The Studio is as much about the art of falling as that of filmmaking

Slapstick acts as the Hollywood satire's great equalizer.

The Studio is as much about the art of falling as that of filmmaking
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In the first few minutes of The Studio‘s premiere, Matt Remick (Seth Rogen) has achieved his longtime dream of becoming the head of Continental Studios. And for the rest of the season, he and his colleagues spend a lot of time on the ground. Which brings up a common thread for Matt: In episode two, he destroys Sarah Polley’s oner by walking into a beverage cart and face-planting; the following week, he falls backwards over a snack cart as Ron Howard calls him a “lame-ass idiot”; and he tumbles down a hill with Olivia Wilde in the next installment’s Chinatown riff—just before right-hand man Sal Sapperstein (Ike Barinholtz) is hit by a car trying to rescue a missing film reel. Being a studio head, it seems, means physically sparring with your directors and ending up with not just a bruised ego but a bruised body. 

But this is more than mere slapstick: This type of comedy is The Studio‘s great equalizer and an antidote to some of the series’ incredibly inside-baseball plots and in-joke cameos. Not everyone will know who Ted Sarandos or Matt Belloni is. But anybody can see the humor in a golf cart ramming spectacularly into a Revolutionary War-era set after someone is hit by a stray burrito, a main plotline in The Studio‘s fifth episode. Sight gags like a pratfall or a car crash feel spontaneous and lend the series a cartoonish, screwball-comedy sensibility. Other recent comedies taking aim at the entertainment industry—The Other Two, Hacks—are notable for their wordplay and wit. The Studio often opts for the more gut-level laugh. 

We’re introduced to Matt as someone who believes he has really good taste. He wears tailored suits, drives vintage automobiles, lives in an airy and wood-paneled house in the Hills, and venerates Martin Scorsese. It quickly becomes obvious that these qualities are not only irrelevant to his position but detrimental. The series begins with Matt trying to class up a Kool-Aid movie by getting the Goodfellas director involved, permanently putting the auteur’s script on ice in the process. His job, though he’s loath to recognize it, is to make money, not art. The easiest way to do this, usually, is to appeal to people’s emotions, not their minds. The Studio knows this, even if the studio head doesn’t. Matt’s vocal defense of the importance of Hollywood in “The Pediatric Oncologist” ends with him making an ass of himself in the middle of a fundraiser to benefit children with cancer by, yes, falling down. 

The lesson of that episode, and in fact the whole season, is that none of it is really as consequential as they might like it to be. Matt, his pals, and the entire industry need to be humbled, and The Studio is happy to oblige. This comes to a head during the show’s two-part season finale, which is set during a flashy insider event. CinemaCon is not a fan-focused convention like Comic-Con, nor does it broadcast the artistic importance of film the way award shows or festivals do. CinemaCon is about studios presenting their slates to theater owners, hoping to secure the widest possible release for its most commercial projects. It’s also, as The Studio depicts it, the kind of event that sees industry professionals go on days-long benders in Las Vegas between making their pitches. Maybe Matt had a point that art is socially important in a way that medicine also is, but society certainly wouldn’t accept a doctor taking a hero dose of mushrooms before doing their job.

At CinemaCon, it’s the biggest dog in the show who takes the biggest falls. Though Continental CEO Griffin Mill (Bryan Cranston) is never exactly presented as a stoic, in Vegas he’s practically a rag doll. With Continental at risk of a sale to Amazon, Griffin ends up far too high, falling first into a gondola at the Venetian and then from the ceiling during the studio’s crucial presentation. It’s not The Studio‘s funniest fall, but it’s certainly the most painful. In this moment, the powerful studio CEO is literally brought down to earth in front of the crowd he needs to win over, unable to speak any words but “movies.” Between the drugs and the potential concussion from the fall, this becomes the whole pitch: “Movies…movies…movies!” 

And no matter how The Studio‘s characters or real-world ad teams might try to gussy it up, that is the pitch here. Besides, before there were talkies, there were silent films, and a lot of them were based on the kind of physical comedy that transcended language and reached the broadest possible audience. The Studio may have a lot of niche humor, but it knows the way to connect with everyone is through the timeless tradition of slapstick. After all, there’s nothing funnier than watching folks—especially powerful, rich ones—fall down.     

 
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