Monday, 25 May 2026

Three Men and A Comic Book (aka To Everything, Turn Turn Turn)

 

The spring of 1991 saw The Simpsons nearing the end of its second season in style, climaxing with the two-blow gut punch of "Lisa's Substitute" and "The War of The Simpsons", back-to-back episodes that demonstrated what an uncanny flair the ostensibly grotesque cartoon had for devastating drama. The emotional stakes had never felt higher, the consequences of the characters' choices never more pressing and intimate. With the penultimate episode, "Three Men and A Comic Book" (7F21), we can feel the season making a conscious effort to ease itself into palate cleansing mode; I suspect it's not a coincidence that its two most emotionally painful episodes were followed up by one of the series' most purely fun offerings to date, enabling viewers to head into the summer with more of a light-hearted skip in their step (the actual season finale, "Blood Feud", would be held over for an unusually belated July debut). That might seem like an odd proposition. After all, in its third act "Three Man and A Comic Book" becomes dark and physically nasty in ways that those aforementioned episodes didn't, with Bart descending into feverish paranoia, Martin being falsely imprisoned and Milhouse threatened with a drop from the Simpsons' treehouse. We might have been on the edge of our seat during that sequence in "Substitute" where Lisa finally loses her cool with Homer and repeatedly calls him a baboon, but neither character was endangered in quite so blunt and concrete a way as Milhouse is here. The distinction being that "Three Men and A Comic Book" remains, at all times, an intrinsically playful scenario, even as its pivotal conflict grows ever more alarming. The narrative tension is driven by something so small - a particularly elusive edition of a comic book starring Springfield's favourite radioactive superhero - and the calamity it inspires is ultimately so disproportionate (even with its $100 price tag) that there's only so seriously it warrants being taken. I think we've always enough confidence that Bart is neither crazed or depraved enough that he'd sacrifice his best friend in order to preserve said comic, even as he's assuring the hysterical Milhouse that a fall wouldn't be the worst possible outcome, since the atmospheric rainstorm would potentially soften him up on the way down.

"Three Men and A Comic Book" is a significantly lighter installment than its two direct predecessors, yet it still feels every bit as audacious, particularly with the wild gambits taken in its final act. For the first two thirds, it tells a grounded story dealing with an all-too relatable childhood conundrum - the problem of cash and how to accumulate it fast when you're young and craving something well beyond your means - and then for the big finish relocates its action to the confines of the treehouse, signifying our sudden escalation into more dizzying and dangerous heights. From there it becomes largely a three hander between Bart, Martin and Milhouse, with Marge and Homer getting the occasional interjection. We experience the claustrophobia of being perpetually surrounded by those rugged treehouse walls, exacerbating the intense absurdities of the climactic showdown and illustrating the extent to which our titular trio are mired together in their mutual suspicion, cut off from anything resembling reason and good sense, and with a brutally long way to fall on their inevitable crash back down to Earth.

The theme of corrupted childhoods is established in the gleefully irreverent first scene, where Bart and Lisa pass their time en route to Springfield's 12th annual comic book convention devising a dark fan theory connecting two of Harvey Comics' flagship characters. Bart's proposal that Casper The Friendly Ghost is really the spirit of the deceased Richie Rich is intriguing, as is Lisa's deepening of the lore with the speculation that Richie possibly took his own life after realising how misspent it was in pursuit of dollars - but alas, not consistent with the canon of the 1995 feature film (which is the canon that primarily matters when it comes to Casper), where Casper was revealed to have died of pneumonia. Actually, based on the anecdotes that director Brad Silberling had to share on the film's DVD commentary, it seems that the powers that be over at Harvey Comics would sooner you didn't think of Casper as the spirit of a deceased child, period (however much his being a ghost automatically invites that line of thought), but rather as a separate entity altogether. According to Silberling, Harvey Comics heavily contested that particular plot point of the feature film, along with Casper's infatuation with Kat and Dr Harvey's falling to his death, however readily undone by the Lazarus (jeez, they were against everything about this film that was interesting or meaningful). Being a Casper fan, what I most appreciate about this exchange is Lisa's rebuttal when Bart refers to him as Casper The Wimpy Ghost: "I think it's sad that you equate friendliness with wimpiness, and I hope it keeps you from ever achieving true popularity." Well said, Lisa. I won't have anybody dissing my boy Casper except the Ghostly Trio (given it's their thing and all).

The hypothetical sad fate of Richie Rich subtly foreshadows where the story is headed, with Bart's fixation on material acquisition being the thing that invites his own (less macabre) misfortune, although to begin with there is something undeniably innocent and wholesome about his desire. For a long stretch, "Three Men" is about how much Bart wants a comic book and the lengths he'll go to make it his own, effective because writer Jeff Martin has such a keen empathy for what it's like to be a child and to feel such an intense longing that the world almost seems to stop turning until the item you craved was safely in your hands. It's a bit like "Marge Be Not Proud" in that regard, except the events don't take anywhere near so distressing a turn. Plus, Bart actually was able to learn and grow from his experiences in that episode, whereas "Three Men and A Comic Book" strikes me as being almost an anti-coming of age story, in which the possibility of growth is suggested but ultimately shot down - making the title, in which the three warring school boys are identified as men more than a little ironic. It is a reference to the 1987 movie Three Men and A Baby (one of those hit comedies of the 1980s that I don't think is all that well-remembered today, although it comes with a fabulously freaky urban legend involving the alleged ghost of yet another deceased child); that the pivotal comic book has taken the place of the baby marks it out as something for which the boys have a shared and very crucial responsibility. Having purchased the elusive comic and devoured what wonders its pages conceal, they now have the mutual challenge of needing to grow beyond that innocent desire and figure out how to jointly nurture their incredible acquisition. They've made an investment in the future, and we know that they're doomed to blow it from the moment Martin insists that they want to keep the comic in optimum condition so that the last one of them alive might have the honor of being buried with it. Not to preserve it for succeeding generations of comic book fans, so that one day another child just like them might have the excitement of getting to read it. Heck, not even so that it can eventually be resold to another collector for an even bigger sum. We watch as their selfishness and jealousy becomes increasingly volatile, and the title takes on an additional meaning, evoking not just a Ted Danson comedy about child-rearing, but also the old proverb about how multiple dogs and one bone will seldom agree. 

The comic in question is the first ever issue of Radioactive Man, originally published in November 1952 with the unassuming sale price of 10 cents. Copies in 1991 are hard to come by, and Comic Book Guy, making his debut at the convention, won't part with his for anything less than $100 (he insists that the comic is worth a lot more than that, but he's offering to it to Bart for lower because he reminds him of himself - a purportedly generous gesture that, based on his actions elsewhere in the episode, is presumably just part of his sales pitch). Alas, Bart only has 30 dollars to his name, but his reverence for Radioactive Man is through the roof - less for his heroism than for the fact that he never beats up a villain without delivering some cheesy quip (he makes his point by showing Lisa a comic where Radioactive Man punches a guy into the sun while asking, "Hot enough for ya?", although if you ask me that's just sick). Bart's itch to get his paws on that comic is intense, but at this stage it's also pure, fuelled by the thrill of owning such a vital component of Radioactive Man history and by the curiosity of getting to experience how his hero's journey began. We can practically taste his frantic sincerity, and he has our sympathies. His first and most obvious recourse is make an appeal the bank of Mom and Dad, but Homer refuses to believe that a comic book could be worth that kind of money. Marge suggests that Bart might look into getting a part-time job, and refers him to an acquaintance named Mrs Glick, an elderly widow (how elderly is never specified, but she had a brother who served in World War I, which potentially puts her in her 90s, possibly older) with no shortage of gruelling chores she needs a hand with. Unfortunately, Glick transpires to be incredibly stingy, awarding Bart with only two quarters for days of work. After various ill-fated attempts at raising up funds (the most lucrative of which is selling cans of beer for nickels from his front lawn, for which he narrowly escapes a reprimanding from Lou and Eddie by offering them his unsold wares) he ends up only five dollars richer than he was before. 

What's particularly canny about the middle act of "Three Men" is the way it touches on two sore spots at once. It's a harrowing reminder of how unfair life felt when, as a child, you fervently wanted something that was always outside of your reach. But there's also the insinuation that Bart's money-making endeavours, most notably his manual work for Mrs Glick, represent an induction into the world of adult responsibility, with all of its own hardships and shortages of gratification. When Bart returns home from his ordeal with Glick and churlishly declares that employment is for chumps, Homer is full of admiration for him for having twigged that basic truth so early in life. This overlapping of childhood and adult anxieties is playfully foregrounded in what might be one of the most strangely implemented cultural references of the early seasons, a parody of The Wonder Years that facilitates a guest appearance from Daniel Stern (aka Marv, the drippier half of the Wet Bandits) as Bart's inner monologue. Ostensibly, Stern's voice represents that of an adult Bart, looking back fondly upon his youth and identifying the moment he was tasked with finding a job as a crucial turning point in his coming of age, only for Homer to keep cutting him off in the present by demanding to know what Bart (his gaze turned contemplatively toward the camera) is staring at. It's hilarious, but it's also a little baffling in terms of what we're meant to assume is going on within context. Is Bart actually having a fourth wall-breaking moment that his father isn't privy to, enabling him to share some kind of mental connection with his future self (circa 2011) and to communicate with the viewer? Or is the implication that Bart is actively playing at being in The Wonder Years, imagining a narration on behalf of his older self in the style of Kevin Arnold? Alternatively, is he just staring vacantly into space, with Stern's narration teasing us into supposing that something meaningful is transpiring, and Homer repeatedly exposing it for the nonsense that is? Who can say? Even if you're unfamiliar with The Wonder Years, the gag itself remains basically accessible - Stern's narration purports to recontextualise Bart's predicament as the stuff of cozy nostalgia, but this is adamantly shot down by Homer, who represents the voice of a bitter reality. Bart is denied that transcendence, the assurance that his challenges in the present are in fact building toward something far greater, while the supposed future Bart is denied his rose-tinted comforts. The presence of "Turn! Turn! Turn!" by The Byrds, which was featured in the premier episode of The Wonder Years, and which doesn't exactly scream nostalgia for the early 90s, leaves Bart all the more stranded outside of any sense of coherent time. 

