Jewish World Review Oct. 5, 2003 / 10 Tishrei, 5764
Tina "Ms. Buzz" Brown is Baaaack!
When last Media Person looked in on Tina Brown, the world's most famous
magazine editor was interring Talk, her love child by Miramogul Harvey Weinstein,
amid the usual clamor from a vast throng of amused, annoyed, admiring,
disgusted, fascinated, repelled, charmed and/or smugly pleased spectators.
Needless to say, in the interval since, Tina has not fled her reserved
seating at the white-hot epicenter of media civilization to spend a few years
wandering the Gobi desert in search of spiritual enlightenment. Instead she has
started a TV talk show and a newspaper column and is still better connected than
anyone but Kevin Bacon. In short, she is still Tina Brown. And you're still not.
Her first weekly column for the Washington Post's Style section immediately
engendered controversy, not exactly a stunning development, since everything
Tina Brown does immediately engenders controversy. The Romenesko website
reported that some Post staffers were snickering over the inaugural piece, which
surveyed the issue hardly of great concern to the average citizen--of whether
Hollywood studios should send out freebie tapes and CDs to industry insiders and
critics, and then kept rambling off to side issues and glimpses of the
privileged Brownian lifestyle.
Media Person found it a fascinating distillation of the Tina universe.
First on view is her undeniable talent. By all accounts, Brown was a
first-rate editor, in the sense of actual, you know, editing: the tedious task of
improving articles. And she's not bad at writing journalism herself. Unlike many
newspaper folk, she has a lively style and a knack for grabbing your attention.
What was revealing to Media Person was how, in the very first paragraphs of
that column, her instinct for good journalism a form that must contain a
healthy disrespect for power, wealth and celebrity immediately comes into conflict
with her greatest failing: the need (indeed the desperate craving) to idolize
power, wealth and celebrity, not to mention grabbing some of it for herself.
Ah, the ambiguity of it all. It's almost Shakespearean!
She leads: "The Hollywood awards season may have been plunged into chaos by
the Motion Picture Association's ban on video viewing, but there have also been
grave repercussions for members of the Manhattan buzzocracy."
Buzzocracy! A splendid neologism to kick a sentence with. A word that pokes
fun at a self-important species of Manhattan fauna. Or does it? No one has been
more associated with "buzz" than Tina Brown herself. (Indeed, in an online
chat with Post readers after her column debuted, she claimed she's been called
the Erstwhile Queen of Buzz so many times in the media that she now signs her
correspondence EQB.) At all her magazines, Tina was always obsessed with who
and what was hot, in the old sense of that word. Had Tina come to realize the
absurdity of the Buzzocracy? Has she really erstwhiled? Is the term "grave
repercussions" meant ironically? Or is she actually sympathetic to her poor
little put-upon Buzzkins, suddenly deprived of their precious DVDs by Hollywood
grinch Jack Valenti?
Well. Tina goes on to explain to the buzzless yokels of D.C. the workings of
the "A-list screening rooms -- plush little mini-theaters tucked away in
corporate suites or nondescript Times Square office buildings, where you can savor
a movie in a tykes-'n'-teens-free zone with no crunching Twix bars and no
high-fives after scenes of sex and violence." She tells the rubes that with no
more free DVDs, the flacks whose job it is to whip up buzz for new movies now
must lure the buzzocrats to these filmic oases by inveigling a "boldface name"
to host a "celebrity screening."
Again, this would be nice stuff, nicely described, if the writer was working
up some satirical riff on the silliness of all these silly buzzybodies. But
then comes an extraordinary passage wherein Tina is "sitting in a pleasant
reverie at my desk when the phone explodes with a call from Peggy Siegal, New
York's publicity diva." Siegal is flacking the new Russell Crowe flick and needs
Tina's help. What does Tina do? She pitches right in, rummaging through her
Rolodex for boldface names.
This just stopped Media Person cold. Why was Tina Brown, ostensible
journalist, spending her valuable time flacking for the movie business? No satisfying
answer was ever given to this question. The one that leaps to mind is that like
a gambling addict, Tina needs the action. It's not enough for her to just
observe and report on the buzz, she has to be helping to make the buzz, too.
Her second column, about How New York is suddenly lacking in "icons" was
better. Still it featured Tina watching the World Series (where have you gone,
Derek Jeter?) from where else? George Steinbrenner's family box. And sounding
suspiciously sympathetic to the odious owner. So goes the struggle for Tina's
soul. Deep down she knows she should be mocking these people. But deeper down,
she is these people.
JWR contributor Media Person -- a.k.a Lewis Grossberger -- is a columnist for Media Week. Comment by clicking here.
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© 2002, Lewis Grossberger