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    ‘Fargo’ Season 5, Episode 4 Recap: Trick or Treat

    Halloween provides the perfect disguise for a home invasion. Of course, this is “Fargo,” so nothing goes quite as planned.Season 5, Episode 4: ‘Insolubilia’One of the strengths of “Fargo” this season is the way it has drawn closer to the Coensverse by re-contextualizing major pieces of it, rather than by tucking in referential Easter eggs for fans to collect. (Although it has done plenty of that, too.) The first attempt to abduct Dot, for example, closely mirrors the sequence in the Coens’ “Fargo” where Jean Lundegaard has her morning routine disrupted by intruders, though Dot proves far more capable of defending herself. She is determined, beyond all reason, to be like Jean, the housewife and P.T.A. mom who carves out a little time to knit in front of weekday talk shows. But she cannot escape who she really is.Roy Tillman has no interest in escaping from his past. He is building it out into a corrupt, theocratic fief across North Dakota and the open expanses of the Upper Midwest. He is a third-generation lawman, just like Sheriff Ed Tom Bell (Tommy Lee Jones) in “No Country for Old Men,” but he doesn’t share Bell’s fears about facing a world of overwhelming evil because voters have put him in a position to perpetuate it. Whatever justice might be achieved in this season of “Fargo,” it is going to happen despite him and the tremendous political and tactical arsenal he has at his disposal.Late in this week’s episode, Roy is framed exactly like Bell at the end of “No Country,” as a retired Bell sits at home in front of a windowsill with his wife, recalling bleak, dead-haunted dreams about his father. Only here, the windowsill is in another couple’s mobile home and Roy expresses no misgivings about the violence he is about to unleash. We had seen him in an earlier episode counseling this same couple about an incident of domestic violence that Roy chose to manage in typically extralegal fashion, with a threat to the husband about his behavior and, let’s say, some antiquated advice on how his wife might fulfill her duties.As he smugly holds court on a Biblical passage relevant to this situation, Roy anticipates everything that is about to happen, just as he anticipated the likelihood of the husband’s getting physical with his wife again. He knows that he can goad this “beta man” into trying to shoot him, and he knows that he’ll be the quicker draw. He also knows that he can count on the wife to support his cover story: that the man he just shot is Munch, who had come home bragging about killing a state trooper and wounding another one. On Roy’s turf, the best way to cover up his connection to dead bodies is with other dead bodies.Roy’s extralegal tendencies have drawn the attention of Meyer and Joaquin, the two F.B.I. agents itching to impose law to the lawless lawman. But their appetite for justice isn’t shared by their overseer, who tells them, “Maybe he loses the election and the whole thing goes away.” The political allusion to Donald Trump here is unmistakable: Should the law be applied to Roy as if he were any other citizen, or do the voters get to decide whether his alleged sins are forgivable? In Roy’s case, as in Trump’s, there’s the considerable threat of “what happens next” that separates him from an ordinary candidate for prosecution. The agents are reminded that Roy is “the most powerful sheriff in North Dakota” and he is connected to “the most powerful militia in the Upper Midwest.” A lost election might guarantee a quieter withdrawal from public life.Yet the voters may not have a voice in this matter, after all. This week, we learn that Dot, formerly Nadine, was Roy’s second wife. And despite her valiant attempts to deny her identity and everything that has happened to her, Dot has been identified as the woman on the surveillance camera who outwitted Munch and his partner and saved Witt Farr, the wounded state trooper. In the aftermath of a home invasion that left her husband electrocuted and their home burned to cinders, Dot tries to brush off the whole thing as a case of bad wiring and refuses to acknowledge Witt, who wants to thank her for saving his life.The obvious question for Witt and Olmstead is why Dot would deny such acts of valor ever happened. Surely the Roy connection will give them some clues.Another big question to consider: What is supposed to happen if Dot/Nadine is brought back to Roy? He does not want her killed but returned, and she has proved to be an exceptionally wily captive. Perhaps that speaks to a key parallel between Dot and Roy, which is that they will deny reality if they have the opportunity to manipulate it to their own ends. Roy believes himself mandated by God and the voters to manage his domain as he sees fit, like tagging one gunshot victim as Munch and burying another before he can be verified as the victim of a “car accident.” Dot still refuses to loosen her grip on a domestic utopia that is now literally turned to ash. Perhaps the two are made for each other, after all.3 Cent StampsThe Gator-led assault on the Lyons’ den is thrillingly staged, from the half-silly/half-menacing “The Nightmare Before Christmas” masks to the small twists on expectations. Although Dot is able to fend off her attackers, some of her home security innovations backfire, like the lightbulb rigged to work as an alarm and the exposed wiring that ends up electrocuting her husband.Roy and Dot are both rooted in spiritual conviction, which the episode puts in pointed contrast. At the chapel on his ranch, Roy refers to the crucified Jesus as “old friend” while recalling an incident in which he watched Beelzebub himself whisper into the ear of a killer. In another scene, Dot assures a shaken Scotty that “the wicked stick to the darkness while we get to stay in the light.”Shrewd juxtaposition between Olmstead’s call from a predatory “debt-relief specialist” and Lorraine’s spin job to a Forbes reporter on Redemption Services, the business that netted her $1.6 billion in profit the previous year. Perhaps the funniest moment of the episode is the way Jennifer Jason Leigh quietly nods, “of course,” when a lackey whispers in ear that her son’s house has been burned down.“With all due respect, we’ve got our own reality.” — Danish Graves, giving voice to the episode’s thesis.Munch asks for “pancakes,” affirming him as a much smarter (and chattier) version of Gaear Grimsrud in the movie. More

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    Best Comedy of 2023: Jim Gaffigan, Beth Stelling and More

    It’s time to stop taking Jim Gaffigan for granted, and more surprising takeaways from specials, stand-up sets and other funny moments this year.Comedy didn’t boom or bust this year. It sprawled. There seemed to be many more specials than ever, most self-released. Yet Netflix still reigned, dominating the conversation with event specials from John Mulaney and Chris Rock. Twitter (now X) became old news for jokes, while TikTok and Instagram bustled with young performers. Here are a few highlights.Best SpecialIt’s easy to take Jim Gaffigan for granted. His consistency can become boring, and his interests (food, religion) tend not to draw headlines. Over the years, he’s been pigeonholed as the clean comic or the Hot Pockets one (because of a signature bit). But while he’s not flashy, each year he gets a little better, figuring out new challenges that fit his everyman aesthetic. With his 10th special, “Dark Pale” on Prime Video, his comedy has become so skillful, varied and pleasingly prickly that it demands closer attention. Leveraging his benign dad persona, he paints a scathing portrait of our culture post-pandemic that makes you laugh at our cruelty, haplessness and delusions.Best BreakthroughBeth Stelling is a meticulous professional in “If You Didn’t Want Me Then.”Netflix“You have to be careful with pedophilia,” Beth Stelling says in her wry new hour, “If You Didn’t Want Me Then” on Netflix, pausing for a precise beat, “because you catch it just by touching a kid.” After this risky joke, she picks up a cup of tea and sips, daintily. Then she sticks her pinkie out, as if she’s a member of the royal family. It’s one of many small perfect moments in her comedy, which can be as warm and loving as it is crass and ruthless, that reveals her as a meticulous professional in her prime.Best StorytellerIt’s exciting to come across a comic who resists comparisons. In his fascinating special “The Domino Effect Part 2: Loss,” on YouTube, Ali Siddiq tells childhood stories with a jaunty delivery that has a different pace than anyone else’s. Is he even a comic? He’s telling high-stakes, dramatic tales of heartbreak and run-ins with the police, but with the lightness and ease of someone just filling you in about their day. Sad and thrilling, odd and straightforward, rambling and intentional, these are yarns that grab your attention, then toy with it.Best BitJohn Early (with Will Lawrence) mixes satire and cover songs in “Now More Than Ever.”HBOJohn Early is a forerunner of, and the gold standard for, the fashionable genre of musical comedians (Catherine Cohen, Caitlin Cook, Sophie Zucker, Leo Reich) parodying millennial and Gen Z vanity. His long-awaited special, “Now More Than Ever” (on Max), is a mix of stylish satire, soulful cover songs and occasional observational humor. At its high point, he takes a conventional premise, about how Apple manipulates users to collect their data, and transforms the idea into a comic tour de force centered on the ugly phrase “Ask app not to track.” He repeats it so memorably that it’s been lodged in my brain ever since.Best New Double ActLike many funny duos, April Clark and Grace Freud of Girl God look and sound nothing alike — one a lanky slacker, the other a more fiery baritone — but they riff so effortlessly that they seem to merge. In videos announcing themselves as joke writers for Dave Chappelle or in shows raging sarcastically about their Uber driver asking how they are (“Google: The news”), they favor fabrication and transgression, accumulating momentum out of pingpong conversation more than conventional jokes.Best Closer Even an act-out is haunted by death in Marc Maron’s special “From Bleak to Dark.”Oluwaseye Olusa/HBOWhat would suicide by bat look like? Only a comedian would think long and hard on the subject. In “From Bleak to Dark” (Max), Marc Maron imagines it as pitiful, anguished and riotously comic. This act-out, coming at the end of a special haunted by death, operates like the scene in Hunter S. Thompson’s book on the Hells Angels in which Thompson, after spending months hanging out with the biker gang, describes getting beat up by them. It’s a perverse catharsis.Best Online RoasterThe arch-elitist Dan Rosen has created his own critical beat on Instagram, doing stylish and ruthless insult comedy on tasteless interior design, hack décor and shallow architecture. Projecting his face over photos of celebrity homes, he displays an acute eye for overdone trends (anyone with a green kitchen should be ashamed) and a knack for the perfect put-down (“the granny couch”). He compares Chris Brown’s floors to a bowling ball, then says: “I would say it’s the worst crime he ever committed” before a pause.Best Canadian Newcomer“I moved to America this year,” Sophie Buddle said at the start of her “Tonight Show” set in April. “I wanted to see it before it ends.” Then she sucked in her bottom lip and giggled. This chirpy, comic maintains a steady nervous chuckle while joking about masturbation and annoying Los Angeles types. But she knows what she’s doing, finding fresh spins on familiar subjects. She is part of a long line of cheerfully raunchy young comics, and her sneaky jokes are full of sharp elbows. When talking about the United States, there’s pity in her voice that feels like revenge for so many years of American comic condescension toward our northern neighbor.Best Take on Crowd WorkIn a short Netflix set commemorating the 60th anniversary of the Improv club, Deon Cole lays into how comics repeatedly ask audiences to do things like “give it up for the ladies.” Looking besieged, he says, “Got me wasting my claps.”Best Response to a Beeping CellphoneUpon hearing that familiar sound during his recent hour, Joe Pera responded in a deadpan, “You just ruined my life,” then kept it moving.Best ImpressionThat the John Mulaney special “Baby J” (on Netflix) manages to live up to expectations is a feat, considering he addresses his much-publicized stint in rehab and, less so, his equally talked-about divorce. His re-creation of his star-studded intervention shows off a multitude of niche accents. And yet, he gets the biggest laughs going broad and traditional with his Al Pacino take. One distinctive voice nails another.Best BuffoonDiana Morgan as Philomena Cunk in “Cunk on Earth.”Jonathan Browning/NetflixIn the grand British tradition of Alan Partridge and Borat, Diane Morgan’s long-running character, Philomena Cunk, finds laughs through the bloviating of a self-assured idiot. Her comic documentary series, “Cunk on Earth” (on Netflix), finds her in tasteful clothes, inside museums and outside ruins, asking intellectuals questions like, “Is there a great roof of China?”Best YouTube SpecialA highly competitive category. Never have there been more funny people putting out specials on this platform. Django Gold’s folksy screwball jokes, Chase O’Donnell’s deliriously ditsy act, Seaton Smith’s sneaky Madison Square Garden show and Joe List’s hilariously straining efforts to prove that he is fun are highlights. But Nathan Macintosh’s “Money Never Wakes” stands out for its exasperated comic laments about the cocooned lives of the 1 percent. His jokes are tightly constructed, and what makes them sing is his nervy voice, which starts to squeak when he gets worked up, almost as if the sound is coming from a record speeding up.Best Comic-on-Comic ComedyGary Gulman’s new special, “Born on Third Base” (due Dec. 21), is filled with the intricate, language-drunk jokes that have built him into a critical darling. This is his most political and pointed work, focusing on the inequities of class. He uses many subjects to illustrate his point (his take on dentistry is very funny) including the disparity in comedy, with Jerry Seinfeld as an example of the elite. Gulman’s consideration of Seinfeld’s wealth will get attention, but what stands out more is his strong series of jokes on Pop-Tarts, a subject Seinfeld has owned for years and is making a movie about for Netflix.Best Gen Z SurrealistIf the next David Lynch comes from TikTok, where a Dada aesthetic reigns in many of the short comic videos, keep an eye on Savannah Moss, a cheerful young Arizona absurdist who is just getting started. She produces, edits and stars in cartoonishly bizarre videos featuring milk spilling from the sky, goofy puns, jump scares and prop humor, along with Moss herself leaping and spinning in the air for no reason. She calls these quick hits of nonsense fever dreams, and they resist logic, though they have circular narratives that work well on repeat. And while these bits remain raw, watching her slowly but prolifically develop a distinctive handmade visual vocabulary gives me hope for this digital medium. More