In addition to offering an affectionate look-back at the qualities that make childhood such a slow and aggravating period (and adulthood likewise), "Three Men" is an elegant exercise in the show's continued world-enriching, managing to pack an impressive amount of development into its 22 minutes. The most obvious thing it has going on in that regard is the aforementioned introduction of Comic Book Guy, a character who'd gain notoriety later down the road when he became an avatar for the obsessive netizens whose pedantic critiquing of The Simpsons did not go unnoticed by the production staff. For now, he's merely a caricature of the kinds of contemptuous, emotionally aloof and self-important nerds who regularly pop up behind the counters of comic book stores. A very inspired and well-observed caricature it is too, holding as true in the UK as it does in the US - there was a time when you could walk into any Forbidden Planet around here and nine times out of ten you'd be served by someone redolent of Comic Book Guy. (If I'm honest, there's a level on which I even have to sympathise with him, at least in his specific lament, "I do not need this, I've got a Masters degree in Folklore and Mythology". Yeah, I too know the sting of having a Masters that nets you absolutely zero prestige in the real world.) This is also our first close-up look at Radioactive Man, who serves as an all-purpose parody of classic comic book superheroes, in the same way that Itchy & Scratchy serve as all-purpose parodies of golden age cartoons (he's also an expansion of a gag played more saliently with Krusty, in that if you peer past his outer disguise he bears a spooky resemblance to Homer). In spite of the obvious affection the show's staff have for comic book culture, on the basis of this episode alone, he'd end up being curiously under-utilised as a concept - sure, he would eventually get another spotlight episode in Season 7, this one actually titled "Radioactive Man", and his comics would pop up in every so often in the mise-en-scenes, but he didn't exactly become an omnipresent staple of the Simpsons universe a la Itchy & Scratchy. Here, we get a glimpse into his superheroic origins, when the atomic blast that improbably failed to kill him gave him radioactive powers, and we learn something of the darker mythology surrounding names attached to the 1950s television adaptation (there's Dirk Richter, whose murky demise alludes to that of Superman actor George Reeves, and Buddy Hodges, who was erroneously rumored to have been killed in Vietnam), but if you wanted to learn more about Radioactive Man lore then you largely had to settle for the interpretations in the Simpsons Comics. Speaking of things that were a bigger deal in auxiliary Simpsons media, I think this is the only canon appearance of Bartman, Bart's superhero alter ego. In his case, it's actually hilarious how much mileage the comics, video games and merchandise were able to mine out of the concept, when it barely fits in with the series proper at all. Within context, "Bartman" is a made-up superhero Bart dresses as in a failed attempt to gain discount entry into the convention, and that's as far as his story goes, although he does a get a pretty sweet transformation sequence out of the deal (complete with yet another Superman allusion when Bart jumps into a telephone booth occupied by journalist Dave Shutton). Also, Lisa's observation, "Too bad we didn't come dressed as popular cartoon characters", is a thing of low-key beauty in itself.

Elsewhere, we get a dark origin story for Patty and Selma, at least as we know them, with the revelation that they once had soft, feminine voices before they took up smoking in their teens and their vocal chords were warped beyond recognition (having covered "Lisa The Beauty Queen" last month, something that leaps out to me about these early Simpsons episodes is how preoccupied the writers were with the topic of cigarettes and their dubious marketing practices - from what we see of the Dirk Richter Radioactive Man series, it's also little more than a stealth Laramie commercial designed to make smoking seem appealing to kids). Marge has only a small role in "Three Men", but she gets an illuminating flashback recounting how she once agreed to become Patty and Selma's slave in exchange for a cut of their allowance, so as to fulfil her dream of owning a child-sized electric lightbulb oven. The story isn't a total bummer, given that Patty and Selma kept their side of the bargain and Marge did eventually get what she wanted, although the twins' newfound nicotine dependency perhaps isn't the only toxic pattern we see being ingrained in this sequence. Wanting to please and take care of the ones she's close to is something that comes completely naturally to Marge (having acquired her swanky new toy, she delights in using it to prepare lightbulb-warmed cookies for her sisters), much as taking advantage of that instinct comes entirely naturally to the ones she's close to. Arguably, there isn't such a massive gulf between her having to cater to the awkward demands of the teenaged Patty and Selma and her having to cater to the equally awkward demands of her family now, with the latter being all the more thankless for not coming with the promise of a lightbulb oven at the end.

The biggest curiosity of the episode has to be the character of Mrs Glick, who feels as though she was being set up to become yet another recurring member of Springfield's ever-growing community, but whose appearances since have been few and far between (although plentiful enough for her to have been killed off at least twice). One would assume that the decision for her to be voiced by a guest performer, the legendary Cloris Leachman, limited what the writers subsequently felt able to do with her. Certainly, Leachman brought a unique energy to the eccentric old biddy, which they were never quite able to replicate later on - off the top of my head, I remember Glick having a cameo in "Two Bad Neighbors" of Season 7, where Tress MacNeille had taken over vocal duties, and where her voice and characterisation seemed indistinguishable from that of Agnes Skinner (angry and kind of screwy). Leachman's Glick has a faintly sinister side (according to the commentary, she was loosely inspired by Miss Haversham from Charles Dickens' Great Expectations, in particular the detail about her wedding dress becoming her mourning dress). She won't take no for an answer when it comes to her stashes of hard ribbon candy, and she seems a little too eager to tip concentrated iodine onto Bart's gardening/cat scratch wounds, in spite of the agony it audibly causes him. Still, she doesn't come off as a wilfully mean character, more oblivious and out of touch with the modern world (though not to the extent that she isn't turned on by its filthy soap operas). Unless she's royally trolling Bart when she hands him his two quarters (which I'm not completely ruling out), she seems genuinely impervious to both her own tight-fistedness and to Bart's bruised indignation (and it is hilarious how she manages to lure out a thank you out of him, quite against his intentions). "Three Men" might be where her role within the Simpsons chronology peaked, but she certainly gives it her all, dominating the second act and coming within a hair's breadth of stealing the entire show.

Ultimately, the big attraction turns out to be the grasping chemistry between Bart, Milhouse and Martin, once Bart has to reckon with the fact that he's not the only desperate young soul out there with his eye on the prize. Martin has also been undertaking a one-man crusade to make the comic his own, and Bart spots him in The Android's Dungeon making a gutsy last ditch effort at haggling with Comic Book Guy. His attempts at accumulating funds (which have included visiting his aunt in the nursing home and fishing coins out of the sewer) have been marginally more successful than Bart's - he has 40 dollars, and he's already at his breaking point. Then Milhouse strolls in with 30 dollars in hand, intending to pick up a completely different artefact of a bygone era - a Carl Yastrzemski Topps from 1973, back when he had those mutton chop sideburns - and it dawns on Bart that if they pooled all of their resources together, they would have enough to buy the comic as a group. Unfortunately, as Comic Book Guy is inexplicably elated to point out, they might have bought more than they bargained for, since they now have to deal with the problem of joint custody (a point he accentuates by immediately closing up his store, illustrating how there's no going back).

It is somewhat surprising to note that "Three Men and A Comic Book" was Milhouse's first major story role, considering that he'd been at Bart's side since before the series proper was even underway, debuting in the first of the Simpsons-Butterfinger collaborations ("I don't have the Butterfinger group!"). By contrast, Martin had already had at least three prior turns in the spotlight (in "Bart The Genius" , "Bart Gets an F" and the subplot of "Lisa's Substitute"), with all of those episodes highlighting what made him Bart's polar opposite (or "natural enemy", in his own words) so it's refreshing to see "Three Men" establishing some common ground in their shared love of Radioactive Man. In the beginning, Martin stood out as one of the show's most domineering presences (in part thanks to Russi Taylor's vigorous vocal performances), and while he would have further major roles to come, such as in "Saturdays of Thunder" of Season 3 and "Bart on The Road" of Season 7, there's no denying that that presence receded as the years went on (a side-effect of the writers becoming less interested in Bart's eye-view of the world than in Homer's) and his characterisation was slightly flattened. The joke shifted to his being an effeminate wimp, as opposed to the feisty, intermittently devious poindexter who could go toe to toe with Bart we see here. It is a shame, since I really enjoy the unique dynamic he brings to Bart's friendship circle in "Three Men"; ostensibly, he's the voice of reason, coming up with practical solutions for how they can agree to share, all while being a manipulative bastard underneath. He cunningly assigns the trio days of the week in which they can each claim ownership of the comic, deliberately ordering things so that he'll get to take the comic home first (and also on a Saturday, which is surely the most desirable day to have it). Milhouse, meanwhile, becomes the docile gamma of the trio who's nonetheless cannier than he lets on (he repeatedly challenges Martin on the holes in his system) and also the one who seems most inclined to actually enjoy their purchase as a comic - his efforts to read it for a second time are blocked by Bart and Martin, who've decided that any further handling of its pages are a no-no. And for what? So that it can be entombed with whichever one of them lives the longest, according to Martin. Once an object of innocent excitement and wonder, the comic has become a disturbance in their childhood paradise; the mystique that surrounded it while it was out of reach inevitably fades and gives way to toxicity and leery possessiveness. Sure, isn't that where fandom culture invariably takes us? 

