alone eighty years ago. My biggest issue is how in the last fifty five minutes or so, Murphy crams in eighty years of Hollywood history and progress into a story that took place over the course of a couple of years in the early days of Tinseltown.
Like many Murphy projects before it, Hollywood is a slick, gorgeous production that is held back by way too many ideas for only seven episodes. It’s a valiant effort and pure of heart but ultimately leaves us feeling worn out and hollow, just like some of the players under the foot of the machine.
Next week, we’ll discuss the HBO doc series, I’ll Be Gone In The Dark. Until then, love each other.
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