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    Charlamagne Tha God’s ‘Unpopular’ Opinion About George Santos

    The “Daily Show” guest host argued that Santos shouldn’t have been expelled from Congress because, “we were all safer when we knew where this dude was.”Welcome to Best of Late Night, a rundown of the previous night’s highlights that lets you sleep — and lets us get paid to watch comedy. Here are the 50 best movies on Netflix right now.Get Out, and Stay OutGeorge Santos was expelled from Congress on Friday, and officials wasted no time in changing the locks.On Monday’s “The Daily Show,” Charlamagne Tha God, a guest host, shared his “unpopular” opinion that Santos, a New York Republican, shouldn’t have been expelled, saying, “we were all safer when we knew where this dude was.”“Now, he could be anywhere. He could be at Nordstrom using your credit card right now.” — CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD“They changed the locks immediately, though I’m not sure that will do anything. This guy stole money from a sick service dog — you think he wouldn’t crawl through an air vent?” — CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD“And while it’s confusing as to why they would have to change the locks on an office he can’t go into anymore, apparently, even though he’s been expelled — this is crazy — legally, he still has access to the House floor, the dining room, the cloakroom and the gym. Which, that won’t be awkward at all — you vote him out, and you’re still showering with him. George Santos is basically an ex who still has the key to our apartment.” — JIMMY KIMMEL“But, more importantly, I don’t think Congress should come before the court. You shouldn’t be able to kick out someone for crimes they have not been actually convicted of yet. And I’ll tell you why: To get convicted in a court, it takes 12 ordinary citizens to judge you, and I trust 12 randos off the street way more than 435 congresspeople.” — CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD“Because when you really think about it, he just got fired by his co-workers. I don’t know if we want to set that precedent. Imagine if all our co-workers could vote on whether we should have a job — we’d all be unemployed.” — CHARLAMAGNE THA GODThe Punchiest Punchlines (George Santos’s Only Fans Edition)“On Friday, George Santos was expelled from the House of Representatives. And I, for one, feel better that Congress is now only filled with completely honest people. Finally.” — JIMMY FALLON“He put on his coat before the vote was even over. Well, let me correct myself: He put on a coat. For all we know, there is another congressman, like, ‘Somebody stole my coat.’” — CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD“Santos even tried pulling on heartstrings to remain in Congress. In a final speech, he asked to keep his job for the sake of his young son, Tiny Tim.” — JIMMY FALLON“Yep, only 114 members of Congress voted to keep George Santos, or as Santos calls them, ‘My Only Fans.’” — JIMMY FALLON“Santos has already joined Cameo and is charging $200 a video — ’cause that’s what you want to do, give your credit card information to George Santos.” — JIMMY FALLONThe Bits Worth WatchingJimmy Fallon and Dua Lipa performed Christmas classics as the lounge singers Hal and Val on Monday’s “Tonight Show.”What We’re Excited About on Tuesday NightThe “Killers of the Flower Moon” star Lily Gladstone will appear on Tuesday’s “Jimmy Kimmel Live.”Also, Check This OutBeyoncé onstage during the Toronto stop of her “Renaissance” tour. She directed a film based on the tour.The New York TimesIn “Renaissance: A Film by Beyoncé,” the multifaceted performer-auteur established the creative control and professional precision she had for her 2023 tour. More

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    Robert H. Precht, Producer of ‘The Ed Sullivan Show,’ Dies at 93

    Among the highlights of his long tenure were supervising the Beatles’ appearances and telling the comedian Jackie Mason he was fired.Robert H. Precht, who for more than a decade produced “The Ed Sullivan Show,” the Sunday night variety extravaganza that for 23 years brought singers, comedians, rock bands, jugglers, animal acts and the Italian mouse puppet Topo Gigio into the living rooms of millions of viewers, died on Nov. 26 at his home in Missoula, Mont. He was 93.His death was confirmed by his daughter Margo Precht Speciale, the producer of a forthcoming documentary about Mr. Sullivan.Mr. Precht joined the Sullivan show as its associate producer in 1958, 10 years after the program made its debut as “The Toast of the Town.” He became producer two years later, replacing Marlo Lewis, and was eventually named executive producer.Mr. Precht arrived too late for Elvis Presley’s electrifying appearances in 1956 and 1957. But he was in charge when the Beatles performed on the show in 1964, first in New York and then in Florida. And when the Beatles performed at Shea Stadium in Queens in August 1965, Mr. Precht filmed the concert for a documentary for Mr. Sullivan’s production company.“This is probably the most fantastic television operation I’ve gotten into,” he told The Daily News of New York a day before the concert. “We’ll have 11 cameras in the ballpark, but there’ll be no chance for rehearsal or for checking our sound system. And with 55,000 people liable to do anything, we don’t know what will happen.”Mr. Precht and Ed Sullivan at Shea Stadium in Queens in August 1965, when the Beatles performed there for 55,000 fans. Mr. Precht filmed the concert for a documentary for Mr. Sullivan’s production company.George E. Joseph/MPTV imagesThe Beatles were the most important act on the Sullivan show during Mr. Precht’s tenure. But as the producer, he knew that he could not rely on the rare megastar to fill an hour every week, and that he had to cast widely for talent, famous and obscure, to keep the masses watching.“It would be easy to book the show without ever leaving the office,” he wrote in an article for The Democrat and Chronicle of Rochester, N.Y., in 1961. But, he said, members of his staff saw every Broadway show and went to nightclubs, concerts and films in search of acts to book.“Because there’s no type of act we won’t use,” Mr. Precht added, “there’s no place we won’t scout for talent.”In 1964, Mr. Sullivan accused the comedian Jackie Mason of making an obscene gesture on camera during his monologue. Mr. Mason said he was reacting to Mr. Sullivan, who was standing out of camera range holding up two fingers and then one to indicate how many minutes were left for his routine. Upset, Mr. Mason held up his own fingers and told the audience, “Here’s a finger for you, and a finger for you, and a finger for you.”Mr. Sulivan was convinced that one of those gestures was obscene. He canceled Mr. Mason’s six-show, $45,000 contract and refused to pay him for the performance. Mr. Precht confronted Mr. Mason as he left the stage to tell him that he was fired.Mr. Mason sued Mr. Sullivan and Mr. Precht for $3 million in damages in New York State Supreme Court; an appellate judge ruled that Mr. Mason’s gestures had not been obscene. In 1966, Mr. Mason returned as a guest.Mr. Precht recognized that “The Ed Sullivan Show” stood out among all the other variety shows on television.“I don’t know if another variety show will ever have the appeal and impact of the Sullivan show,” he told The Missoulian, a newspaper in Missoula, in 1990, almost two decades after the show had left the air. “It’s hard for me to think of someone dying to get home on a Sunday night to watch a variety show.”Robert Henry Precht Jr. was born on May 12, 1930, in Douglas, Ariz., and moved with his parents to San Diego when he was about 12. His father was an ironworker. His mother, Agnes (Branagh) Precht, was a homemaker and a Red Cross volunteer.Mr. Precht made news in 1949 when, as a sophomore at the University of California, Los Angeles, he was voted a “great lover” by his fellow students, which earned him the right to escort Elizabeth Taylor to the school’s junior prom. It was part of the promotion for the Bob Hope film “The Great Lover.”When he was a sophomore at the University of California, Los Angeles, Mr. Precht won a contest whose prize was the chance to escort Elizabeth Taylor to the junior prom.Harold P. Matosian/Associated PressAfter transferring to the University of California, Berkeley, Mr. Precht received a bachelor’s degree in international relations in 1952. That same year, he married Elizabeth Sullivan, known as Betty. She died in 2014.He spent four years in the Navy after graduating and then began working in television — first as an assistant producer of the children’s show “Winky Dink and You” and then as an associate producer of “The Verdict Is Yours,” which presented dramatized versions of real trials.In 1959, shortly after he began working for his father-in-law, Mr. Precht produced “Ed Sullivan’s Invitation to Moscow,” a special that brought the Sunday night vaudeville formula to the Soviet Union. That program, which coincided with the Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev’s visit to the United States, won a Peabody Award.Andrew Solt, whose company, Sofa Entertainment, acquired the Sullivan archive, containing more than 1,000 hours of programming, from the family in 1990, said that Mr. Precht had modernized the show.“He brought the perspective of a new generation; he focused on the music, and the bookings were top notch,” Mr. Solt said in a phone interview. “One of the reasons it was so easy to watch was that they never had the same set twice. He made it state of the art.”A Sullivan family portrait from 1954. From left: Sylvia and Ed Sullivan and Betty and Robert Precht, with their son Robert.CBS, via Getty Images“The Ed Sullivan Show” was canceled in 1971. Mr. Precht spent the next 20 years largely producing music and awards shows, including the 50th- and 60th-anniversary celebrations of the Grand Ole Opry and the annual Country Music Association Awards.He had begun buying cable television systems with Mr. Sullivan in 1967. After Mr. Sullivan’s death in 1974, he also began to acquire TV stations.In addition to his daughter Ms. Speciale, Mr. Precht is survived by another daughter, Carla Precht; two sons, Robert and Vincent; and six grandchildren. His son Andrew died in 1995.The success of the Beatles and other rock groups on the Sullivan show created a problem for Mr. Precht, The New York Times reported in late 1964: too many screaming teenagers in the audience, who created “an hourlong din that distracts other performers and mars the audio portion of the show.”In one instance, the comedian Alan King appeared to be annoyed during his routine by the screeching that carried over from a performance by the Dave Clark Five.Mr. Precht told The Times that the “whole show is being colored by the kids’ reaction,” and that he was trying to find out how so many teenagers got tickets to the theater. One measure to change the audio mix, he said, was to “turn down the microphones that pick up audience reaction in order to reduce the din going out on the air.” More