I've identified "Three Men" as an anti-coming of age story, in which the lead characters fail to become responsible men who make good on their duty of care for their surrogate baby. At the same time, their  third-act clash evolves well beyond the realm of childish squabbling, being more suggestive of some latent savagery from deep within the human psyche, evoking The Treasure of The Sierra Madre (1948) and also Lord of The Flies (Bart addresses a subdued Martin as "Piggy"). When the boys elect to sleep over and keep mutual watch over their trophy, civilisation good as breaks down within their high-up wooden box (comically so, given that they're never far-removed from Marge's microwaved s'mores and whatever mysterious television room Homer is keeping a half-hearted eye on the treehouse from). Bart and Milhouse catch Martin attempting to leave the treehouse to go to the bathroom and insist on binding him to a chair, shortly before coming to physical blows with one another. Milhouse is knocked out of the treehouse, but Bart grabs a hold of his sleeve, just as a gust of wind makes the comic airborne and threatens to blow it into the stormy night. Bart is faced with the final moral choice of whether to prioritise his friend or the comic; Milhouse, meanwhile, gets his stand-out moment, when he ruefully admits that deep down, he never wanted the comic, preferring the mutton chop Yastrzemski card he originally came in for. In the end, Bart decides that their friendship is more valuable than a comic (even a $100 one) and pulls Milhouse to safety, but the universe nevertheless insists on punishing him harshly for his prior twitchiness. It isn't enough for the stray comic to be swept into a muddy puddle and mauled by Santa's Little Helper, it also has to be blasted to pieces by a bolt of lightning, making its destruction feel less like bad luck than some overkill act of divine judgement. Alternatively, you could argue that the bolt of lightning did those kids a favour, since the dratted comic was ultimately nothing but a curse. It didn't have to be, however. Whichever way you slice it, its messy demise is a testament to their squandered potential as care-givers.

"Three Men" risks being a little too on the nose with its moralising, something it slickly circumvents by having the characters reflect on the outcome in a characteristically snide Simpsons fashion, in a way that feels like a direct reversal of the joke at the end of "Bart's Girlfriend" of Season 6. In that episode Bart claims to have learned something but isn't able to articulate what. Here, he's able to articulate the obvious moral takeaway ("We ended up with nothing because the three of us can't share"), but fails to register it as an insight that might inform his decision-making going forward; rather, it's something that just kind of ticks him off. In the peaceful light of dawn we find Bart, Martin and Milhouse attempting the arduous task of recovering and piecing together the comic's remains, but ultimately having to admit defeat and walk away, apparently none the wiser for their experience. And yet there is, as Martin suggests, a kind of natural order to this final arrangement ("Another comic book has returned to the Earth from whence it came"), even if the kids themselves remain largely oblivious. Their precious comic isn't actually dead - rather than being zapped into oblivion, it exists in an abundance of scattered fragments that are being reclaimed by nature in what amounts to an essential part of the healing process, with Mother Earth succeeding where her human offshoots have failed. At the end, we see that shreds of its pages have been collected by a bird (more specifically a dove, in a transparent bit of symbolism) and woven into its nest; the comic thus becomes a valuable investment in the future after all, by providing the basic materials for the nurturing of life. The final word goes to Radioactive Man himself, who closes the episode on a poetic note, by musing that the world is safe again - "but...for how long?". He anticipates both the fragility of the equilibrium, and the lessons that will inevitably need dispensing countless times over.

Wednesday, 13 May 2026

How Deep Is Your Love: Take That's Bizarre Farewell Video

The announcement on 13th February 1996 that UK pop act Take That were no more was one of those moments that defined the passing of childhood for many an 80s baby. 

The news itself did not come as much of a shock, for the pieces were already beginning to crumble. Once a perfectly-assembled quintet, they'd been a man down since the previous summer, when band black sheep Robbie Williams had departed with immense acrimony, and under much tabloid scrutiny. Frontman Gary Barlow, the songwriting talent behind the group, sensed that the time was right for him to cut his remaining bandmates loose and make a bid for his own solo career. Famously, the Samaritans set up special hotlines to counsel distraught fans, and I saw the news reports of teenage girls sobbing and begging their idols not to desert them - although the only anecdote I personally have to share involved a girl at my local youth club who reacted to the breakup by gleefully snapping a Take That pencil into four separate pieces. I'm guessing she was an East 17 diehard.

Still, even if you didn't share in the fans' howling attachment (as I certainly couldn't), it was hard not to feel disconcerted at the announcement, particularly if, like me, you were a kid, and Take That had been around and dominated the charts for such a significant portion of your lifetime that a world without them seemed a little more depleted. I couldn't help but partake in that melancholic sense that things were changing, even as I hid behind a wall of schadenfreude (just not to the same flamboyant degree as my pencil-snapping acquaintance). I was old enough to know that music acts came and went (when was the last time anyone in the UK had given thought to New Kids on The Block, the boy band from across the pond whose success had paved the way for the likes of Take That?), but Take That were one of the biggies, and it was the first time that I had borne witness to a band giving a press conference to say, "That's it, we're done." This wasn't one of those soft-pedalled breakups where decisions to part ways are tempered with insistences that it's just a hiatus to pursue other things, with the door always open for further collaborations. They were very clear that this was where the Take That train would terminate. They had one last bit of unfinished business in the form of their upcoming Greatest Hits release, and its promo single, a cover of the 1977 Bee Gees hit "How Deep Is Your Love", but it would be their absolute last as a unit. Said Barlow: "Unfortunately, the rumors are true. "How Deep Is Your Love" is going to be our last single together, and the Greatest Hits is going to be our last album. And from today, is no more." We were assured that the end of Take That didn't mean the end of the group's stories as individuals, with Barlow being particularly ambitious about jumping into his solo career straight off the bat. Nobody could have been prepared for what was coming right around the corner - that in the twist of separation, it'd be Williams who'd excel at being free - or indeed ten years down the line. Right now it was February 1996 and as we understood it, things were never going to be the same again.

"How Deep Is Your Love" was released on 26th February and, with listeners eager to savour that final flurry of Take That momentum, occupied the top spot of the UK charts for three weeks. Even so, it felt like a curiously modest offering for such a momentous occasion. The band's treatment of the Gibbs' disco-era classic is perfectly nice. As a record there's not a good deal wrong with it, unless you're one of those purists who turns your nose up at covers on principle. But I doubt that many fans are going to rank it among their strongest output, and as the swan song to a glittering career it had the whiff of an anti-climax. Some questioned why they'd chosen to bow out with something as perfunctory as a cover, particularly when their previous single "Never Forget", with its extravagant meditations on the mutually transient nature of youth and celebrity, had felt like it was practically destined to be their grand finale. "How Deep Is Your Love" became the would-be palate cleanser that gave off its own bemusing aftertaste, as sure a sign as any of the band's waned morale post-Williams. But the video was a different story. The video was where all the farewell energy had gone, and it was...a choice, to say the least.

I say "energy", but I'm not sure if that's really an apt word for a video where the band spend the duration in a sedentary position, tied to chairs while a crazed abductor subjects them to various tortures. But it gives the single a sense of finality that the song alone couldn't convey - and that too is quite the choice. On the cheekiest of levels, it saw them coming full circle. Take That had started their career with the BDSM-friendly "Do What U Like", so maybe they'd seen something poetic in the idea of ending with a video themed around bondage. There's none of that joyous jelly-smearing going on here, mind, with "How Deep Is Your Love" being intent on combining two differing, even opposing moods. Director Nick Drandt gives the video a dark and gloomy look that captures the overhanging solemnity of the matter, with the knowledge that we were at the end of an era. But it's also a knowingly silly piece (if in a much moodier, more restrained manner than "Do What U Like") as if the band were aware that they shouldn't take themselves so seriously and that the best thing they could do, under the circumstances, would be to go out with a dash of humour. The abductor, played by model Paula Hamilton, is genuinely creepy, but in the campest of ways. You can tell she's crazy because of the weird panda eyes she's acquired through her excessive use of eyeshadow. And also because she dresses like Cruella de Vil in the latter half of the video, when, not content simply to jab Barlow in the throat with a fork, she takes all four of them out on a road trip and positions them atop a steep slope overlooking a reservoir in Middlesex. She seemingly does an eeny meeny miny moe to select at random which one she's going to torture next, but it's of no surprise when she singles out Barlow yet again. He was the undisputed star of the final curtain, nabbing the lead vocals and leaving Howard Donald, Jason Orange and Mark Owen with little to do on "How Deep Is Your Love" outside of harmonising and looking on in horror. 

