EDITOR'S NOTE: On 15 August 2000, only two weeks into the series, Fox announced that it was cancelling American High due to low ratings, and replaced the episodes scheduled for 16 August with reruns of Futurama. Cutler expects to find a "new home" for the show, perhaps on Fox Family, which has also secured rights to My So-Called Life and Freaks and Geeks.
Kids' Stuff
A teenager's life is tragically fraught with
opportunities to shame his future self. I'm thinking
specifically now of my own high school's literary arts
magazine. I never wrote for it, but I broke it out
the other night in a fit of boredom, expecting, maybe,
a cheap laugh. Instead, it was kind of dull. The
writing wasn't bad. Well, some of it was, sure. But
a lot of it was honest and earnest. There were the
expected hackneyed pleas for world peace and such that
are always comic gold, but there were also pieces on
feeling lonely or isolated, plainly observed and
occasionally even moving.
American High, a new documentary series on Fox
Television, is kind of the same way. It gives
fourteen suburban Chicago teenagers an opportunity to
show themselves, warts and all, to the broadest of all
possible audiences. It's like the world's biggest
literary arts magazine, but in this case the teenagers
don't have to use poetry or homoerotic tree drawings
to express themselves. They just do their thing, and
producer R. J. Cutler (who documented the 1996 Clinton
campaign in The War Room), does the rest. For the
kids, it's an enormous opportunity for catharsis. It's
also an opportunity for crippling future
embarrassment. When the show works, as it does about
half the time, we get to know some interesting young
people. The rest of the time, however, we're watching
apparently generic teenagers emote and stuff. It
could take a few weeks and an illustrated field guide
to tell some of these kids apart. ("Wait... is that
the girl who's going out with the guy with the Jeep?"
"Oh, forget it. Who cares?")
In the first two episodes (shown back to back), we
meet eight young people, more or less compelling, and
recognizably human. The blandest are Robby and Sarah.
He's an athlete prone to dreamy ruminations; she's his
girlfriend and defines herself as such. She hints
that there's more to her. We all hope so. The second
couple, Kiwi and Rachel, isn't exactly enthralling
either: he's a football player; we know almost
nothing about her. They're mostly like those letter
jacket and soda shop couples in the Babysitters' Club books, except for a creepy intensity that makes
Kiwi appear just a little bit dangerous. Listening to
him talk about kicking field goals as if it was a tour
in Nam, you get the sense that this guy might just
boil over. Kiwi is also involved in a platonic
friendship with the beautiful Anna. She doesn't have
an official boyfriend, but judging by the boys who
flirt with her as she walks down the hall, she isn't
alone by necessity. Could she be pining for Kiwi? The
directors clearly want us to think so. They stop just
short of dubbing in meows when Anna and Rachel see
each other in a parking lot. But these Melrose Place machinations are the least interesting thing
about American High.
So far, the best parts of the show have had the least
plot. Meeting the characters and exploring their
backstories is more fun than watching anything they
actually do. In the first two episodes, we meet
three wildly different people. The most socially
mainstream of the three is Brad, so far the only out
gay character. He's involved in school activities and
considerate of others. He's also good friends with
Robby (of Robby and Sarah) and, though he isn't on a
sports team, he feels comfortable enough around the
athletic crowd that he reprimands them for making
homophobic remarks in the locker room. His home life
is serene and nurturing and he seems to draw strength
from his parents.
Kaytee is also shaped by her home life, though her
place is more bohemian than Brad's pristine modernist
abode. Her mom actually tries to talk her out of going
to college. But strangely, having easy-going parents
has only made her more resolute. Many people watching
will recognize Kaytee as the proto indie rocker of the
bunch. She isn't in with the sports crowd who dominate
the hallways with their high fives and baggy pants,
but the friends she has chosen idolize her. She plays
guitar, wears Lisa Loeb glasses, and writes her own
songs. In one particularly poignant scene, she sings
her songs into a four-track tape recorder as a male
friend watches and sings along. Both her confidence
and his adulation are palpable. He knows all the
words.
But the center of American High is clearly Morgan.