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    What’s on TV This Week: ‘Dancing With the Stars’ and ‘Murder in Boston’

    The Mirrorball Trophy will be handed out on the dance competition show, and HBO airs a documentary on a 1989 crime.Between network, cable and streaming, the modern television landscape is a vast one. Here are some of the shows, specials and movies coming to TV this week, Dec. 4-10. Details and times are subject to change.MondayFrom “Murder in Boston.”Courtesy of HBOMURDER IN BOSTON 9 p.m. on HBO. On Oct. 23, 1989, the Boston Police Department received a panicked call from Charles Stuart saying that he and his pregnant wife, a white couple, had been shot in their car by a Black man. Later his wife died, and a manhunt around Boston led to the arrest of multiple Black men, even though Stuart’s brother would go on to name Charles as the murderer. Footage from the CBS docuseries “Rescue 911,” which happened to be shadowing the response to Stuart’s call that night, is used in this documentary, which casts the case as a microcosm of bigger problems in race relations in the city.BARMAGEDDON: BLAKE SHELTON’S HOLIDAY BARTACULAR 10 p.m. on NBC. Blake Shelton is up to his usual bar game shenanigans, this time with a holiday flair. In this special, he will be going up against the rapper and actor Ice-T in games including “Merry Axe-Mas,” “Christmas Carol-okie” and “Little Drummer Boy (and Girl)” — your guess on what they entail is as good as mine.TuesdayDANCING WITH THE STARS 8 p.m. on ABC. The 32nd season of this Latin and ballroom dance competition show has been the first without former lead judge Len Goodman, who died early this year. Because of this, the winning couple will receive the Len Goodman Mirrorball Trophy. Last week, in a gotcha-type twist, no couples were eliminated from the semifinals, meaning that for the first time, five couples will be competing for the trophy. There are some great competitors this year, so the winner will be a toss up, but my money is on the 17-year-old actress Xochitl Gomez and her partner Val Chmerkovskiy.Wednesday2024 REPUBLICAN PRESIDENTIAL PRIMARY DEBATE 8 p.m. on The CW. This marks the fourth Republican primary debate of this election cycle — this time at the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa. Ron DeSantis, the governor of Florida; Nikki Haley, the former U.N. ambassador; and Vivek Ramaswamy, a wealthy entrepreneur are expected to qualify. As has been his pattern this year, Donald J. Trump will skip the debate and instead attend a fund-raiser.ThursdayJess Girod and Blake Moynes on “Bachelor in Paradise.”ABC/Craig SjodinBACHELOR IN PARADISE 8 p.m. on ABC. It’s been a sweaty and tearful couple weeks on the beaches of Puerto Vallarta in Mexico, and finally we will see who gets engaged and who leaves solo. So far only one couple on the beach is of official boyfriend-girlfriend status, and after a bunch of people left last week, including Rachel and Blake, every couple seems a little mismatch. So maybe no bling will be thrown around in this episode.CHRISTMAS AT THE OPRY 8 p.m. on NBC. This two-hour special hosted by Wynonna Judd is all things festive and all things country. Kelly Clarkson, Chrissy Metz and Lauren Alaina are just a few of the many singers set to perform.FridayFROZEN (2013) 8:20 p.m. on Freeform. It’s hard to believe that it was 10 years ago when my stepsister dragged me to what I thought was a children’s movie, and then I left the theater sobbing — and I haven’t gotten “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?” out of my head since. Idina Menzel and Kristen Bell voice the sisters Elsa and Anna, who find themselves on an adventure with a snowman named Olaf (Josh Gad) and the ice harvester Kristoff (Jonathan Groff) after things go awry at the palace.Reunited for “Frozen 2.”DisneyFROZEN 2 (2019) 10:50 p.m. on Freeform. The sequel is set three years after Anna’s problematic fiancé tried to freeze her to death, and things are going pretty well — until Elsa feels unsettled, and the crew heads out to find an autumn-bound forest in an enchanted land. “The emphasis remains on the sisters,” Manohla Dargis wrote in her review for The New York Times. “It’s never surprising, yet its bursts of pictorial imagination — snowflakes that streak like shooting stars — keep you engaged, as do Elsa and Anna, who still aren’t waiting for life to happen.”SaturdayMEAN GIRLS (2004) 3:30 p.m. on VH1. If you want to prep for the new musical movie (whose trailer pretends it is not a musical) coming out in January, this is your moment. The original follows Cady Heron (Lindsay Lohan), who moves from Africa to the suburbs of Illinois and falls in with the popular girls known as the Plastics: Regina George (Rachel McAdams), Karen Smith (Amanda Seyfried) and Gretchen Wieners (Lacey Chabert). So many zeitgeist-y quotes have come from this movie, it’s never a bad idea to brush up. (My favorite: “I saw Cady Heron wearing army pants and flip flops, so I wore army pants and flip-flops.”)SundayA GRAMMY SALUTE TO 50 YEARS OF HIP HOP 8:30 p.m. on CBS. Taking place live on Wednesday in Inglewood, Calif., some of the biggest names in hip-hop are gathering to continue their ode to 50 years of the genre, including Queen Latifah, Rick Ross, LL Cool J, Common and so many more. More

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    10 Performances That Pushed Emotional Limits