What's interesting about the video (aside from how it ends) is its casting of the obsessive fan as the villain, particularly in light of the distress exhibited by the real-world fans at the prospect of having to bid their beloved popsters farewell, at least in their current form. Here, the band are literally held captive and constrained by a fan who would seemingly rather destroy them than let them be free. Obviously, it's an ironic take on the depths of devotion; we have a fan whose passion for Take That is so uncontainable that she needs to keep them roped and duct taped in her basement and make them her personal playthings. But the context of the video also makes the choice of song a lot less arbitrary as a finale. It wasn't just a pretty tune they could cover convincingly, and old enough that their teenaged fanbase wouldn't necessarily be comparing it to the Bee Gees original (unless their mothers had introduced them to Saturday Night Fever). It was a plea to the fans, asking them if they loved them enough that they'd be willing to let them go, let them grow and let them blossom into something else. To bear with them, as they had asked the anonymous 14-year-old who had called into her local media outlet in tears during that fateful press conference, and to embrace change and all the possibilities it might bring. The alternative, the video proposed, would be analogous to keeping the band stagnant and confined, each bound to their assigned positions as part of Take That, for no other purpose other than to suit the fans' needs for comfort and diversion. 

This depiction of Hamilton as a twisted representation of the band's fanbase was not, I believe, intended with any malice. There was a winking wryness to the affair, as is particularly evident in the video's resolution. "How Deep Is Your Love" does not have a bittersweetly triumphant ending, where Hamilton realises the error of her ways and the band goes gracefully into the sunset, promising to make the most of whatever lies ahead on their diverging paths. No, it fades out in the most spectacularly morbid fashion, with Hamilton grabbing Barlow and dangling him over the drop; as he continues to challenge her over the extent of her devotion, we focus on that telltale smudge trailing from one of her panda eyes, a sign of her inner turmoil, until finally she lets him go. As in, she lets him fall from her grasp, and he's apparently about to find out how deep is that reservoir. Donald, Orange and Owen look on in horror, as they've been doing this entire time, while Hamilton stands aghast, struggling to process what she's done, until she takes note of the other band members sitting there, and that sociopathic smile returns as she heads in their direction. You get the impression that she's not one to break up a collection. So that's it. The end. Take That are all dead. Williams might think he's off the hook, but what are the odds that Hamilton will be hunting him down in the aftermath and bringing him to the same location?

A final video in which the group's disbandment was signified through their fictitious murders was certainly a novel means of attempting to tie a bow on the Take That story. You could argue that it was even a misjudged one - I'm not sure how receptive those distraught fans would have been to the implicit humour, or if watching the band's implied demises would have brought them any lick of solace in this darkest of hours. Maybe they'd have preferred something a little more wholesome and reassuring. But for all its macabre quirkiness, there's an emotional honesty about the video that I find intriguing, and admirable. If "Never Forget" was the band's proclamation, loud and victorious, about the exhilaration and precariousness that came with having reached the top of the world, looking down and seeing how far you'd come but also how far you potentially had to fall, "How Deep Is Your Love" was their quieter acknowledgement that the moment had simply passed and there was no going back. It wasn't the mighty bang of a finish that "Never Forget" would have been, but so what? Sometimes a resigned whimper can be as resounding, especially when it's so gloriously weird a whimper as this.

Williams echoed the sentiment (albeit more bitterly) in his 1998 single "No Regrets". By this point he was feeling confident enough as a solo artist to be taking potshots at his former bandmates - while "No Regrets" sounds on the surface like it's detailing the conflicting emotions arising from the breakdown of a more conventional romantic pairing, the lyrics "You're far too short to carry weight" (performed as backing vocals by Neil Tennant of Pet Shop Boys) are often cited as the giveaway that he was airing his dirty laundry with Barlow. And the music video ended with his own implied demise - or at least, that was always my impression at the time. We watch as he abandons a glitzy stage performance and goes on a little meander with a leaking jerry can in hand, leaving a trail of highly flammable liquid behind him; inevitably, it catches fire, and the flames come rushing in his direction as he delivers the dramatic punchline: "I guess the love we once had is officially...DEAD!" Sure, there's an obvious metaphor to be had in there about burned bridges, but it was also my presumption that he was about to be engulfed by an inferno of his own making - the imagery is a little more abstract compared to Barlow's demise in "How Deep Is Your Love", but the detonating of that final whammy right as the flames are at his heels has us exiting on a note of hair-raising dread. For although Williams crowed about being a survivor ("Suppose it's just a point of view, but they tell me I'm doing fine"), the song made plain that he actually harboured a myriad of regrets about the situation ("If I could just stop hating you, I'd feel sorry for us instead"). He'd like the Take That moment to have resolved differently, but he concurred that it was over and there was no going back. 

The funny thing is, of course, that the sentiment would prove incorrect on both sides of the equation. Sometimes a moment that seems permanently faded does come back around, if not necessarily in any great hurry. The years that followed Take That's split would be punishing for Barlow. He didn't really go plummeting into a watery grave, but he was forced to retreat into the wilderness when his solo career didn't take off the way he'd hoped, despite an auspicious start, and could only watch as Williams ascended to a level of mega stardom that most musicians only dream of. By the end of 1996 the vacant spot Take That had left as the faces of British pop had been claimed by the Spice Girls, with the success of "Wannabe" indicating that listeners had an appetite for something with a little more brashness; it took Williams a few goes to get it right, but the public responded to the cheeky personality he brought to his output, all while Barlow struggled to stay afloat. The black sheep had had his revenge and then some, and for a time it looked as though the rest of Take That were destined to become mere footnotes in Williams' saga, the world seemingly happy to leave them dumped and decomposing at the bottom of that lonely reservoir in Middlesex. Then in late 2006, more than a decade after the split and "How Deep Is Your Love", Barlow, Donald, Orange and Owen were able to crawl back out of their metaphorical quarry and pull off one of the most impressive comebacks in pop history. Their new single, "Patience", was a major hit, topping the UK charts for four weeks and picking up the prize for Best British Single at the 2007 Brit Awards. In the end those assurances to the tearful 14-year-old who'd been asked to bear with them were no bluff, even if the journey had been a far twistier one than either the band or the fans could have anticipated. And although Williams initially declined to be part of the reunion, even he was won over by the goodwill it engendered, reconciling with his bandmates and updating the final punchline of "No Regrets" to "ALIVE!"

All of which retroactively changes the meaning of the "How Deep Is Your Love" video. It ceases to be an allegory for the band's demise, but rather their temporary casting into irrelevance, as well as a haunting peek into an alternate timeline where this might indeed have been our perturbing adieu. But it certainly does capture the rockiness of its moment.

Saturday, 9 May 2026

Guided Muscle (aka Incredulous Coyotes Need Not Apply)

If I were to pick out one short that, for me, represented the absolute cream of the Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner crop, I'd inevitably go to Chuck Jones' 1955 masterpiece Guided Muscle, a choice that I'll confess has relatively little to do with the coyote's endeavours to stop that infernal ground cuckoo in its tracks. Guided Muscle is like an exquisite sandwich, its filling wedged between two particularly flavoursome slices of bread. The filling is still an essential and gratifying part of the experience, but it's the bread I'm really here for. As a young child, I had Guided Muscle on a VHS tape along with eight other Coyote and Road Runner shorts (part of a series of Looney Tunes releases put out by Videolog to coincide with Bug Bunny's 50th birthday); it always stood out to me as the single biggest oddity of that collection, all on account of how it was bookended, with an opening sequence I found strangely unsettling (in the best possible way) and a closing punchline that for a long while just left me baffled. We might as well start with the ending, for it is the juicier of the two - after suffering one defeat too many in his ever-fruitless pursuit of the road-runner and becoming charred by an explosion he had devised, set up and activated, a visibly irate Wile withdraws from the chase, producing a sign that reads, "Wanted: One gullible coyote. Apply to Manager of this theater." He then signs off by pulling the "That's All Folks!" card across the screen. Cue "Merry-Go-Round Broke Down".

What's going on here might seem blatantly obvious to adult eyes, but appreciate that, at seven years old, this was a difficult joke for me to wrap my head around for three different reasons:

  1. I was unaware of some of the ways in which American English differed from British English, and couldn't be 100% certain that a "theater" was actually the same thing as a "theatre". On top of which, I would have been thinking of a theatre in terms of a playhouse rather than a cinema.
  2. At that age, I also had no idea what "gullible" meant.
  3. Like a lot of children who grew up watching Looney Tunes shorts on television or VHS, I had little inkling of how old they actually were, or of the fact that they hailed from another era completely, where cartoons were screened theatrically before feature films. I would have assumed that they were made for television like every other cartoon I was in the business of watching. Gags where characters interacted with a film strip and a white screen still made a degree of sense (I appreciated that the characters were bending reality and going beyond the confines of their world), but something like this I had no real reference for.

Eventually I figured out that what Wile was doing here was tending his resignation, and over time all of the other details became clear. It (briefly) put the fanciful, none-too-serious notion into my head that it wasn't necessarily the same coyote we saw chasing the road-runner in every short - Guided Muscle was only the third cartoon on this tape, so did that mean for that the remaining six we were seeing how that gullible new applicant was faring? A darker thought crossed my mind that the coyote perhaps wasn't surviving some of the more extreme of his backfired schemes and was being repeatedly replaced by lookalikes in between shorts (I mean, doppelgangers were out there - just look to the Ralph Wolf shorts). On that note, how could I be certain it was even the same road-runner being chased every time? What if the coyote was obtaining the occasional victory when no one was watching and new specimens were coming along to fill the void? After all, this is the closest a Looney Tunes series got to replicating the kind of set-up you saw in nature documentaries (the constant use of Acme products notwithstanding) - the subjects didn't talk and were observed in their natural habitat, engaging in the same age-old battle of hunger vs elusiveness that's defined the rhythm of life for countless generations of predator and prey. The individual participants were constantly changing, even if the basic narrative remained the same. Obviously, I appreciate that none of that idle thinking holds water, for Looney Tunes shorts typically adhere to their own self-contained continuity. What happens in one is unlikely to have any direct bearing on the next. Case in point, Guided Muscle was already the seventh of the coyote vs road-runner shorts, yet the opening sequence gives the impression that Wile is encountering Road and getting acquainted with his incredible acceleration for the very first time. In that regard, I like the way in which it tells a complete story and how the opening and closing sequences, while they may not directly echo one another, show Wile's fixation coming full circle. 

