Studio review: Hollywood Showbiz with a multitude of stars

“Millions must be caught here,” wrote Herman J. Mankiewicz in 1926, “and your only competition is idiots.” Here is Hollywood, in particular The Picture Business, and Hecht, a former journalist and already co-author of “The Front Page” and other pieces, would take it, write or co-writing the scenarios for “Scarface”, “Nothing sacred”, “Twentieth Century”, “Notorious” and “Wuthering Heights”. But he always had a bad word for films.

The idiots are in something that does not look much like control in “The Studio”, a great new series by Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg (“Superbad”, “ “Pineapple Express” et al.) With Peter Huyck, Alex Gregory and Frida Perez, and made everywhere by Rogen and Goldberg. Premiering Wednesday on Apple TV+, It Stars Rogen As Matt Remick, A Creative Executive Who, After 22 Years Working for the Fictional Continental Studios, Finds Himself Suddenly, and One Might Well Say Improbably, in Charge of the place when His Train Boss, Patty Leigh (Catherine O'hara Who has happyry decided to stick arouse television after “Crow's Creek”), is licensed by the new managing director Griffin Mill (Bryan Cranston). The agreement is based on Matt's desire to find himself behind the new intellectual property acquisition of Mill – Kool -Aid – because “At Continental, we do not make films, we make films – films that people want to pay to see.” But after telling Variety that his goal was to “rekindle cinema and make daring choices”, the news from Kool-Aid make Matt a laugh.

Griffin Mill is also the name of the director of the murderous studio, Tim Robbins “The player”, “ Although it is supposed to be this character, worse to bring 30 years, is left to your imagination, if you notice everything. Like most movies in the image sector, “The Player”, which was created in 1992 – the same year as “The Larry Sanders Show”, “ Who shared his strategy for integrating real world stars upside down in his fictitious universe, a very copied invention since, notably by “The Studio” – takes a yellow eye on his subject.

For SJ Perelman, who co-wrote two images Marx Brothers and “around the world in 80 days”, Hollywood was “an industrial city drearly controlled by huge richness thugs, the ethical sense of a packet of jackals, and the taste so degraded that he was doing everything he touched.” In a strictly monetary sense, Hollywood was good for Perelman – it also gave him a subject for his comic tests and playlet – but it was very good for Rogen and Goldberg, who seem to have little trouble taking photos. Their playful and vulgar entertainment are essentially common, although it can be because their films have redefined what is general public – “films”, not “films”.

Like these films and shows behind the scenes are made by initiates, it is assumed that there is real for them, although the involvement is that by seeing things how they are, the creators float in a way above the fray. It is also true that ego and incompetence are well -established tropes in films on films, and that in a comedy, ego and incompetence have more than disinterested skill. (My own interior experience of the image stops with sitting in an office and that I am asked if I would like something to drink. That, and the universal tour. The two experiences are quite pleasant.)

If we consider Matt's promise to Mill To play with the lowest common denominator like a Faustian affair, it is not the one who seems to have long -term consequences, rushing only in the moment of keeping his work and a minimum of self -respect. Not at all sure that he is the man for the work he had so desperately desperate – or that it is the work for man, spiritually speaking – Matt is lonely and anxious and needy at the point of embarrassment, trying to make sure that he was thanked at the Golden Globes by Monkent with the Teleapper. (You are going to cringe.) He lives in fear – to be humiliated, not to be loved, to disappoint his parents, to confront – his decline to give Ron Howard a note on the duration of his film occupies an episode. Artists do not trust but only human; It is simply a bag of silver, or a rock that stands on their way, or a golden attic in their legs while they are trying to work.

The series presents many cameos, including director Ron Howard, who plays a version of himself.

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Helping and encouraging Matt are continuously buzzing, buzzing Sal Sperstein (Ike Barinholtz), formerly in imaginary competition for the studio head but always the closest thing he has to a friend; Quinn Hackett (Chase Su Wonders), the young hungry assistant, Matt, promoted his old work; And Maya Mason (Kathryn Hahn), the manager of profane marketing, and the person who understands the most what can and cannot be done. All throw themselves into their games like from a high balcony; O'Hara is particularly brilliant in his first scene, distraught and angry and sad but always capable of improving Matt's offer from a production agreement. Real Hollywoodians include Howard, Martin Scorsese, Sarah Polley, Charlize Theron, Anthony Mackie, Paul Dano, Greta Lee, Adam Scott, Zac Efron, Ice Cube, Dave Franco and Zoë Kravitz. Rhea Perlman plays Matt's mother.

“The Studio” wants to celebrate films even if it launches the circumstances of their creation; It is a noisy, fast and cut -off comedy that loads like a Mack Sennett Two-Reeler, A large part pulled in long continuous taken while tribal drums strike on the soundtrack. The seasonal arc could be described as “cumulative episodic”, in which discreet stories accidentally detail the assembly of a list of images. Matt, dating from a pediatric oncologist, goes to a fundraising where he defends the films against foreigners who declare: “They are all superheroes and fighter pilots” and ask: “Have you seen” the bear “?”; Sal and quinn war to take their photos; The gang goes to the Golden Globes; The casting of the Kool-Aid film raises the question of not wanting to be or, in any case, “seems” racist; The mystery of a missing film is presented as a black film, with Rogen in a Fedora and a trench, “narrating” in a tape recorder. (I did not notice whether the episode itself was shot on the film, although in the spirit of meta-fictional self-defense, it should have been.)

Everything meets in the final in two parts, a dizzying farce in a Las Vegas show, where the future films of the studio are tatthed and in which everyone goes to the extreme; Kravitz and Cranston are particularly hilarious and “hilarious” is a word that I save for special occasions. The irony gives in – halfway – to sincerity because Matt will understand that it is not all about him and that the series takes place on a closing number which will mean something special for those who remember Disney Carrousel of progress. We know it's cheesy, but we choose to believe it, to be moved by him. Which is, after all, what the films do.