    For our critic-at-large, the year was marked by the Black excellence of “Purlie Victorious,” the brutality of “Bottoms” and rage of “Beef.”For me, 2023 was a year of entertainment that captured people pushed to their emotional limits, whether that was the rage of two bitter enemies, the desperation of a widow who only sees a future of annihilation or the pent-up aggression of a bunch of high school girls. But it was also a year of colorful, funny and biting Black stories on stages. Throw in a dancing goth, a freshly single New York City fashionista and a chronicle of a dying band, and you’ve got my top picks for everything that tickled my fancy in the past year across theater, film and TV.‘Swing State’Call me a masochist, but what I most loved about Rebecca Gilman’s devastating play was that it tapped into multiple registers of despair: individual, communal, ecological. Peg, a widow living on a prairie in Wisconsin, is nursing concerns about endangered animals and environmental catastrophe, and how everything is leading us to an uninhabitable planet. But alongside Peg’s global anxieties are a host of much more intimate sorrows — grief for her husband, a sense of hopelessness, and isolation — that are driving her to consider suicide. Gilman’s script offers black humor, suspense and a crushing ending. And the empathetic direction, by Robert Falls, of a stellar cast led by Mary Beth Fisher and Bubba Weiler, provides a sense of existential urgency to every minute. (Read our review of “Swing State.”)‘Purlie Victorious’From left: Billy Eugene Jones, Kara Young, Leslie Odom Jr. and Jay O. Sanders in “Purlie Victorious.” Sara Krulwich/The New York TimesAt the end of this Ossie Davis play, our hero, Purlie Victorious (a larger-than-life Leslie Odom Jr.), heartily declares, “I find, in being Black, a thing of beauty: a joy, a strength, a secret cup of gladness.” I nearly cried at this ecstatic celebration of Blackness, because this Broadway production, cleverly directed by Kenny Leon, was itself a prime example of Black excellence. As hilarious as it is biting, “Purlie Victorious” follows Purlie’s scheme to reclaim the inheritance owed to his family in the Jim Crow South. Kara Young, as Purlie’s love interest — the uniquely named Lutiebelle Gussie Mae Jenkins — proves she can carry off a fearless comedic performance on par with her dramatic roles. (Read our review of “Purlie Victorious.”)‘Jaja’s African Hair Braiding’Even if the hairstyles in this play weren’t as fabulous as they were, Jocelyn Bioh’s “Jaja’s African Hair Braiding,” about a day in the life of African immigrants working in a Harlem hair-braiding shop, would still be a sparkling Broadway delight. That’s thanks to Bioh’s colorful characters and brisk, playful dialogue. Whitney White’s direction provided extra spark, and the production’s re-creation of real braid hairstyles and salon culture felt novel; it’s not often that Black spaces are so lovingly portrayed, or portrayed at all, on Broadway. (Read our review of “Jaja’s African Hair Braiding.”)‘Stereophonic’Earlier this year, after guiltily binging the soapy Amazon Prime series “Daisy Jones & the Six,” I wondered what a better version of this narrative — the band drama full of drugs, sex and music that’s kinda-but-not-really about Fleetwood Mac — would look like. I didn’t know until I saw David Adjmi’s “Stereophonic,” which kept me fully engaged through its full three-hour running time. The central band’s journey to celebrity then collapse, the addictions, the toxic relationships — the bones of the material are the same, but “Stereophonic” is unique in the way it uses music to do some of the storytelling. Entirely diegetic, the songs aren’t used for exposition or ornamentation; they exist as products in themselves, which we hear in different incarnations, in different parts, sometimes several times before we hear the final version. We learn about the characters through the parts they play in making and performing this music — which, by the way, is amazing, and written by Will Butler, formerly of Arcade Fire. The cast is flawless, and the production is so meticulously composed, including David Zinn’s stunning set and Ryan Rumery’s explosive sound design, that it feels like you’re actually being ushered into this world of Billboard hits, giant bags of cocaine and ego-driven rock stars. I can’t wait to see it again. (Read our review of “Stereophonic.”)‘Flex’There are a lot of reasons I liked this Lincoln Center Theater production about a high school basketball team, but one of them was, to my surprise, more a feat of athleticism than of drama. Throughout the performance I went to, Starra, the team’s talented, headstrong captain played by Erica Matthews, never missed a shot to the basket set above the stage at the Mitzi E. Newhouse. A story about the clash of beliefs, personalities, priorities and ambitions among these girls in lower-class, rural Arkansas, “Flex” was a win in all respects, from Candrice Jones’s engaging script to Lileana Blain-Cruz’s dynamic direction to the strong cast. I’m no fan of team sports, and in any other context would find taking the role of basketball spectator tedious; but, even if for only two hours, “Flex” transformed me into a fan. (Read our review of “Flex.”)‘Bottoms’Rachel Sennott and Ayo Edebiri in “Bottoms.”Orion PicturesI loved the chaos of this weird, perversely satisfying film about two unpopular high school students who start a girls’ fight club with the ultimate goal of losing their virginity. Rachel Sennott, who delivered a panic-inducing performance in “Shiva Baby,” plays the similarly unstable and unpredictable PJ, opposite Ayo Edebiri’s adorably dweeby Josie. “Bottoms” has a brutal sense of humor that gleefully spirals into a violent finale I won’t forget anytime soon. (Read our review of “Bottoms.”)‘Beef’The only reason I didn’t ravenously consume this phenomenal Netflix series in one go was that “Beef” was so effective in its storytelling, performances and direction that every episode felt staggering, but in the best way. It would have been so easy for this series, about the way rage rips apart and connects the lives of two unhappy strangers (played by Ali Wong and Steven Yeun), to stay in one lane and offer us 10 straight-up comedic episodes of steadily escalating acts of sabotage and retribution. But “Beef” also offers up pathos and humanity, getting to the brokenness underneath its characters’ rage without forgiving or dismissing their most heinous actions. Wong and Yeun are stellar in every scene, and beautifully navigate the chaotic turns of the script. (Read our review of “Beef.”)‘Primary Trust’A story about a grown man named Kenneth (William Jackson Harper) with no family living a quaint, routine small-town life with his imaginary best friend, “Primary Trust” was one of those shows that left me practically clutching my chest with feeling by the end. Harper delivered one of the finest, most exacting performances I saw this year; his Kenneth was delicate but not fragile. A contemporary fable about alienation, loneliness and facing the wild unknowns of adult life, “Primary Trust” felt cathartic, especially given how quarantines and six-foot distances changed many people’s understanding of isolation. (Read our review of “Primary Trust.”)‘Survival of the Thickest’The actress-comedian Michelle Buteau has so much charm that it seems to radiate from the TV. She exudes a playful energy and has a deep pocket of grand, larger-than-life facial reactions that serve punchlines without her even saying a word. So watching “Survival of the Thickest,” her bright, stylish confection of a sitcom on Netflix, feels like a soul-affirming treat. Buteau stars as Mavis Beaumont, a personal stylist forced to re-evaluate her relationship, home and career when she catches her longtime boyfriend cheating. Mavis starts at square one, moving into a tiny apartment with an eccentric New York City roommate and building her brand from the ground up. A little awkward, a bit misguided but full of heart, brains, talent and personality — and also, let’s not forget, style — Mavis is infinitely relatable, and, importantly, a Black full-figured heroine with supportive and snarky Black friends. In other words, she feels real.‘Wednesday’Jenna Ortega in “Wednesday.”NetflixWhen it comes to gothic, sexy teen revamps of old franchises, like “Riverdale” and “Chilling Adventures of Sabrina,” I’m often turned off by the baroque plots, aesthetic preening and self-conscious … well, adolescence of it all. “Wednesday” is a delightful exception, in part because the Addams daughter did goth before it was cool. (And it doesn’t hurt that the director, Tim Burton, has been the goth king of filmmaking for decades.) The show strikes the perfect balance between juicy teen dramedy and ghoulish supernatural thriller, with Jenna Ortega starring as the ever-dour and ever-surprising young mistress of darkness. Her performance delivers flashes of color behind Wednesday’s signature dead eyes and deadpan mannerisms; she manages to carry off a character with a sociopathic disconnect from the world around her and yet still make her the charming antiheroine. And I’m still waiting for anything to come along that I enjoyed as much as Wednesday’s dance in Episode 4. (Read our review of “Wednesday.”) More

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    For Christina Hendricks, Beauty Comes Down to Corsets and Molding

    “If it’s a piece of furniture that looks like it could run away — it might have legs or hands — I probably want it,” said the actress, whose series “The Buccaneers” suits her vintage proclivities.After four seasons on the NBC crime caper “Good Girls,” Christina Hendricks was done with digging through trash bins and having guns held to her head.“I joked around, ‘Just fit me in a pretty dress on an antique sofa in a corset,’” she recalled. “‘I want it to be clean and I want it to be beautiful.’”Then along came “The Buccaneers,” an Apple TV+ drama inspired by the Edith Wharton novel but with a modern inflection, about five untraditional American girls who storm 1870s London in search of husbands and titles.“I feel like I almost manifested it,” said Hendricks, who plays Patricia St. George, the newly wealthy New Yorker who has two daughters in the running. “Even though the stakes are very, very high for Mrs. St. George, they’re social stakes rather than life and death.”As for those corsets, no problem. “Girl, after years and years of undergarments on ‘Mad Men,’ to me that’s like throwing on a T-shirt,” she said in a call from Dublin, where she’s shooting the comedy series “Small Town, Big Story,” before speaking about her fixations on Instagram ballet, vintage furnishings — and molding. These are edited excerpts from the conversation.1Watching Ballet on InstagramI grew up as a ballet dancer, and it was always a little bit of a heartbreak that I wasn’t able to continue it and pursue it as a career. And I certainly don’t have an opportunity to go and see ballet live very often. It started occurring to me that I could follow dance companies on Instagram and get this little bit of what I crave a few times a day.2Beaded Fringe LampsThere was a lamp artist named Kathleen Caid, and I collected quite a few of her lamps. They transport you to another time, almost immediately. There’s a romance about them, there’s a delicacy about them, and they also make everyone look beautiful in the room.3A Room With PersonalityIf someone has taken care and time to make their room reflect who they are, I’m always impressed with that. I would say my style is sort of vintage eclectic. There’s some deco, there’s some Victorian, there’s a lot of whimsy in my home. We always joke that if it’s a piece of furniture that looks like it could run away — it might have legs or hands — I probably want it.4People-Watching at the MallYou get all sorts of people there for all sorts of reasons. I just love that no matter what state you’re in — or if you’re homesick or just need something familiar — you go into a mall and you could be in Anywhere, USA.5Dog WalksI love that it’s their favorite thing to do, and they seem to be peacocking and strutting down the street. But I also love my interaction with the parents. I immediately look at the dogs and I start talking to the dog in a cute voice, which doesn’t go over very well in Dublin, by the way.6Female Singer-SongwritersJoni Mitchell was the first, and then Kate Bush and Tori Amos. Now it’s Angel Olsen and Margaret Glaspy and Sharon Van Etten. Sometimes I feel like they’re speaking for me, or that there’s a bit of pretend, like you wish you were up onstage with that guitar. The poetry that they’re able to write, it’s a bit of a fantasy.7Spaghetti From a Box, Sauce From a JarThis is my absolute comfort food. If I’m happy, if I’m down, if I don’t know what I want, it will always hit the spot. Sometimes I add toppings — a little blob of goat cheese, some olives. It will always, no matter what, be my favorite dish.8MoldingAnything that was built before 1930, I’m a fan of, and I do find myself walking into modern rooms or spaces thinking, “Now all they had to do was add molding and this room would be warm. Why would they not have done that?” I’m impressed with the details that someone would take care of before the furniture came in to make a beautiful space. But to me a room is not a finished room without molding.9Dressing for the OccasionI have a great appreciation for when someone dresses for the room or the building or the country. I love the attention to detail and the sense of fun. It gives me something to get excited about and a little bit of inspiration for the night. I need maybe a bit of a costume in a way.10Untamed FlowersWhen I moved to England, it was the first time that I saw these wild arrangements with fresh herbs and berries spilling over. It took my absolute breath away. They indulged in the wildness of it, as if you tripped on a stone on a walk and grabbed what was in your hand and came up with brambles and flowers all mixed together. It felt so Green Gables, so romantic. More

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    Behind the Scenes of the Most Spectacular Show On TV