The intention behind the opening sequence was much less of a puzzle to me as a child - that Wile was apparently desperate enough to be preparing a discarded tin can as a meal spoke volumes about his impoverishment and how badly he was eating in general - but it always disturbed me, even if he ultimately stops short of attempting to eat this most exotic of delicacies. What makes the sequence so glorious is how beautifully straight it's initially played, with the coyote going about his business with the can as if this were the most normal behaviour on Earth. There's no hint of any kind of craze or desperation in his eyes. It's only when he sits down to try cutting the damned thing with a knife and fork that his expression warps into something significantly more exaggerated, as the grim reality of his situation sinks in. The abruptness of this transition is what really spooked me about this sequence, not least for how Wile breaks the fourth wall, shooting his demoralised gaze directly at the viewer as if the awareness that he's being watched has made him self-conscious of his own wretchedness. He cannot face his audience and degrade himself any further. There is, in addition, an excessive amount of red around Wile's eyes during this particular moment, due to what I presume to an inking error, but it adds fortuitously to the overall uncanniness of the scene. Another detail I particularly love is the broken bottle of pink liquid positioned to the right of the coyote's dinner plate that's obviously intended to give the appearance of a fine rosé wine, although who knows it actually contains? Wile discards it along with the can, indicating that whatever it was, it likely wasn't more palatable.

Wile's assigned Latin name, Eatibus almost anythingus, informs us that he isn't exactly a picky eater, but we've already witnessed where his limits lie. He's not reckless enough to try forcing something as inedible as a tin can (no matter how thoroughly boiled) through his digestive system. By the same token, he decides at the end of the short that he isn't reckless enough to keep pursuing the road-runner and suffering injury after injury in his attempt to pinpoint some kind of fatal chink in the bird's armour - to do so would be as delusional as his prior belief that he could cure his hunger pains by chowing down discarded tin cans. The problem of his hunger remains unresolved, but he he's least seen the futility of his chasing and taken a step back (for now, anyhow). I will admit, even if the ending is no longer a point of confusion to me, that there is a degree to which I still find it somewhat troubling, specifically in the notice's request for a "gullible" coyote. There is subtle humor in the implication that the hypothetical applicant would have to be self-aware enough to recognise themselves as gullible, but it also indicates that the position is to be regarded as a trap, raising questions about who is the predator in this scenario and who is the real prey. Although Wile initially sees Road as his salvation, he is in fact the perfect bait, luring Wile ever deeper down the path of Sisyphean endeavour. He's on a quest to attain the unattainable, doing things a little differently every time, determined to keep going long after he's exhausted every possible option. It's what makes the scrawny fleabag so endearing. But it's also what, according to Chuck Jones, in the series of (contested) rules he reportedly laid out for the series, makes him such a thoroughgoing fanatic, citing George Santayana's definition of the fanatic as "one who redoubles his effort when he has forgotten his aim."

It's in Wile's apparent resignation at the end of Guided Muscle that we see shades of the grind experienced by the coyote's aforementioned doppelganger, Ralph Wolf, with the implication that his designated role as the predator in this equation is a job like any other. Of course, the Sam and Ralph shorts were entirely firm on where the boundaries lay between the characters' personal and professional lives, by having the wolf and sheepdog drop their antagonistic demeanours the second the clock struck 5pm and head off home to their neat suburban houses, wishing each other well for the evening. In Wile's case, and in spite of Jones' insistence that he could stop any time if he weren't a fanatic, it's not clear if walking away is even an option. Compared to Sam and Ralph, there is no other world for him to retreat to, and no differentiation between the characters' assumed and "real" personas. What does the coyote even have to do in his sparse terrain other than to fixate on catching the road-runner (or experiment with tin cans)? Something I've always enjoyed about the Coyote and Road Runner shorts is their purity - the characters never ventured beyond their stretch of the desert and for the most part seemed to be the only inhabitants that actually dwelt there. Rarely do other parties get involved, the only persistent hint of a world that exists beyond coming in the supply of Acme products that Wile is (inexplicably) able to have sent his way, and even then, their products appear to exist purely in service of the coyote's endeavours, given their peculiar and often niche nature. One of my favourite gags in Guided Muscle occurs when Wile resolves to try tarring and feathering the road-runner and consults a publication entitled How To Tar And Feather A Road Runner; the existence of such a book should be ludicrous enough in itself, but the subtitle indicating that demand for the book is such that it's already in its 10th printing takes the joke to the next level. Another sequence involves an outside intrusion in the form of the red truck that comes thundering down the narrow road Wile has just greased, although you get the uncanny impression that this truck (not unlike that from the movie Duel) exists not as a means of mobility for any flesh and blood participant of some broader universe, but as force of calamity pulled from nowhere to inflict further misfortune upon our hero. The road runs throughout the desert, not as a means for travellers to pass through it, but foremost to the lay the grounds for the ongoing chase (such conditions are, after all, demanded by the very name that one of the parties bears, both as an individual and as a species).

One of the great underlying absurdities of the Sam and Ralph shorts was in the question of who was actually employing the two canines to go to war with one another on a daily basis from 8 to 5 - the depiction of a sheepdog as a working stiff made a degree of sense, but what kind of sheep farming business would also be hiring a wolf to stir up conflict within that time? One interpretation is that it's all being orchestrated for the benefit of the viewer, so that we could derive amusement from their ostensible enmity, until they've fulfilled the day's quota for cartoon mayhem and get to retire for the night. The ending to Guided Muscle, with its more explicit reference to the physical space from which the short's original audience would have observed the action, has Wile exhibiting such a self-awareness that entertaining the viewer is own his raison d'être, acknowledging that his giving up on Road Runner requires another coyote to take this place. Such is our fascination with seeing a malnourished coyote suffer endless pratfalls in pursuit of a terrestrial cuckoo. I like to think that by the end of the short he's dropped more than just the delusion that the road-runner is a viable quarry. Up until now, Wile has obviously regarded the viewer as his ally and confidant, judging by the series of gestures and glances he directs toward the camera as he goes about his predatory business. The first of his ill-fated schemes, which involves affixing an arrowhead to his nose and firing himself with a large bow, contains a particularly harrowing (and hilarious) moment where he turns his head elatedly toward the viewer, expecting them to share in his excitement that things are running according to plan, only to get blind-sided by the saguaro cactus directly in front of him (which proceeds to fall off of a cliff, taking him down with it). His trust in the audience is flagrantly misplaced. In the end, Wile appears to have fallen out of love with the viewer as much as he has the concept of consuming Road, having seen though the exploitative nature of their relationship. Any coyote applying to fill in his position would need to be gullible, not just in the belief that they can actually catch the road-runner, but in the belief that showbiz is glamorous and the audience is on their side and not deriving a tremendous kick from their ill fortune.

Conversely, the coyote is also the party with whom the viewer overwhelmingly identifies, which makes that relationship an intrinsically masochistic one. By now it's pretty well-established that if you were rooting for the road-runner, you were doing it wrong, when it's Wile who possesses all of the attractive qualities. The vulnerabilities, the drive to attain something better than the hand life dealt him, and the dogged attachment to his beloved pipe dream, no matter how thoroughly and repeatedly the universe insists on bending to beat it out of him. He keeps going, hoping that with enough persistence and variation he will procure a better result and taste the kind of success the world seems intent on denying him. For that reason, he has our sympathies, and it's easy to see in him a mirror to our own fallibilities, adding an extra shade to the coyote's final implication of the audience in Guided Muscle. By evoking the audience's immediate space, and indicating that the application process would be happening right there within their very theatre, he is evoking the viewer's own potential as a candidate to take his place. The short ends with the insinuation that the viewer, like the coyote, is at risk of becoming caught in a trap of their own making. The bait is laid out right in front of them, even as it calls attention to its deceptive nature with its specification for a gullible applicant. Of course, the signage also specifies that the applicant should be a coyote (this part is underlined for emphasis), which would appear to automatically disqualify all of us non-coyotes in the theatre. But perhaps we could become coyotes, if only a figurative sense. Scrawny little underdogs who believe we deserve better and won't let that light of tenacity go out, even as the odds are perpetually stacked against us. How do we know when we've crossed the slippery line from hard graft and determination into self-destructive obsession? If eating discarded tin cans is our only alternative, does it make any difference either way? 

Wednesday, 29 April 2026

Logo Case Study: Pixar's Luxo Lamp

2026 marks the fortieth anniversary of Pixar's founding (when the Graphics Group, a special effects team that made up part of Lucasfilm's Computer Division, was acquired by Steve Jobs and established as an independent company), so what better time to pay tribute to the plucky little desk lamp who's been attached to their output for as long as they've been making feature films?

