Enough With Prestige TV. Give Me the Bloopers!
In a world of bad vibes, I just want to see an actor break.In the summer of 2023, while a confused nation binged old episodes of the gourmet cheeseball legal drama “Suits,” I chose instead to fixate on a “Suits” blooper reel. It’s on YouTube. It’s 16 minutes long and consists primarily of the star of the series, Gabriel Macht — he plays Harvey, a cocky lawyer who works at the same firm as the woman played by the future Duchess of Sussex — flubbing lines, wiggling his eyebrows, moonwalking, mispronouncing “behalves,” playfully pretending to punch his co-stars in the face and dissolving into giggles when one of those co-stars calls him “Chucklebutt.”I have never watched a full episode of “Suits,” neither when it originally ran on the USA Network throughout the 2010s nor when Netflix shrewdly revived it. Still, I returned to these “Suits” bloopers multiple times a day, every day, for months. They delighted and comforted me, as legal dramas never do.I dig blooper reels, man. I dig the slapstick, the loopiness, the unexpected poignancy, the genial chaos. I first encountered this universe as a child via the crucial (and poignant!) 1989 direct-to-VHS classic “Dazzling Dunks and Basketball Bloopers,” in which the N.B.A. gods of my youth proved themselves to be mortal by occasionally whining to the refs. And now, as a weary adult with too much to worry about and too much stuff to watch, I find blooper reels to be richer texts than the shows and movies from which they derive. Macht from “Suits” saying, “Donna, Judge Atkins is ready to hear my motion for summary judgment”: boring. Inert. I don’t care about any of these people. Macht from “Suits” repeatedly stumbling over the words, “Donna, Judge Atkins is ready to hear my motion for summary judgment” until he growls, “Oh, my God, this line”: hilarious. Winsome. Engrossing. A celebration of man’s imperfection. I think that’s beautiful.Sometimes I love bloopers for their wanton silliness. Jason Schwartzman splitting his pants during a “Scott Pilgrim vs. the World” sword fight. Will Ferrell waxing rhapsodic about the nice bluish hue of his plums on “Eastbound & Down.” Jenna Ortega accidentally clonking a young lady in the face with a flashlight while filming “Wednesday.” Jerry Stiller incapacitating Julia Louis-Dreyfus with his impassioned delivery of “What the hell does that mean?” on “Seinfeld”; Chris Pratt incapacitating the entire set of “Parks and Recreation” by suggesting that Kim Kardashian has a great comeback story. The bloopers during the end credits of Jackie Chan movies, in which Jackie Chan gets injured doing various Jackie Chan-type stunts. Ryan Gosling as a competent dramatic actor: Lovely. Good job. Ryan Gosling tittering ineptly through nearly every “Saturday Night Live” sketch in which he has ever appeared: awesome. Bizarrely compelling. A legacy to be proud of.Sometimes I watch this stuff while I’m writing. For each paragraph (or sentence) I grind out, I reward myself by returning (briefly!) to the split pants, the juicy plums, the copious giggling. This is not an especially noble impulse: Bloopers distract me, revert me to the childlike state that is my preferred adult mode.But often my love for such tomfoolery is more complicated, more emotionally fraught, more, dare I say, sophisticated. Because it turns out that sometimes grimly prestigious TV shows have blooper reels too, and I find these bloopers to be both delightful and bizarrely soothing. Look: I hate conflict, stylized cruelty, cross-examination, grittiness, bleakness, middle- to highbrow tragedy. Regrettably, the best (or at least biggest) shows on TV are often full of all that. I watched every episode of “Breaking Bad” and “Game of Thrones” and “The Americans” but didn’t really enjoy myself at all; I enjoy all those shows’ respective blooper reels very much, though. I hate watching people being mean to one another, and I love it when one of those people biffs a line and ruins the take and everyone dissolves into giggles. See? They’re actually friends! Everyone’s having a good time! The world is a fundamentally friendly and goofy and joyful place! Bleakness and cruelty are entirely fictional constructs!We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More