    Arrowhead Stadium, the home of the Kansas City Chiefs, the N.F.L.’s defending champions, is a very loud place. Players say that when the noise reaches top volume, they can feel vibrations in their bones. During a 2014 game, a sound meter captured a decibel reading equivalent to a jet’s taking off, earning a Guinness World Record for “Loudest crowd roar at a sports stadium.” Chiefs fans know how to weaponize noise, quieting to a churchlike hush when the team’s great quarterback, Patrick Mahomes, calls signals but then, when opponents have the ball, unleashing a howl that can even drown out the sound of the play call crackling through the speaker inside the rival quarterback’s helmet.There are others whose work is complicated by the din. Around 11 a.m. on Thursday, Sept. 7, Brian Melillo, an audio engineer for NBC Sports’ flagship N.F.L. telecast, “Sunday Night Football,” arrived at Arrowhead to prepare for that evening’s Chiefs-Detroit Lions game. It was a big occasion: the annual season opener, the N.F.L. Kickoff game, traditionally hosted by the winner of last season’s Super Bowl. There would be speeches, fireworks, a military flyover, the unfurling of a championship banner. A crowd of more than 73,000 was expected. “Arrowhead is a pretty rowdy setting,” Melillo said. “It can present some problems.”Melillo was especially concerned about his crowd mics — three stereo microphones intended to catch the ambient oohs and aahs of fans, mounted atop 16-foot-high painters’ poles that he and a colleague had secured to the railing separating the seats from the field. These needed to be kept at a distance from exploding pyrotechnics and angled away from the blare of the stadium’s public-address system. A perhaps greater hazard was overzealous fans, who are prone to shaking the poles or even pulling them down. “You’ll get people who’ve been tailgating for five hours,” Melillo said. “I might have to bribe some people to stay off those poles.”Melillo and his microphones were part of a huge deployment of personnel and equipment descending on Arrowhead that morning. Broadcasting a football game on live television is one of the most complex technical and logistical challenges in entertainment. The task is magnified in the case of “Sunday Night Football,” which is known for sparing no expense to deliver the most comprehensive coverage and the most arresting spectacles. For the Kickoff game — one of three 2023 regular-season broadcasts by the “S.N.F.” team that do not take place on Sunday — an NBC Sports work force of 200 traveled to Kansas City. A convoy of 10 trucks made the trip: four mobile production units, an office truck, a generator in case power went down, a truck for the “Football Night in America” pregame show and three haulers packed with sets, cranes and dozens of cameras. There were hand-held cameras, cameras that sit atop mobile sideline carts, robotic cameras that record “beauty shots” of the stadium exterior, ultra-high-resolution 4K cameras that yield super-slow-motion replays. Suspended from a web of fiber-optic cables, more than 120 feet in the air, was Skycam, ready to zip-line over the field at up to 20 miles per hour. Another camera would arrive later to provide a still loftier vantage point from a fixed-wing aircraft. The Lions taking the field for their game against the Chiefs.Brian Finke for The New York TimesThen there were the microphones. There were mics mounted on many of the cameras. There were six parabolic mics, contraptions resembling satellite dishes that operators strap on like sandwich boards and schlep around the sidelines to soak up sounds. The N.F.L. is particular about what audio can air — no conversations on the bench allowed — but for each game, the league mics up several offensive linemen, allowing broadcasters to catch the quarterback grunting his cadence and the crunch of pads colliding after the snap. The person responsible for the sonic personality of “Sunday Night Football” is Wendel Stevens, the lead audio engineer. That morning, Stevens was getting ready at his station, a 144-channel mixing console in the show’s main production truck. What viewers might assume to be an unmediated flow of in-game audio is more like a live D.J. mix, sculpted spontaneously by Stevens, who blends sounds from dozens of sources. “You don’t want this constant roar and thunder,” he said. “Football is a dynamic game in terms of sound.” He has other rules. One is: You mustn’t miss “the doink,” the percussive thump when an errant kick strikes the goal posts, which resonate like a giant tuning fork. Stevens was in the chair for NBC’s 2019 broadcast of the Bears-Eagles wild-card playoff game, which ended with a Bears field-goal attempt that rebounded from the left upright to the crossbar — an event that entered N.F.L. lore as the Double Doink. Stevens’s core principle is that the voices of the play-by-play man, Mike Tirico, and the analyst, Cris Collinsworth, must be boosted in the mix so they dominate even at moments of peak sound and fury. They are the stars of “S.N.F.,” along with the sideline reporter, Melissa Stark, who interviews players and coaches and offers scuttlebutt during games. But that on-air talent is supported by a vast, unseen army, in the packed broadcast booth and the trucks: producers, directors, editors, graphics specialists, researchers, statisticians, “spotters” and others. By the afternoon, nearly every member of that team had arrived at Arrowhead and was at work in the TV compound just outside the stadium gates. There, in the control room of the A-Unit truck, the coordinating producer Rob Hyland and the director Drew Esocoff stood facing a wall of LCD monitors showing nearly 200 video feeds. It was 3 p.m. The production team had just finished the “FAX,” or facilities check, a lengthy run-through when game elements are rehearsed and technical effects — the Telestrator used to explicate instant replays, the video overlay demarcating the line to gain — are tested. Now it was time for a meeting with the camera crew. Camera operators were given sheets containing head shots of coaching staffs, players’ families, anyone whose face they might be called upon to pick out on the sidelines or in the stands. “Isolation plans” were distributed, indicating which cameras would follow key players. “It’s been 207 days since the Super Bowl,” Hyland told the group. “Our country has been waiting for tonight. So let’s make sure we capture the scene. Let’s give America a reason to stick around throughout the night.”The word “America” is bandied freely at “S.N.F.” as a synonym for the show’s audience. It’s partly an expression of the nationalism entrenched in football culture — the flags and flyovers and patriotic hullabaloo that surrounds the N.F.L. But it is also a frank acknowledgment of the stature of televised football in American life. Football is, by far, the most popular thing on TV. Last year, according to Nielsen, 83 of the 100 most-viewed telecasts were N.F.L. games, including 19 of the top 20. It’s no exaggeration to say that television’s continued existence as a purveyor of prescheduled “linear TV” programming is predicated on football. “Year-over-year TV usage is crashing,” says Anthony Crupi, a media reporter for the website Sportico. “But the N.F.L. is trending up. To keep growing — to increase your ratings by 5 or 6 percent when viewership as a whole is down 10 percent — that says how spooky the N.F.L.’s dominance is.” The crown jewel of TV football is “S.N.F.” Last year it registered a 12th consecutive season as prime time’s top-rated show, at least according to NBC’s interpretation of Nielsen metrics. Its average viewership in 2022, 19.9 million, including the audience watching on streaming services, bested the top scripted show, the Western drama “Yellowstone,” by more than eight million. That audience has impressive demographic breadth: One-third is Black, Latino or Asian; 36 percent are women. At a time when cultural fragmentation and streaming are transforming the very idea of TV, “S.N.F.” is something like the last consensus choice, the proverbial hearth around which the nation assembles each week. An NBC camera in the stands at Arrowhead.Brian Finke for The New York TimesNatalie Grant singing “The Star-Spangled Banner.”Brian Finke for The New York TimesAt 7:10 p.m., the Kickoff game went live. There were performances of “Lift Every Voice and Sing” and “The Star-Spangled Banner.” Fireworks exploded; a B-2 bomber raced overhead. In the booth, Tirico and Collinsworth set the scene, wondering aloud how the Chiefs would fare without two of their stars — the tight end Travis Kelce, out with a knee injury, and the defensive tackle Chris Jones, who was embroiled in a contract dispute. Still, the Chiefs had Mahomes. “I think America is about to find out how good he really is,” Collinsworth said. In the A-Unit, Hyland and Esocoff had taken their places in front of that phalanx of screens. Hyland turned to the assistant director Alex Haubenstock. “Be great, Haubie.” He spoke into his headset mic. “Be great, graphics.”The teams lined up for the kickoff. Tirico, 56, is a suave and eloquent announcer who typically steers clear of clichés and bombast. But the moment called for a touch of grandiloquence. “Deep in the distance, it’s Las Vegas,” he intoned, a reference to the site where Super Bowl LVIII will take place in February. The Chiefs’ place-kicker, Harrison Butker, boomed the kick into the end zone. In the control room, Esocoff drawled a request into his headset: “Looking for 16 white.” He wanted a shot of the Lions’ quarterback, Jared Goff, who wears the number 16. A moment later, America — or some not-insignificant chunk of it — watched Goff jog onto the field to take the season’s first snap.For two decades, we have talked about a new golden age of television, heaping acclaim on “prestige” streaming and premium-cable series. But our praise songs to televisual art have largely ignored the most popular — and the most richly televisual — TV of all. Prestige dramas and comedies are, in essence, serialized movies, but a football telecast belongs to a different category. It is an extravagant exercise in visual storytelling: an hourslong motion-picture collage, assembled on the fly, pumped up with interstitial music, graffitied with graphics, embellished with hokey human-interest segments and narrated, with varying degrees of wit and magniloquence, by the featured soloists in the broadcast booth. As a technical feat, it’s a mindblower: a collective improvisation by a team of hundreds, pulled off with top craftsmanship under conditions of extreme pressure. “Sunday Night Football” is television’s biggest show, but it might also be the best — the flashiest, most exciting, most inventive, most artful use to which the medium has ever been put.On April 19, four and half months before the Kickoff game, Rob Hyland was in a conference room in Stamford, Conn., where NBC Sports has been headquartered since 2013. The 300,000-square-foot facility houses the studios and control rooms where the network produces coverage of such properties as the Olympic Games. But in Stamford, as in NBCUniversal’s executive suites, there is an understanding that “S.N.F.” occupies its own echelon. “It is the calling-card show,” says Mark Lazarus, the NBCUniversal Media Group chairman. “It’s the cherry on top of the sundae of all the great content we have at Universal.”The exalted status of “S.N.F.” was the subject, more or less, of the conference-room gathering. It was the “production philosophy” meeting, an overview that begins the run-up to the season. Hyland and Esocoff were joined by 16 staff members, with nine others participating by video. Also present was a legend: Fred Gaudelli, who helmed “S.N.F.” from its founding in 2006 through the 2021 season and is regarded by many as TV’s greatest football producer. More recently, Gaudelli has led “Thursday Night Football” on Amazon Prime Video, which is produced mainly by NBC staff, but he maintains an executive-producer role at “S.N.F.”