I can remember a time when the existence of Luxo Jr. was a secret, an intriguing little Easter egg you'd be rewarded with should you make it all the way through the closing credits on the VHS release of Toy Story. Nowadays, we're fully accustomed to the lamp popping in at the start of each Pixar release as well as after, but that wasn't the case with their premier feature. Although Toy Story was heavily touted in its marketing as the first completely computer-animated feature film, Pixar themselves had essentially no brand recognition among the general public in the mid-1990s, and there does seem to have been a mindset that it should be packaged foremost as a Disney film - as something bold, new and exciting, but under the warmth and familiarity of the Disney banner. On the original print of Toy Story, the Disney logo had the opening all to itself, while the Pixar logo was tucked away discreetly at the tail-end of the picture. And quite frankly, that's where little Luxo thrived. For me, the hopping lamp was poetic, a perfectly quirky manifestation of the fact that we were venturing a little far beyond our comfort zone and were getting dangerously close to the spooky oblivion that awaited at the end of every VHS tape. He came bounding into view, eager to play with the I in the text that spelled out the company's name, only for these larks to be cut short by the I's inability to withstand his rambunctious thumping atop it, before some unseen power turned the lights out on him. Luxo Jr., now substituting for the ravaged I, would direct his bulb toward the camera (his eye, for all intents and purposes, so a possible visual pun), emitting a final warm glow into the abyss, before that too was extinguished with a genial click. At the time, Disney were in the business of inserting extra previews at the end of their tapes, so we still had a couple of items to get through before we would also be plunged into total blackness (in this case, a promo for the few blessed Disney releases that got to live permanently outside of the vault, and an ad for an interactive Toy Story CD Rom that supposed that Woody and Buzz might emerge from your PC screen as soon as you left the room), but the refuge and excitement of the main feature was now behind us. I can think of few closing logos that quite so slickly captured that feeling of "Show's over, eject" as the frisky desk lamp that saw out Toy Story.

Of course, as Pixar's stature in the entertainment industry grew there was no reason to keep Luxo confined to the pictures' sign-offs, and he became a familiar, reassuring sight in their introductions as well (including updated prints of the first Toy Story). For the most part, the sequence works as aptly as an opener, with the enthusiasm the lamp exhibits at the prospect of getting to tamper with the Pixar lettering mirroring the audience's anticipation for whatever experience the studio is about to serve up next. All the same, an important distinction was maintained between the opening and closing versions of the logo, indicating that the powers that be were entirely aware of the special power the lamp's antics had exuded at the end of their original feature. In the standard opening version of the logo, the sequence simply fades to black as Luxo's gaze turns directly toward the cinema. The intense glow in the darkness and the concluding click happen only in the end version, preserving their association with that sense of finality. I will admit to being a total purist when it comes to the latter version of the logo, meaning that I strongly disapprove of any variant in which music from the end-credits continues to play as little Luxo makes his entrance. I don't mind one iota when the reverse occurs, and the opening version of the logo is overlaid with the score from the film's beginnings, but as I see it, the sound design is too quintessential a part of the closing experience to jettison. It wasn't just the click and the total immersion in darkness that signalled that we'd reached the end of this particular journey. Every last thud and squishing sound that accompanied Luxo's movements, in addition to making the logo feel all the more alive, also emphasised the vast emptiness of the space around him, like he was hopping around a deserted venue after everyone else at Pixar had packed up and gone home for the night. The narrative I always projected onto the sequence was that Luxo was looking to eke a scrap of added enjoyment from the experience, not wanting the thrill of the feature we'd just watched be over, but his efforts were brought to an abrupt halt once he'd obliterated the I, at which point he was left shut inside the Pixar studio as the last of the employees switched off the lights. Which perhaps sounds a little bleak, but I was fairly confident that the last click was voluntary, and that Luxo was embracing in the darkness, signifying the completion of this particular Pixar project, and the promise of the next one to come. The lamp wasn't deserted, merely dormant.

I know that there are a number of folks out there who report finding Luxo Jr. unnerving in their school-aged years, on account of that fourth wall-breaking moment where he surveys you with his glowing, inhuman "eye", but in the main I think his impact on viewers was overwhelmingly disarming. I was utterly fascinated by the character - never mind toys, there was something innately beautiful in the suggestion that desk lamps could be brought to life and exhibit playful personalities. It all made sense, for you could look at a desk lamp and pick out the outline of a creature, with a head, elongated neck and foot, and Pixar were really able to make the most of that, imbuing their subject with a convincing heart and motion without the need to implement additional anthropomorphic features. It's all in the movements and the gestures - the eager spontaneity as he races into the picture and the lettering appears to catch his attention, the frantic confusion as he attempts to pinpoint the flattened I, and the stunned abashment with which his displacement of the unfortunate letter sinks in. Meanwhile, the various little creaks and clangs emitted by Luxo's metallic form are assertions of his fundamental otherness; in working within the limitations of something as inanimate and inhuman as a lamp, Pixar managed to give him a vitality and expressiveness that is uniquely his own. The patch of light that accompanies Luxo and is carefully matched to his every movement (a demonstration of Pixar's capacity to have light and shadow interact with their computer-generated landscapes) is another invaluable touch. 

At the time, I was vaguely aware that the character had originated from a short film, Luxo Jr. (John Lassester, 1986), thanks to a documentary I'd seen close to the UK release of Toy Story in the spring of 1996. I'm pretty sure Luxo Jr. came up somewhere in that, although my main interest in said documentary had been in getting glimpses of the upcoming feature and a lot of the background information went over my head (still, I've distinct memories of gasping when they played the test footage Lasseter had prepared for a proposed adaptation of Where The Wild Things Are, and being properly gutted when they subsequently indicated that the project had been canned). Like many people, I didn't see the short in its entirety until it did the theatrical rounds, attached to Pixar's 1999 release Toy Story 2 (though it had previously been available on the 1996 VHS release Tiny Toy Stories), with added text explaining that "This is why we have a hopping lamp in our logo", as if it had been a matter of serious confusion beforehand. Originally created as a technical demonstration of what the Pixar Image Computer could do, it creates an irresistible narrative, cramming a lot into its efficient two minute running time - the bond between Luxo Jr. and his "parent" lamp Luxo Sr., Luxo Jr.'s education on death, or at least consequence (thankfully, the ball he flattens doesn't actually appear to be alive), and the endearing visual punchline where Jr. rebounds from his setback and with the renewed confidence to take on an even bigger escapade in the form of that beach ball. Some of the narrative detail from the short was transplanted directly into the logo - notably Junior flattening the I in the same manner in which he does the smaller ball, although in the original short it was Luxo Sr. who made the fourth wall-breaking gesture of looking directly to the camera. The electrical cord that trailed Luxo Jr. in the original short (another crucial feature in establishing the characters' "lampness") was not incorporated into the logo, presumably in the interests of greater fluidity.

The logo worked its magic, implanting the Pixar brand name firmly inside my skull and getting me genuinely excited for what might be next on the studio's horizon. It offered such an intriguing contrast to Disney's logo - one was elegant and grandiose, while the other was quirky and ultra-modern - making it clear early on that Pixar's output was going to have a touch and character quite distinct from that of the Mouse. It was likewise a much busier logo than the grey shape that had accompanied Pixar's preceding projects, boldly announcing that a new dynamic era had begun. Mind you, the Beveled Square with a Dent still has its charm. It seems like such a primitive piece of computer animation now, but once upon a time it was the future.

Sunday, 26 April 2026

Lisa The Beauty Queen (aka T Is For Her Tooth-Filled Mouth)

Something I very rarely talk about in these Simpsons episode coverages are the couch gags, but I couldn't let the one preceding "Lisa The Beauty Queen" (9F02) pass without comment. It's a sequence that I'm sure tells a fascinating story - we enter the living room to find Maggie already seated on the couch, as Homer, Marge and Bart rush past her, overshooting their mark so drastically that they almost run off the film strip altogether and into the white abyss beyond, only to pivot in the nick of time and make it back to the couch, at which point Lisa finally shows up and takes her place beside them. Even as a child, the gag always stood out to me as weirdly incomplete. The intention is clear and charming enough. It's a tribute to the kinds of fourth wall-breaking antics that were endemic to the golden age of animation, in which characters would appear to wittily interact with their theatrical surroundings (for one such example, see the ending to the 1948 Bugs Bunny short Rabbit Punch). But it always seemed profoundly odd that only Homer, Marge and Bart were permitted to participate in the homage, when ordinarily the family are in these couch gags as a team. Wouldn't it have made more sense for all five of them to have run off the strip in unison? What is the purpose of having Maggie already seated, and Lisa appearing only when the joke's already over? Unless there's an additional reference that I'm missing, I would hazard a guess that something went awry with the animation in this sequence, and that removing Lisa and Maggie from the main action was done either as a cost-cutting measure, as a result of the full sequence not being completed in time, or perhaps because the effect simply looked too cluttered with all five characters running off the strip at once. The pairing of couch gags and episodes is usually arbitrary, but doesn't it have that extra tang of curiosity that Lisa should be good as omitted from the sequence before an episode she headlines?

