Citizen Baines
Regular airtime: Saturdays, 9pm EST (CBS)
Producers: John Wells Productions in association with Warner Bros. Television
Cast: James Cromwell, Embeth Davidtz, Jane Adams, Jacinda Barrett
by Lesley Smith
PopMatters Film and TV Critic
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Rituals
Like so many of this season's prime-time newbies,
Citizen Baines gathers outstanding actors,
scatters them across time-faded sets and well-shot
locations, bathes them in the not-always-flattering
naturalistic light that requires a cinematographer's
skill and imagination, then abandons them to
lightweight stories and Sunday School life lessons.
Citizen Baines held out the promise of
intellectual challenge longer than most. But in its
fourth episode (27 October), the first since Elliot
Baines' brutal kiss-off by the administration in
Washington, the series' central focus on how a
lifetime politician copes when he realizes that
"after" is going to last a long, long time, vanishes
into a mishmash of family saga staples -- the
repercussions of adultery, unexpected pregnancy, the
getting of wisdom, and backyard psychotherapy.
The show's premise unfolded during an unusually
thoughtful first episode. Widowed Washington State
Senator Elliot Baines (James Cromwell) and his three
daughters kick into the well-oiled ritual of election
day, with the added tension that the eldest, Ellen
(Embeth Davidtz), has managed her father's re-election
campaign. However, as the day wears on and exit polls
accumulate, defeat, for the first time in 25 years,
strides ever closer to Elliot. Subtly, James Cromwell
shows Elliot's almost Olympian calm succumbing to a
barely suppressed terror, held at bay only by his
daughters' need for reassurance and his own obligation
to graceful public concession.
The daughters are deftly sketched as appealingly
imperfect women, even if they conform to traditional
fictional sibling types. The eldest, over-achiever
Ellen, is an apparently happily married hot-shot
lawyer and Congressional wannabe. The (inevitably)
dreamy middle child, Reeva (Jane Adams), has subsumed
both her professional ambitions and her political
heritage in marriage and children with a crumpled,
self-interested geology professor, Shel (Arye Gross).
The spoiled Dori (Jacinda Barrett) likes to live off
her father's money and in his house, but sulks like a
chagrined eighth grader when she discovers that his
political clout, not her photographic portfolio,
captured the interest of the photo editor who has
hired her as a stringer for the local Seattle paper.
As all three daughters wait out election day, sharp,
brief scenes crack open shifting family tensions, the
day-to-day negotiations of intimacy. Ellen berates
Reeva for not bringing her children to the family
photo op and Reeva counters that their education is
more important than politics. Dori turns up late and
outre, speedily reuniting her elder sisters in
concerted disapproval. Dori and Ellen bemoan Reeva's
aimless drifting and wasted potential. During the
episode's final minutes, though, as children,
grandchildren, and sons-in-law gather in the campaign
hotel, the desperation of the daughters' hopes for
victory reveal more than their love for their father.
In Reeva's passionate hopes for new voting figures, in
Ellen's icy practicality, the audience sees how much
their own identities depend upon their father's
continued power. In one man's defeat looms a seismic
family loss.
The complexity inherent in the negotiation of this
loss established Citizen Baines, at least in
prospect, as something other than a less glossy, less
sentimentalized Sisters, its obvious prime-time
antecedent. Episode by episode, though, the ongoing
minutiae of residual family life have overpowered the
creative challenge of showing the restructuring of
lives in the aftermath of loss.
Reeva's conventional coping with an unexpected
pregnancy and her separation from philandering Shel
replaces her handling her loss of status as the
Senator's daughter, a status that allowed her to drift
through her 30s. Dori, constantly adorned in
underwear-revealing off-the-shoulder tops (has this
woman never carried a couple of camera bags and
suffered those elegantly drooping straps biting
relentlessly into her upper arms?) forgets her anger
at her father's influence, and captures coup after
coup at the paper, despite the fact that she's a
rookie. Even Elliot, his last ambitions dashed as the
administration secretaries up without him, goes from
bathrobed depression to suit-and-tie aplomb in less
than half an hour of TV time.
The show's handling of this "depression" marks how
limited its horizons have become in four short weeks.
The episode establishes, quite wittily, Elliot's
initial grief (he doesn't leave the house for four
days, mending domestic appliances for recreation) and
his daughter's concern. But that concern rapidly
degenerates into me-generation self-obsessed reaction.
Ellen is hurt because her father doesn't jump with joy
when she announces publicly her intention to run for
Congress, and Reeva marches defiantly off to her new
job as a cosmetic sales clerk when her father deplores
the paucity of her ambition. This first half of the
episode launches enough rich storylines to keep the
characters developing compellingly for several weeks.
And then the second half kills every single one of
them, through the most hokey device seen on prime-time
in some weeks -- the fate of an oil lamp (belonging to
Elliot's powerhouse aunt who died on the Titanic) on
an Antiques Roadshow look-alike. The lamp, of
course, symbolizes Elliot. When the producer, who
first burnishes Elliot's vanity by recording him for
the show, then dismisses the lamp as being worth
"maybe $150 on a good day," Elliot cracks, claiming
that the lamp has value precisely because of his
aunt's history as a political activist and educator,
because it, and by analogy, he, possess a significant
past still vital to the present. But the TV producers
are unmoved: he's served his purpose, as a touch of
celebrity for their show, and is no use to them
anymore.
At this point, Elliot's nascent depression might have
deepened (who, after all, could be cheered to discover
himself a has-been celebrity on an ageing PBS
program), allowing Citizen Baines to explore
not only the long-term course of post-retirement
melancholy, but also its impact on a vulnerable
family. But, having faced his apparent worthlessness,
Elliot inexplicably perks up. He apologizes to Reeva
for his prejudice, and she reassures him that she's
only working as a sales clerk until she "finds a new
dream." (Goodbye to a storyline that might actually
allow a woman to choose pleasure over status in a
career). He turns up at Ellen's first speech as a
potential candidate, and his very presence infuses
passion into her voice. (Goodbye to a storyline that
might allow a mature woman to explore the rationale
for her career choices and the dictatorship exerted by
her father's approval.) Finally, he plugs in the newly
electrified oil lamp, and tells his youngest daughter,
with all the subtlety of a hammer blow, that even if
it's only worth $150, it still works. (Goodbye to a
storyline that might actually treat depression
seriously as an illness instead of as a quick route to
wry self-knowledge).
In its first few episodes, Citizen Baines
showed genuine signs of bucking the CBS feel-good
Saturday night orthodoxy, by assuming the complex task
of creating family-friendly entertainment without
soaking in sentiment the raw textures of domestic
life. In theory, there's no reason at all why the
elimination of "adult" elements (explicit sex, strong
language, violent storylines) should limit the
emotional and intellectual range of a TV drama and the
sophisticated satisfactions it might offer its
audiences. But Citizen Baines symbolizes the
lack of imagination driving so much of prime-time,
whether drama or sitcom, cable or network. With
honorable exceptions, like the underrated Third
Watch, TV life between 8 and 11pm is either
R-rated racy or Disney-utopian, where, no matter the
problem, no more than 50 minutes will solve it. And
always, always, check your intelligence at the door.