“This show is one of the only in all of television that still has the resources to allow you to really think big,” Hyland told the group. “If you’ve got a great idea, you can actually do it on this show.”On a screen, a slide show listed goals:Continue to be the leader in storytelling, presentation and innovation.Take the viewer somewhere they have never been and could never go.Identify a “Make You Laugh/Make You Smile” in each episode.“Over the next couple months,” Hyland said, “we’re gonna deconstruct the show and think about how we can do everything better. Everything gets re-evaluated, every single off-season.”“Everything” is not just a figure of speech. “S.N.F.” is defined by an attention to minutiae that extends from the “metallic sheen” on the chyrons to the placement of cameras for capturing quarterback pressures by edge rushers. “If you work on this show, you have to be willing to nitpick,” says Erin Bollendorf, the show’s sideline producer. “No detail is too small.” In the meeting, Hyland laid out a “significant and subtle change to our presentation for the coming year”: a tweak to the onscreen placement of the play-clock graphic. (“It will now live right-justified within the capsule of the score bar.”) He discussed the importance of limiting the number of replays during red-zone scoring opportunities, to not step on live action. (“The third look at a fullback not catching a pass — we don’t need that.”) He screened clips from the 2022 season, talking through a muddled sequence in which “S.N.F.” failed to cut swiftly to footage of the Green Bay Packers’ coach, Matt LaFleur, calling a timeout, and Tirico and Collinsworth were momentarily baffled by the play stoppage. “We need to answer the question for the viewer right away,” Hyland said. “We can’t look for the answer, collectively, with 20 million people.” A production assistant, Samantha Segreto, praised a moment in the Chiefs-Jaguars divisional-round playoff game when a camera caught a telling view of Patrick Mahomes hobbling on a sprained ankle. “That’s a good note,” Hyland said. “Much of the time, the most effective storytelling is going to be simple. A well-composed shot that includes an athlete’s foot will tell a better story than some animated graphic with laser beams coming off of it.”Hyland is 48. He is handsome in a vaguely midcentury way, like Don Draper without the dark secrets. He has tidy hair and a running back’s build, though when he played football, at Williams College in Massachusetts, he was an offensive lineman. In 1997, he got a job as a production assistant on NBC’s N.F.L. pregame show. He joined “S.N.F.” in its debut season as a replay director. He held the job for just three years, but working with Gaudelli was transformative. “I’d never been in a room where we did forensics on every element of the show,” he says. “The idea was, and still is, whether it’s an average game or a great game, it has to look and feel special. Because it’s a ‘Sunday Night Football’ game.” Rob Hyland (standing) and Drew Esocoff in the control room of the A-Unit truck.Brian Finke for The New York TimesThat mystique once belonged to ABC’s “Monday Night Football,” the prime-time showcase that started in 1970. But by 2005, N.F.L. executives had concluded that Sunday was a better spot for marquee matchups. NBC paid a reported $3.6 billion for a six-year contract. In May 2006, Dick Ebersol, the NBC Sports chairman, completed a raid on “Monday Night Football,” hiring its producer and director, Gaudelli and Esocoff, and its legendary broadcast tandem: Al Michaels, a virtuoso game caller with a wry mot juste for every play and plot twist, and John Madden, who revolutionized sports television by turning exegesis into entertainment, illuminating football’s complexities with folksy verbiage and a Telestrator’s pen that he wielded like an action-painter. Ebersol showered “Sunday Night Football” with resources, telling Gaudelli he need only worry about producing a great program.The result was bigger, brighter and more sensational than any previous football telecast. Each game was hyped like a mini-Super Bowl, with a glare and blare designed to jolt the senses. The production values embraced Disneyfied pomp: computer animation, flashing lights, power chords. For years, the opening theme song of “Monday Night Football” was a version of Hank Williams Jr.’s “All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Over Tonight,” a choice that pitched a football telecast as a night of white male bonding and debauchery. The “Sunday Night Football” anthem was sung first by Pink, then by Faith Hill and for the last 11 years by Carrie Underwood, artists with huge female fan bases. “S.N.F.” dragged the big game out of the man cave and into the living room. It has proved a blockbuster. “It’s an unnecessarily lavish show, but that’s part of the charm,” says Bill Simmons, the sports pundit, podcaster and founder of the website The Ringer. “Since day one, NBC has made it clear that money doesn’t matter to them on Sunday nights. Like, at all.”An NBC Sports spokesperson declined to provide specifics, but the outlay is evidently enormous. NBC now pays about $2 billion per year for broadcasting rights; the “S.N.F.” production costs are thought to be $40 million to $50 million annually. Even huge ad revenues — $1.37 billion in 2021-22, according to Standard Media Index — would leave the endeavor hundreds of millions in the red. “Does the ad revenue cover our rights fee?” Lazarus says. “No, but the value to our company” — and affiliates and partners — “is real.” That value, it seems fair to suggest, lies not just in the show’s appeal to advertisers and cable companies, but in NBC’s old-fashioned pride in “must-see TV,” in airing the biggest thing in prime time.But “S.N.F.” isn’t just a testament to excess. From the beginning, it has struck an improbable balance between carnival and seminar, seeking new ways to make a byzantine game more comprehensible. Today that task falls chiefly to Collinsworth, the 64-year-old former Cincinnati Bengals wide receiver who took over analyst duties in 2009. Since then, he has solidified his place as football’s most sagacious color commentator, rendering judgments in a gravelly bass-baritone that has inspired a cottage industry of impersonators. Meme culture has seized on other tics, like the Collinsworthism “Now here’s a guy. …” But unlike the folkloric Madden or the hopped-up CBS analyst Tony Romo, who flaunts his smarts by predicting plays before the ball is snapped, Collinsworth isn’t first and foremost a personality. He has the cool, questing demeanor of a detective — a guy, as Collinsworth himself might put it, who regards football as a grand puzzle that rewards endless inquiry.His investigations entail fieldwork. Collinsworth flew into Kansas City on Sept. 4, three days before the Kickoff game. The following morning, he led an “S.N.F.” delegation to the Chiefs’ practice facility, where they held private interviews with Mahomes and others and spent 45 minutes watching the team run through plays. They also caught breaking news: Collinsworth and Tirico were on the sideline chatting with the Chiefs’ general manager, Brett Veach, when Travis Kelce limped off with a bone bruise in his right knee.Hyland and Cris Collinsworth meeting with the Chiefs’ quarterback, Patrick Mahomes, at the team’s practice facility earlier in the week.Brian Finke for The New York TimesThe Kelce injury was Topic A the next day in a meeting room at a downtown Kansas City hotel. This was the “coaches’ film” meeting, where Collinsworth screens game tape and talks X’s and O’s and producers formulate camera-isolation and replay plans around the game he expects to see. How might Detroit combat a Chiefs offense without Kelce? In 2022, the Lions played man-to-man pass coverage at the second-highest rate in the N.F.L., but Collinsworth explained that they had made a scheme change. There would probably be more zone coverage, he speculated, or perhaps zone match. As for Mahomes: Since 2018, when he became the Chiefs’ starting quarterback, he had played just one game without Kelce. Now the Chiefs had two new offensive tackles and a shaggy receiving corps with no clear star. “Kelce’s ability to chip, get out on routes — it can’t really be replaced. So where is Patrick going with the ball?”Collinsworth’s erudition is the fruit of obsessive film study and immersion in stats and data. (He is the majority owner of the sports-analytics company P.F.F.) But it also reflects a perspective shift that is intuitive to football’s wonks. “I never watch the ball,” he says. When he’s in the broadcast booth, he will follow Tirico’s call to learn where the ball went, but his eyes are elsewhere. He scans the presnap formations to make quick reads of the defensive coverage. After the snap, he turns to the Skycam monitor — the view from behind the quarterback — to catch the offensive linemen’s first step, which tells him whether the play is a run or a pass. If it’s a run, he’ll stick with Skycam; if it’s a pass, he may switch his attention to the defensive secondary to watch coverage develop. When the play is over, he says, “I’m on the button to Rob” — talking to Hyland in the truck to suggest what replay the show should air.“Every play can take you in a different direction,” Hyland says. “You can go to a replay to help support what your announcers are talking about. You can show America a different angle on a play. Or you can take America in a whole new direction narratively. You can go to a preproduced element to showcase something interesting about a specific athlete or coach. You can go to a graphic to help support a story line or to introduce a new story line. It’s like John Madden used to say to me: A football broadcast is the greatest open-book test there is.”Two of the telecast’s six parabolic microphones.Brian Finke for The New York TimesThe Skycam.Brian Finke for The New York TimesWith 9:27 to go in the first quarter of the Kickoff game, the Lions lined up for a punt at their own 17-yard line. Brian Melillo, the audio engineer, was patrolling the sidelines to monitor communications, including the critical link that lets NBC signal league officials when it wants to stop play to go to commercial. In the broadcast compound, the replay director, Charlie Vanacore, stood in the C-Unit truck facing what looked like a psychedelic video-art installation: three giant panels, each holding more than two dozen small screens with feeds from live cameras and replay sources. In the A-Unit, Esocoff spoke into his headset, giving instructions to the operators of Cameras 5 and 1 about coverage of the punt. (“5: kicker, waist-up. 1: returner, waist-up.”) Nearby, Alex Haubenstock reminded Hyland that Tirico should drop the name of a sponsor during the rollout to the next commercial: “Going to break after the kick. YouTube mention.”But the commercial break would have to wait. Dan Campbell, the Lions’ head coach, likes to run fake punts. Over the past two seasons, Detroit successfully converted the trick play on six of seven attempts. Now, just minutes into the new season, the Lions tried again. The ball was snapped to the special-teams captain, Jalen Reeves-Maybin, who barged through a stack of Chiefs to gain the first down.On NBC’s airwaves, Tirico let out a cry: “Dan Campbell, dice rollin’ from inside the 20 on drive two of the season!” Ten plays later, Jared Goff completed a nine-yard touchdown pass to the receiver Amon-Ra St. Brown. In the truck, Hyland spoke into his headset, asking Vanacore and his team to feed him shots of St. Brown. As “S.N.F.” bumped to commercial with slow-motion images of the catch and the celebration, Tirico said: “The fourth-down pickup. A 91-yard drive. They kept Patrick Mahomes off the field for eight minutes. And the guy who makes the Lions’ offense go — Amon-Ra St. Brown — first to the end zone this year. Seven-nothing, Detroit.”The delineation of duties in a sports-broadcasting booth hews to a famous formula. The play-by-play person handles what; the color commentator’s job is why. Tirico is one of those eerily gifted announcers whose what flows like water running over rocks in a riverbed. His national-TV career began in 1991 on ESPN’s “SportsCenter.” He has broadcast