"Lisa The Beauty Queen" was in an interesting position when it debuted on October 15th 1992, arriving at a time when The Simpsons was undergoing something of a tonal retooling. There is, in my opinion, a discernible gulf between "A Streetcar Named Marge", the last holdover from Season 3, and "Homer The Heretic", the first of the Season 4 batch proper, signalling the end of one era in the series' history and the dawn of another. "Streetcar" was as bold and ambitious an episode as The Simpsons had ever attempted at that stage, but its foremost strengths lay in the quieter, melancholic qualities that had grounded the family's earlier adventures, and in that regard it plays like a finale to the show's original phase (the point at which, in a parallel universe, it might plausibly have bowed out for good). "Heretic", meanwhile, loudly announced the direction the series would be taking in Al Jean and Mike Reiss's second year as showrunners - brash, outlandish, and driven more by gags than emotional honesty or plotting (notice how dragged out the resolution is, once Ned has saved Homer from the blaze?). Following it up with a relatively unassuming entry like "Lisa The Beauty Queen" was a smart neutralising move, demonstrating that this new era was still capable of crafting sensitive dramas that were in tune with the characters' vulnerabilities, even if they didn't hit quite the same melancholic notes as before. "Lisa The Beauty Queen" isn't exactly the most down-to-earth of Simpsons yarns - some of that trademark Jean-Reiss outlandishness seeps its way in, including a plot development that, at the time, might have been the darkest in the show's history - but it approaches a relatable topic in a meaningful way, exploring Lisa's quest to recover her self-esteem when it is brutally eviscerated by the sketchy dealings of a carnival cartoonist. Homer's solution is to enter Lisa in a local children's beauty pageant, believing that a girl as beautiful as her couldn't possibly lose. Lisa has her reservations but is persuaded to go along with Homer's plan and, with the support of her family, rises brilliantly to the occasion. Unfortunately, the pageant is being funded by a cigarette company, Laramie Cigarettes, who unbeknownst to her have a more sinister ulterior motive than simply circumventing advertising restrictions, in hoping to bag themselves an eminent young spokesperson for a campaign explicitly aimed at getting children into smoking.

On the DVD commentary, the crew joke about how the episode lacks a consistent through line, observing how it lurches from offering a humorous look at the world of child beauty pageants into an outspoken attack on the cigarette industry - which, as they concede, was hardly the bravest of possible targets (Jean notes that networks allowed you to go after cigarettes because they couldn't advertise on television, but a similar diatribe would never have been permitted toward the alcohol industry). It's clear that the beauty pageant story didn't yield enough material to run past the second act and they needed to manufacture a way to keep it going for a few more minutes, hence the participation of Jack Laramie. But as a journey for Lisa I've always felt that it made perfect sense - she's so desperate to gain the town's approval that she's willing to go along with all of these dumb and performative rituals, until she's thrown into a scenario so egregiously wrong that she can't ignore it. What the cigarette angle does mean is that Jeff Martin's script gets to go somewhat easy on the subject of child beauty pageants, regarding them as more of a smokescreen to an evil than an evil in themselves. There have certainly been far more cut-throat depictions in other media - compared to, say, the pageant featured in the movie Little Miss Sunshine (2006), the Little Miss Springfield contest seems like a positively wholesome occasion, a celebration of the town's radiant young girls and their individual talents. If not for that insidious cigarette sponsorship, you might wonder what the harm is. But then this was 1992, and while child pageants had long attracted attracted their share controversy, they weren't quite so hot buttoned an issue at the time. A few years on, and public perception would take a massive swing toward the negative following the murder of JonBenét Ramsey, a six-year-old girl in Colorado who had been very active in the pageant scene, but for now the general aura was a little more innocent. The greatest charge The Simpsons sees fit to level against such competitions is that they are highly vacuous and patently ridiculous affairs, being baby versions of the Miss America competition the family were watching a couple of episodes back in "A Streetcar Named Marge". Ideally, they're not exactly the first place you'd want to go if you're seeking reassurance about your physical appearance, something else that gets jokingly acknowledged on the commentary, but perhaps Lisa's ability to weather that particular challenge is a testament to something else entirely.

Lisa's crisis originates over something ostensibly small, but the hurt it causes is completely palpable. She pays to have a caricature drawn of herself at the Springfield Elementary carnival, and is aghast at the result, which she interprets as an accurate representation of how the rest of the world sees her. By the nature of the beast, anybody who signs up to be caricatured can expect to come out looking a little bit silly, but this specific cartoonist has taken a troublingly crude approach that makes zero attempt to flatter her, depicting her as goofy, wall-eyed and causing a miniature boy to flee in terror. Every time I watch this episode, I'm always astounded at the sheer callousness of this guy, since he is well within earshot when Lisa draws the expressed conclusion that she's ugly, and he does nothing to reassure her. Implying that it actually was his intention to make her feel that way? Or that he'd sooner she arrived at that conclusion than the more obvious one, which is that he's just a lousy artist? Either way, not a good look for him. It does make you wish that the giant pack of cigarettes that shows up in the third act had landed on him as well as Menthol Moose. What's more, there are a bunch of onlookers, kids and adults alike, who laugh uproariously at the drawing, and while it's not clear if they're laughing at Lisa or just the inaneness of the caricature, the fact that they're partaking in the humiliation of an eight-year-old child, who won't have the resilience to shrug this off, is seemingly of no odds to them. In reality, Lisa is no more freakish-looking than the next Springfieldian, but the damage is done. A subsequent scene shows her checking out her reflection on the underside of a spoon; it shows an obviously distorted image, but by this point there is no distinguishing between that distortion and how she perceives herself in her own mind. 

Elsewhere at the carnival, we find Skinner being accosted by a team of Disneyland lawyers for his infringement of their trademarked slogan, "The happiest place on Earth" - and yes, it is difficult to watch this sequence nowadays without musing on the irony that Disney has since gotten its hands on The Simpsons, along with a formidable proportion of popular culture, in spite of some of the anti-Disney sentiments they once cheekily expounded. My favourite joke, which might not have been intentional, is the sneaky, misshapen way they've drawn the Mickey Mouse ears on the blue-haired lawyer's briefcase, so that the series as it stood in 1992 wouldn't court any actual accusations of copyright infringement, and to my mind it kind of looks like a nuclear reactor symbol (coincidence, or underhanded satire on the animators' part?). Homer, meanwhile, is having a prosperous time of it, winning first prize in the school raffle, a ride on a Duff-themed blimp (a rare occasion on which he's able to one-up Ned Flanders, who has to settle for the raffle's second prize in the form of a shoe buffer). His elation is undercut when he realises how miserable Lisa is about her caricature, and is unable to convince her that she shouldn't see herself in that way - she dismisses his encouragement as the kind of meaningless babble that all parents are obligated to say to their children, even as he proves his point by asking his own emotionally abusive father to comment on his appearance ("Dad, am I cute as a bug's ear?" "No, you're homely as a mule's butt!"). He tries consulting Moe for advice, but Moe insists (somewhat suspiciously) that he has no experience in feeling unattractive. Then, a promotion for the upcoming Little Miss Springfield pageant feels like a godsend, for what better way to lift Lisa out of her despair than for her to compete and be crowned the winner, thus demonstrating how beautiful she really is? The possibility that it might not work out that way never so much as crosses his mind. He believes so strongly in the idea and is so determined to put his daughter first that he's willing to fund the extortionate $250 entry fee by selling his ticket for the Duff blimp to Barney, who has recently been making a killing as a human guinea pig.

Although the Homer-Lisa dynamic isn't exactly front and centre for a large chunk of the "Beauty Queen" narrative, it is where the emotional thrust of the episode lies, cementing it as part of an already rich tradition of stories dedicated to demonstrating how these two characters, who on the surface seldom appear to be on the same wavelength, could be bound by such a fundamental tenderness. Previous entries had tended to focus on Homer's repeated failure to meet his daughter's needs, either because he was too apathetic in general ("Lisa's Substitute"), unable to prioritise them ("Lisa's Pony") or exploiting them for his own selfish ends ("Lisa The Greek"). "Beauty Queen" offers an interesting variation on the formula, with Homer once again putting Lisa's feelings on the line through a questionable decision, but his heart is always shown to be in the right place. His actions, while boneheaded, are driven by a steadfast belief in his daughter's worthiness of taking that crown - when Marge puts it to him that the judges are going to hold Lisa to a very different standard to a parent, he responds in the most grotesque yet wholesomely loving of terms: "If I could gouge out somebody else's eyes and shove them into my sockets I would, but to me she's beautiful." What's more, he is actually vindicated by the episode's end; by then, even Homer can't fathom what he was thinking when he filled out the application, supposing that he must have been drunk, but Lisa assures him that he has, in his unorthodox way, enabled her to see herself more positively. She stops short of explaining why she feels better about herself and doesn't resent the final arrangement, which is a big part of what makes the ending so impactful. It isn't exactly hard to figure out, but the episode's final message feels all the more valid for the fact that it is essentially shown and not told. 