At first he looks to be Puck Junior, another annoying
anti-hero. If he doesn't already own an anarchy
T-shirt, he'd definitely enjoy the sentiment. But it's
also quickly apparent that his anti-social behavior
has deep roots in frustration. Being consigned to
Special Ed classes your whole life, particularly when
your little brother is a good student, can't be easy.
His home life is in shambles; he's always in trouble.
We know all this
because Morgan tells us. His capacity for
self-involvement is limitless and will undoubtedly
turn many people off. Moreover, he admits that he
wants to be famous. (I guess no one told him that
polite people don't say that out loud.) While Morgan
never says outright that his hopes for a showbiz
career motivate his being on American High (or maybe
the producers just didn't show us that clip), I think
that's a safe assumption.
But instead of taking his nihilism at face value, the
producers show us a reason to love Morgan, or at least
try to understand him. The hows and whys are sketchy,
but Morgan begins working at a gymnasium for mentally
handicapped people. Right away he recognizes his
students' frustration with the world and their desire
to transcend the hand they were dealt. The experience
is therapeutic and Morgan reveals a regard for other
people that he didn't before. The show's retelling of
this development is too pat to be compelling on its
own, but it sets up Morgan as a complicated character.
He will undoubtedly be in more trouble in the future.
And now that we know something about him, we'll even
care.
Though Morgan is the only character who has changed
much, so far, discovery is the theme of American High, almost exclusively. Over and over we hear that
high school is a time and place for figuring out "who
you are" or "who you want to be." That's American High's position and it's probably the right one.
Short of national emergency or a nuclear holocaust,
self-definition is what occupies teenage minds. And
even in a holocaust it's still a priority: it
certainly was for Anne Frank. So American High can't
be faulted for making teen dramas its drama.
Yet the show's obvious, and superior, precursor,
Frederick Wiseman's classic 1969 documentary, High School, wasn't obsessed with personal discovery or
even teenagers. High School as the name implies,
took the entire social and physical system of high
school as its focus. It was as much about the
teachers and the times as it was about the students.
In some respects High School seems old fashioned
now: I can't help but laugh in retrospect at the
teacher reading Paul Simon lyrics in class as poetry.
But in other respects it seems perfectly modern.
Images of social groups like the smart kids and the
stoners, or stereotypes, like the goofy self-important
gym teacher these things are ageless. Watching
High School is like walking into a high school as an
invisible adult. Watching American High is more like
being enrolled, which is to say, confusing and
sometimes annoying.
Part of that immediacy is the result of the footage
the kids were allowed to shoot with their
own video cameras mostly personal testimonial which
Cutler uses as narration or explanation for action
on-screen. Other kid-shot footage shows family life
when the professional tv cameras aren't around. In a
scene where Morgan's seriously stressed father almost
physically ejects him from the house for being
difficult and not cleaning his room, the camera
Morgan's holding acts as a surrogate for his point of
view. As we know from watching Cops, a shaky camera
means it's real. And we can feel how shaky Morgan
must feel, even as he acts defiantly. It's at these
moments when American High lives up to its promise
and feels as real as real life, or at least, as real
as good fiction. But just as often American High's
immediacy acts as a hindrance to clear understanding.
Cutler does a good job of illustrating the characters'
stated points of view with scenes from their lives,
but he's frustratingly silent about what isn't said in
confessional voice-overs. Like it or not, what the
teachers do behind the scenes has a real bearing on
the lives of their students. And what the parents do
at or as work matters, too. Neither of these things is
a part of American High and the show is
substantially poorer for it. Most of the time, this
"real life" show just skims the surface that great
teen fiction like My So-Called Life and Fast Times at Ridgemont High (based on a true story by Cameron
Crowe) burrowed way beneath. Though focused on
teenagers, both the tv series and the movie included a
wisdom born of experience. In MSCL, it was embodied
by Angela's worried but loving mother; Fast Times,
it was borne by the interweaving fables that formed
the plot.
American High is ultimately a record of where a
certain group of teenagers were in the year 1999.
Sometimes it's interesting; sometimes it's moving.
It's an admirably non-exploitative effort, full of
valuable information. But it's not gripping television
and now that it's future is uncertain at best, it's
doubly sad that it could have been better.