countless events, from N.H.L. games to the Olympics, as both a studio host and a booth announcer. He succeeded Al Michaels on “Sunday Night Football” in 2022, and while some complain that today’s “S.N.F.” booth lacks the swagger of the old Michaels-Collinsworth partnership, there’s no gainsaying Tirico’s mastery. He sets a tone of relaxed omniscience — the feeling that, at every moment, you’re being told all you need to know, in an optimally elegant and succinct way. “He’s a TV savant,” Hyland says. When Tirico worked on “Football Night in America,” he was known to shadow Gaudelli in the truck during games. He would sit in the tape room to watch the replay operation; he would lurk in the graphics area. “There is no one I’ve ever worked with,” Hyland says, “that comes close to his ability of the mechanics of television.”Mike Tirico in the broadcast booth.Brian Finke for The New York TimesTirico’s methodology is based on an ominous-sounding acronym, DIE: document, inform and entertain. He thrives especially in the informing department. Each week, he spends dozens of hours compiling his “boards” — notes about players, coaches, ownership groups, hundreds of people who could become the story of the night — logged on a Microsoft Surface that sits at his side in the booth. “I always start with the backup quarterback,” he says. “As soon as the backup quarterback gets in the game, you can tell if somebody’s prepared for the broadcast or not.”Ideally, informing overlaps with documenting and entertaining in surprising and even poetic ways. As halftime approached in Kansas City, with the score tied at 7-7, “S.N.F.” returned from commercial with an aerial shot of Arrowhead. The stadium was in its 52nd season, Tirico said, and it shared its parking lot with Kauffman Stadium, home of the Kansas City Royals. As Mahomes barked signals, Tirico noted another baseball connection: The quarterback, who is famous for throwing the football using arm angles like a shortstop, was drafted by the Detroit Tigers before committing to football. Two plays later, with 37 seconds remaining in the second quarter, Mahomes zipped a four-yard pass to the tight end Blake Bell. “Sidearm sling for the touchdown!” Tirico exclaimed. Then he pulled out a final fact: “Like Mahomes, Bell was also drafted by the Detroit Tigers. In 2010.” This was classic Tirico: a stream of improvised narration, decorated with details from his boards, that unfurled like a scripted riff — a touchdown drive with a baseball leitmotif.This suavity is a solvent: Hyland calls Tirico “the master of sanitation” for his talent at cleaning up awkward on-air moments. He’s also expert at knowing what not to say, a key skill he shares with most every N.F.L. announcer. During the run of “Sunday Night Football,” a period that corresponds almost exactly to the tenure of the N.F.L. commissioner, Roger Goodell, the league has achieved unprecedented popularity while experiencing a breathtaking series of scandals. It has been accused of racism and sexism; been scrutinized over the racial disparity between its owners, executives and head coaches and its majority-Black work force of players; been assailed for inadequate handling of off-field violence and abuse charges; and settled numerous lawsuits, including the Colin Kaepernick collusion grievance and a class action stemming from the epidemic of chronic traumatic encephalopathy and other cognitive impairments among former players. These vexations hover over the weekly orgy of televised football, conspicuous in their absence. The N.F.L. refers to TV networks as “broadcast partners,” a phrase that implies a certain ideological lock step. That characterization doesn’t sit well at “S.N.F.” (“We’re not a mouthpiece for the N.F.L.,” Hyland says.) Tirico views the problem as one of context. “In general,” he says, “the body of a football game is a really poor place to have an intelligent discussion of a significant issue.” A better venue, he suggests, is a pregame or postgame show, where the careful hashing through of a domestic-assault charge or a racial-justice protest will not be interrupted by a punt return. But a skeptic might point out that those conversations rarely do take place on such shows. And while the N.F.L. and broadcasters often prefer to distinguish between on- and off-the-field matters, the reality is fuzzier. Last season, when the Buffalo Bills safety Damar Hamlin went into cardiac arrest after making a hard tackle, the near-death experience caught ESPN’s “Monday Night Football” flat-footed: The moment called for a moral vocabulary, or at least for journalism’s hard questions, but the broadcast mustered mostly platitudes. For viewers, part of the shock was the jarring tonal shift as the game was postponed and then canceled — a disruption of televised football’s usual brisk rhythms, where the frequent carting-off of injured players is marked by perfunctory words of concern as play swiftly resumes. In fact, TV football is not the politics-free zone imagined by the league and its broadcasters. It is saturated by the N.F.L.’s own politics, which play down the consequences of football’s gladiatorial clashes while enshrining them as civic rites. For decades, the league has wedded itself to patriotism that veers into jingoism, adopting as its logo the martial symbol of a flag-decorated shield and embracing military fanfare that broadcasters air as a matter of course. Other strange scenes turn up on TV. Viewers who tuned into the Kickoff game were shown an Arrowhead Stadium ritual, the beating of a “ceremonial war drum” accompanied by fans belting out the Chiefs’ pseudo-Native American “war chant” while performing the hand gesture known as the tomahawk chop — an inarguably racist spectacle that the “S.N.F.” team chose to treat as opening-night pageantry. Yet who can doubt that, as Tirico and others suggest, viewers turn on the game to tune out the world? The pleasure we take in watching the N.F.L., like the multibillion-dollar revenues that support it, rests on a collective decision to not think too hard about it all. Football’s cruelties and inequities, the toll it exacts on bodies and minds — that stuff is easy enough to ignore when a thrilling show is on the flatscreen. “What’s crazy to me is how foolproof football is,” Bill Simmons says. “The sport can survive any scandal and basically anything unseemly.” He added, “People forgive the league for literally anything.”One of NBC’s’ production trucks outside Arrowhead Stadium.Brian Finke for The New York TimesMaria Taylor, Devin McCourty and Jason Garrett on the field for pregame coverage.Brian Finke for The New York TimesHalftime at Arrowhead. The score was 14-7, Chiefs. In the broadcast compound, Esocoff emerged from the A-Unit truck in search of his usual midgame sustenance, a peanut-butter sandwich. Esocoff is 66, tall and imposing, with a droll manner, full of wisecracks aimed at colleagues and mordant jokes at the expense of his beloved New York Jets. He is also, by nearly everyone’s account, the auteur behind “Sunday Night Football.” Esocoff’s work has won 19 Emmy Awards, and he has directed seven Super Bowl broadcasts, including Super Bowl XLIX, the 2015 Patriots-Seahawks game that remains the most-watched program in U.S. television history. Hyland compares the experience of doing a football broadcast with Esocoff to driving a Ferrari. Al Michaels has called him “the Steven Spielberg of live television.” All sports are telegenic, but the marriage of football and TV was a true love match. It’s a story that stretches back to television’s midcentury infancy, when the N.F.L. occupied a less lofty tier of the sporting pantheon and was quicker than, for instance, Major League Baseball to embrace the new medium. The experiment was aided by unlikely visionaries. In 1965, the father-and-son team of Ed and Steve Sabol, small-time filmmakers from New Jersey, partnered with the league to found N.F.L. Films, an in-house movie studio. Their films’ blend of orchestral swells, voice-of-God narration and stately cinematography — slow-motion shots tracking spiraling passes, ghostly game footage from the “frozen tundra” of Green Bay’s Lambeau Field — cast the N.F.L. in transcendent terms. Crucially, the Sabols aestheticized and ennobled football’s violence, with highlight montages (“Moment of Impact”) that emphasized the brutal beauty of gang tackles and blindside hits, depicting the players’ ability to dispense and endure punishment as masculine virtue.But the affinity between football and TV is not just about violence. It is rooted in the sport’s geometries and rhythms: in the rectangular gridiron playing field — a clean, green backdrop for football’s maze of movement — and in the stop-start tempo that makes room for the trimmings broadcasters favor. There are other pauses, built into the schedule. The N.F.L. operates on a scarcity principle: Teams play just 17 times over an 18-week period, a stakes-raising regimen that makes every game important. The drama is heightened on Sunday nights, when the field is washed in light and everything — hash marks, helmets, coaches’ headsets — takes on a cinematic gleam. Viewed in high definition, the game is both intimate and enormous: Cameras pick out beads of sweat and blades of grass, and they sweep up panoramic troop movements and eruptions of athleticism. At “S.N.F.,” Esocoff is the person most attuned to the craft — the art — of televised football. As the halftime break wound down, he retook his position in the control room, facing that big wall of screens. One showed a live shot of fans in Detroit watching the game on a jumbotron at Ford Field. Another held a shot from Stamford of Terry McAulay, a former N.F.L. referee who serves as the “S.N.F.” rules analyst. Two monitors, nicknamed Elvis and Costello, had been used in the first half for a segment featuring the parents of the Lions defensive end Aidan Hutchinson, who agreed to wear mics in the stands so NBC could air their reactions. Esocoff was seated in front of the two largest screens: the program monitor (showing the picture currently on air) and the preview monitor (the image cued to go live next). He had a cup of coffee, and a flip card of team rosters was spread in front of him. As Esocoff explains it, directing a football game is both diabolically complex and simple in its essence. You must have command of vast amounts of information and comfort with state-of-the-art machines. You have to know where each camera is positioned and how to locate its feed amid the dizzying grid of monitors. Every week, you have to commit to memory the names and uniform numbers of dozens of players. You must be capable of conducting simultaneous conversations with the dozens of camera operators hooked into your headset and with your colleagues in the truck, while listening closely to the live audio going out on air. And you need to do all this while calling out a virtually nonstop series of commands to the technical director on your right.Melissa Stark interviewing Jared Goff, the Lions’ quarterback.Brian Finke for The New York TimesYet the heart of the gig is straightforward. “It’s storytelling,” Esocoff says. “My job is to make the audio and the video match as closely as I can.” He clings to pillars of classic narrative: cause and effect, triumph and defeat. “If the QB hits the receiver for 75 yards up the seam, it’s probably because he had plenty of time to throw. So we’re going to find a shot that shows you the pass protection. You want to show both sides of an event. I always say, the hero on a play is no more important than the goat. So right away I’ll be in the ear of my cameramen: ‘56 blue is the goat.’ A word I use a lot is ‘bummage.’ I want to see the bummage. Because a lot of times the bummage is a more dramatic picture than the celebration.”The famous climax of the 2015 Super Bowl was a case in point. Its startling twist ending brought a new main character surging into the spotlight — the Patriots’ rookie cornerback, Malcolm Butler, who intercepted the Seattle quarterback, Russell Wilson, in the game’s closing seconds — while offering scenes of ecstasy and a Boschian panorama of bummage. “With a Super Bowl on the line,” Esocoff says, “the key figures are going to be isolated for reaction shots. Belichick, Pete Carroll, Brady on the bench, Richard Sherman. Malcolm Butler probably wasn’t ISO’ed, but you’ll get shots of him if the receiver is ISO’ed, and you’ll probably get other views on Skycam. I know my cart camera’s going to be on Russell Wilson. I know Brady is ISO’ed over here. I know Pete Carroll and the coaches are going to be on Cameras 5 and 11 or 21 and 25. So it becomes just a matter of sequencing the shots. You know: the coaches, the stars. It’s basic.”However diligently the creators of “S.N.F.” plan, they have little idea what kind of show they will be putting on. For the Chiefs-Lions game, there were nearly 50 pre-edited tape elements and more than 100 graphics — animations, photo bumps, stats, “storytells” — ready to go. But the vague hope was that most of this material would never make air. “We’ll always have a million elements in place,” Hyland says. “The most important thing, I think, is having the discipline to know when it makes sense to bring those things in and when to stay live in the moment. Because sometimes, all of a sudden, a football game’s gonna break out.”That’s what happened at Arrowhead. All night long, Esocoff had cameras returning to Kelce, who was on the sideline in street clothes. Collinsworth had been right: Without their talismanic tight end, the Chiefs’ offense was stymied. Four minutes into the second half, Mahomes fizzed a pass to the wide receiver Kadarius Toney, who bobbled it into the grasp of the Lions’ rookie safety, Brian Branch. Branch dashed 50 yards down the left sideline for a pick-six touchdown: 14-14. The Chiefs added a field goal late in the third quarter and another early in the fourth to reclaim the lead, 20-14. Now the crowd was unleashing the notorious Arrowhead roar. At the 12:11 mark of the fourth quarter, the Lions’ offense took over at their own 25, calling two running plays that left them facing a key third down. As the screen wiped to a shot of the teams facing off at the line of scrimmage, the game clock on NBC’s airwaves showed 10:56 left in the game. But the play clock — that right-justified graphic that Hyland spoke about months earlier in Stamford — had turned red and ticked under five seconds. Jared Goff was furiously clapping his hands, trying to get the ball snapped before the clock expired. The Arrowhead throng was doing its work: Goff’s signals were swallowed up by the din; his teammates couldn’t hear him. The referees threw a delay-of-game flag. “It’s gonna only get louder,” Tirico said. As the referee John Hussey announced the penalty, Wendel Stevens, seated at his console, adjusted the levels on the field mics capturing the raucous “nat sound.”Inside the production trucks.Brian Finke for The New York TimesBrian Finke for The New York TimesEsocoff, meanwhile, made a series of cuts, showing, in rapid succession, Dan Campbell, Goff and the Chiefs’ defensive coordinator, Steve Spagnuolo — a nifty triptych, two parts bummage, one part triumph. But the sequence needed a final image. Esocoff raised his voice and snapped into his headset: “Left 5, both huddles, crowd behind,” indicating that Camera 5 — positioned slightly ahead of the ball on a sideline cart — should pull back its focus to include the far-side crowd in the framing of its “two-huddle shot.” That image popped up on the preview monitor. Esocoff issued directions: “Ready 5. Set 5. And dissolve 5.” And viewers at home watched the screen fade from the close-up of Spagnuolo to a wide shot capturing the teams breaking the huddle, the fans in the stands and an LED scoreboard, wrapped around the stadium’s lower bowl, flickering the phrase “Get Loud!”But the Lions weren’t done. They converted a third-and-12, and six plays later the running back David Montgomery rumbled into the end zone. The extra point gave Detroit a 21-20 lead. In the control room, Hyland stood to Esocoff’s left. Years ago, he had a water-skiing accident that required emergency hamstring surgery. When he returned to work, it was too painful to sit. Now, even after healing, he prefers to stand: He gets a better view of the screens and finds it easier to concentrate through the marathon telecast. During the commercial break, he spoke to Collinsworth on his headset: Did the color man notice the block by the tight end Sam LaPorta on the Lions’ touchdown run? Tirico got on the button to the truck: “Was there a live look that Drew caught of Mahomes? It was really good — just, like, shaking his head, saying, Let’s go. I don’t know if that’s a good look, on super-mo?” Hyland had a different idea: “I want to see Detroit.” He wanted a shot of Lions fans celebrating at Ford Field when they came back on air. Together, he and Esocoff were engaged in a collaboration that invites superlatives and mixed metaphors. When Dick Ebersol first saw Gaudelli and Esocoff at work in a production truck, he said: “This is like watching the frickin’ ballet.” Hyland and Esocoff choose football analogies: They liken their roles to those of a coach who puts a game plan in place and a quarterback who executes it. Other comparisons spring to mind: Their ratatat back-and-forth — Hyland summoning replays for Collinsworth’s Telestrations (“Comp-Tele! And clear it … play it!”), Esocoff’s near-constant recitation of camera numbers and wipes and dissolves — calls to mind a rapper’s bars or an auctioneer’s chant. The effect is enhanced when you realize that this patter represents a gigantic game of telephone, a conversation ricocheting between Hyland, Esocoff and the more than 100 individuals who are “in their ears” at any time. On the possession that followed the Lions’ touchdown, the Chiefs stalled, punting with 5:07 left. “They have a chance to take the game right now,” Collinsworth said. But it wasn’t to be. After one first down, the Lions came up short on their next three plays, and Campbell rolled the dice again, trying a fourth-down pass that was batted away at the line of scrimmage. Tirico said, “The Lions hand the ball to the league M.V.P. at the 45-yard line with 2:29 to go.” The Chiefs had a chance to steal a win, needing perhaps 20 yards to move into field goal range. And then drama turned to farce, as Mahomes’s receivers let him down and penalties pushed the Chiefs backward. A dropped pass. A completion nullified by a holding penalty. Another pass, another drop. A near-interception. A fourth-and-20 that became fourth-and-25 when Jawaan Taylor was flagged for a false start. In the control room, the sequence rolled out in a blizzard of quick cuts, Skycam close-ups and split-screens, as Hyland and Esocoff blurted commands with rising urgency: “Gimme dejection on Mahomes.” “Field to right tackle, 4K.” “5 left, 11 right! … Preview effects. Take effects.” For the professionals in the A-Unit, it was merely a heightened version of what they had been doing for hours. To an untutored lurker, the whole thing seemed like … a frickin’ ballet, or some less dainty choreography, a headlong dance of astounding precision. On fourth-and-25, the Chiefs went for it again. Mahomes took the snap, rolled left and launched a throw that arced across the line to gain, reaching the fingertips of the receiver Skyy Moore, who couldn’t clasp it. Detroit was getting the ball back. NBC went to commercial with its “final act,” a slow-motion montage of jubilant Lions and doleful Chiefs. Esocoff said, “Good stuff, guys” and, for the first time since the half began, rose and stretched. Just over two minutes later, Detroit converted a third-and-two for a first down. Barring a catastrophic fumble, the Chiefs weren’t getting the ball back. On the air, Tirico said: “The Detroit Lions are right there.” In the truck, Hyland’s pronouncement was less circumspect. “Game over,” he said.One measure of the success of “Sunday Night Football” is how “Sunday Night Football”-ish the competing broadcasts are looking. If you tune into “Monday Night Football” or the big Sunday late-afternoon games on CBS and Fox, the rhythms and aesthetics of the broadcasts show a clear debt to “S.N.F.” For the “S.N.F.” team, Hyland says, the challenge is to “continue to distinguish our presentation from all others.” He and Gaudelli had talked about this, he said later. “There’s really not a lot that separates the A-level shows anymore. Everyone is trying to do the exact same show.” Competitors are certainly throwing money at the problem. In addition to the billions they pay the N.F.L. for rights, the networks in recent years have shelled out huge sums to re-sign top broadcast-booth talent and lure glamorous new announcers. In May 2022, Fox Sports announced that it had landed Tom Brady as the lead analyst for its N.F.L. broadcasts, in a deal said to be the most lucrative in television sports history, a reported $375 million for 10 years.The broadcasters engaged in this arms race are, arguably, fighting the last war. The generations that have come of age with social media may not attach the same mystique, or FOMO, to a live event unfolding in real time. Why bother watching the whole game when you can catch quick-hitting highlights on an app? A trend of disaggregation and downsizing can be seen across fan culture and sports media. Fantasy football and prop betting view games through a splintered lens, prizing individual stats and discrete in-game events over wins and losses. There are alternative telecasts like ESPN’s “ManningCast” starring Peyton and Eli, which refigures “Monday Night Football” as a chatty hang with the bros, and the NFL Network’s “RedZone,” whose whip-around coverage offers viewers multiple games at once in split-screen formats.The “S.N.F.” model — airing one floodlit weekly game, from opening kickoff to final whistle — is, by definition, dowdy. But for the time being, at least, it’s huge. NBC tallied an audience of 27.5 million watching the Kickoff game across broadcast and streaming platforms. It ranked as media’s most-watched prime-time show since the last Super Bowl. Three nights later, the whole operation had trucked to MetLife Stadium in East Rutherford, N.J., for Cowboys-Giants, the show’s first Sunday broadcast of the year. It was a washout: a 40-0 Cowboys rout, in the driving rain, that found “S.N.F.” filibustering its way through a dismal second half with segments like a Melissa Stark report about the leg tattoo of the Cowboys’ quarterback, Dak Prescott. Yet, according to NBC, the game still earned a viewership of 22 million. Through the first 11 weeks of the 2023 season, “S.N.F.” is averaging 21.4 million viewers, a 7 percent increase from last year and the show’s best performance since 2015.Inside NBC’s booth at Arrowhead Stadium.Brian Finke for The New York TimesBut it is not the way of “Sunday Night Football” to gloat. Three days after Cowboys-Giants, the production team was in Stamford, in the conference room again, doing a post-mortem on its first two games. That morning, Hyland had sent an email to the staff that included his granular review of the Kickoff-game telecast. He found many areas for improvement:First 4 or 5 replays were a little late — Cris was waiting — awkward silence.Play-action pass to Josh Reynolds — should have froze VT-99 when the LBs stepped up.Did not replay Mahomes scramble for 1st down before the end of the qtr.Pylon video needs to be addressed.Rashee Rice reaction to commercial after the TD was not good.Black virtual line of scrimmage line for the Chiefs looked terrible.Mike was close to getting clipped out of breaks. “I want to be a little bit tough and thorough this first week,” Hyland told the group in the conference room. “I just really want everyone to think about precision and execution. There is a lot we can and must do better. I know, America probably doesn’t even notice this stuff. But we notice, right?”Jody Rosen is a contributing writer for the magazine and the author of “Two Wheels Good: The History and Mystery of the Bicycle.” Brian Finke is a photographer from Texas who lives in Brooklyn. His last assignment for the magazine was a feature on Formula 1 and the Netflix docuseries “Drive to Survive.” More