More than just a Homer and Lisa story, "Beauty Queen" is really a tale of how all of the family is able to come together to help one of their own in a time of crisis. I'm not sure how readily I swallow the specific moment where Marge persuades a reluctant Lisa to participate in the pageant by explaining how Homer funded her application - it feels reminiscent of the scene from "Lisa's Pony" where Marge comes clean with Lisa about the financial realities of owning a horse and the sacrifices made by Homer for Princess's upkeep, except in this instance Lisa didn't ask to be entered into the pageant, nor did Homer consult her before making the application, so it seems unfair that she should feel pressured into shouldering any of the responsibility. Not to mention that this is a major 180 from Marge's earlier stance that entering an insecure Lisa into a contest of this nature was a dicey proposition at best. You've got to keep the story moving somehow, but I think it might have felt more authentic if Lisa had discovered how Homer got the money and made the decision to take part on her own terms (alternatively, have Homer's sacrifice be framed as a testament to how much he believes in her, rather than something she potentially owes him for). Otherwise, the episode is a shining example of Simpsons solidarity at its mightiest, with all of the family getting to play their part in Lisa's becoming a force to be reckoned with. Marge takes her to a salon to show her to how to make the most of her appearance, Maggie role plays as her opponent in practice sessions, while Bart teaches her several cosmetic hacks that he's inexplicably well-versed in ("taping a swimsuit to your butt, petroleum jelly on your teeth for that frictionless smile, and the ancient art of padding"). He also points out that it is a much awkwarder business for siblings to pay compliments to one another than it is parents to their children, but assures Lisa that she isn't ugly. Amid all this preparation work are various smaller character moments, including the continuation of a running gag where Homer will make some teasing allusion to what we presume to be Bart's sexual innocence, only for us to get a direct window into Homer's thought processes and it to be revealed that he wasn't thinking about sex at all (prior examples showed up in "The War of The Simpsons" and "The Otto Show"). On the flip side, there's an early instance of another running gag that allows us to glimpse into Marge's thoughts and her private lusting over male celebrities (in this case professional golfer Jack Nicklaus), and I'm not sure, but Bart's surprising mastery of the high-heeled strut might be the first occasion on which we've seen him cross-dress. It certainly wouldn't be the last.

With the support of her family, Lisa's confidence slowly regenerates, giving her the moxie to put her all into the pageant, although at this stage she continues to fall victim to the fallacy that her self-worth should be staked on whether or not she can actually win. Her chances of doing so seem in doubt when she learns that she'll be competing against one Amber Dempsey, a seasoned beauty pageant contestant with such mass appeal that she was crowned Pork Princess in the same week as she became Little Miss Kosher. The figure of Amber is about as cut-throat as "Beauty Queen" is prepared to get in its lampooning of child beauty pageants. All things considered, she is a fairly mild caricature of the kind of kid who gets dragged around the pageant circuit (one of the major controversies surrounding child beauty pageants has to do with the sexualisation of contestants, and Bart's padding remark notwithstanding, this is something the episode steers well clear of, with Amber's presentation being cutesy rather than sexualised), but she's also the kind of pandering little terror who can get to the top through the most egregiously hollow of tactics, jeopardising all of Lisa's hard work with a single bat of her illegally-implanted eyelashes (well, not illegal in Paraguay). I do wonder if the episode might have gotten a little more mileage out of the pageant side of the story if it had delved a little more into the psychology of her character - as it is, Amber is really more of a plot device, getting only minimal dialogue (courtesy of Lona Williams, who worked as a writing assistant on the series) and barely any interaction with Lisa. Then again, it may be the point that she never comes off as very much more than a vacuous, perfectly plastic baby doll whose only real function is to flutter her eyelids up and down in an endearing fashion, making it especially galling that she should have the edge over a performance as impassioned as Lisa's. (I also like the small glimpses we get of Amber's mother from the sidelines, looking every bit as glitzy as her daughter, which I guess tells its own story.) The only other contestant who gets any degree of focus during the pageant is Apu's niece Pahusacheta, a relatively obscure character who would later get another speaking cameo in "Grade School Confidential" of Season 8, and whose valiant efforts to perform the entirety of "McArthur Park" on the tabla win her little support among the audience, but do enable Krusty, on top form as the pageant's presenter, to make one of his most hilarious observations (for years, "That just kept going, huh?" became something of a stock response in my household to anything interminable). Also of note is that the panel of judges consists of the woman at the ice cream parlour from whom part had wheedled a free sundae in an earlier scene and, even more randomly, Jake the barber, another relatively obscure character who had nevertheless been a part of this world since the Ullman days (and isn't it weird how he showed up to the panel in full barber attire?).

Lisa's gusto, sincerity and determination shine through, allowing her to make a strong impression with the judges and be named a finalist along with Amber. Alas, such laudable qualities are no match for those freakishly extended eyelashes, and Amber gets to bask in the glory while Lisa has to make do with the reserve position, to be called upon only in the instance that Amber is unable to fulfil her duties. (Krusty points out that there is precedent for this, alluding in his typically sleazy way to the case of Vanessa Williams, who was crowned Miss America in 1983 but forced to relinquish her title to runner-up Suzette Charles the following year over a scandal regarding nude photographs.) After this, Lisa becomes despondent once again. That she came second out of all the contestants is of little consolation - she failed to get the validation she'd convinced herself was most important, thus reinforcing her old insecurities that she simply isn't good enough. But a dark twist of fate comes to her aid, when Amber makes her first public appearance as Little Miss Springfield and is struck by lightning and hospitalised (it's a proper day for disasters, since Barney had just prior crashed the Duff blimp and caused it to go full Hindenburg, yet this gets comically little attention). With that, The Simpsons flashes some almost uncharacteristically morbid fangs - it would be a slippery slope from here into Frank Grimes' miserable demise - mitigated by script making it crystal clear that Amber survives and is on the road to recovery (according to Dr Hibbert, she has already been named Little Miss Intensive Care), even though she doesn't reappear for the rest of the episode. One way of looking at it is that it represents an act of divine intervention, with a bolt from above striking down the unworthy recipient and procuring Lisa her rightful position. Another is that it is Amber's sceptre, one of the key symbols of her glory, that attracts misfortune her way, which might have clued Lisa in that the title is something of a poisoned chalice.

Having been sworn in as Amber's replacement (in the style of Lyndon B. Johnson after the assassination of John F. Kennedy, with Marge dressed up as Jackie O, an inspired allusion to their shared maiden name), Lisa discovers that there is indeed a dark side to the vapid smile and wave rituals in which she's expected to partake. She finds herself powerless in the face of the endless chaos and despair unfolding around her, be it in the form of the mournful deportees she's expected to see off at the Springfield docks or the rioting troops during Bob Hope's appearance at Fort Springfield, angry that Tony Randell cancelled and that they got stuck with Little Miss Springfield. The full magnitude of what she's signed up to doesn't completely kick in until Jack Laramie unveils his nefarious plans for Lisa to become the new face of Laramie Cigarettes, citing a need to replace their depleted clientele ("A lot of people who smoke our product have been...well, dying") with young smokers and thoughts that it might be time to put their current mascot, Menthol Moose, out to pasture. Menthol Moose is of course a parody of Joe Camel, the infamous mascot of Camel brand cigarettes, who at the time was the subject of a deluge of controversy, when studies suggested that he'd emulated the same level of cultural recognition among children as Mickey Mouse, and that his popularity had coincided with an increase in young smokers (and it's just dawned on me that Menthol Moose has the same initials as Mickey Mouse, making that particular allusion all the more razor-edged). Menthol Moose is every bit as much a tool for evil, as is confirmed during a parade where Lisa is required to ride atop a float shaped like a packet of cigarettes, while the man in the Menthol costume rides at the front, dispensing free cigarettes indiscriminately to adults and children alike. Even Maggie gets hold of one, and is prepared to trade in one orally fixated habit for another. Lisa is at first inclined to fall in line with her duties, until she looks down and sees her legions of adoring young fans (and at least one pregnant woman) staring up at her with those addictive cancer sticks protruding from their mouths, and finds that she can no longer hold her tongue. She realises that with a position of influence comes tremendous responsibility; at the pageant she had expressed a desire to become Little Miss Springfield so that she could help to make the town a better place, and in order to do so she needs to be more than just a pretty and inoffensive face. She finds her voice and takes a stand, kicking the giant packet of cigarettes down onto Menthol Moose below - an unusually violent move on Lisa's part, but then this is essentially The Simpsons giving the middle finger to Joe Camel and all that he stood for. The moose (or camel) totally had it coming.

Lisa's refusal to be a corporate shill, or to remain silent about any form of injustice that she brushes up against, quickly makes her a liability for the powers than be, rather than a testament to the community and its ability to demand something better. Before long the town's officials are baying for an excuse to oust her from her post, and ultimately resort to disqualifying her on a pedantic technicality - on her application form, in an area marked "Do Not Write Under This Space", Homer had written "Okay". Homer expects Lisa to be angry with him that his blunder cost her her title, but she takes it in good spirits, reminding Homer of why he entered her into the pageant in the first place. He wanted her to feel better about herself, and she assures him that does. We see here a subtle evolution in Lisa's priorities from the beginning of the episode - the crown, the esteem and the official recognition of her beauty aren't important to her, as she's no longer looking to the approval of others to validate her self-worth. In the end, that kind of needy dependence would only have opened her up to being easily exploited. Having the rest of the family behind her gave her the resolve to put herself before the judges, but she's since gone a step further and realised that true confidence can only come from within. She's seen what she's capable of and how she had the courage to speak her mind when it would have been easier just to keep on waving, and therefore has no reason to doubt herself. And she's thankful to Homer for enabling her to go on that journey. It's a thoughtful statement on the superficiality of society's notions of beauty and on the importance of being able to value one's own virtues, delivered with a gentle conviction that doesn't need to sell itself upfront. It's also a deeply heartwarming moment that's tempered by just the right level of subversion and self-awareness, with Homer asking Lisa if she'll remember this the next time he wrecks her life. "It's a deal" she gamely replies. As we'd already seen from the likes of "Substitute", "Pony" and "Greek", things move in a cycle with Homer and Lisa. Sooner or later Homer, who can barely remember how the events of this particular story got in motion, will let his daughter down all over again, but that underlying connection that allows them to see past their differences will assuredly prove as much of a constant. "Beauty Queen" begins with Homer seeing the best in Lisa, even when she feels she has cause to believe otherwise. The ending demonstrates how that goodwill goes both ways.