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Dr Andrew Cousins meets Notflix’s Senior Deputy Vice-president of Internal and External Acquisition (Los Angeles), Tammy-Lynne Anderson-Planderson-O’Connor

In the 25 years that I’ve been interviewing the great, the good and the frankly terrible of cinema, a lot has changed. If you had told me then that one day I would be able to watch an almost unlimited selection of movies, TV dramas and a thousand and one programmes based around differing variations of people baking cakes of one kind or another, all on my mobile phone, then I’m afraid I would have thought you were having some sort of mental or emotional breakdown. 

I did actually end up having a mental and emotional breakdown, although that didn’t have anything to do with watching TV on a mobile phone, it actually involved me briefly thinking I was a talking mongoose named Gef. 

Anyway, enough of my problems. One company that is largely responsible for the streaming revolution is the entertainment behemoth Notflix. It has almost single-handedly revolutionised the way that we consume media content. But is the result movie heaven? Or is it actually development hell?

 I went to LA to meet Senior Deputy Vice-president of Internal and External Acquisition (Los Angeles), Tammy-Lynne Anderson-Planderson-O’Connor.

AC: Tammy-Lynne, it’s a delight to meet you…
TLAPOC: We’re not Netflix, we’re Notflix, I just wanted to make that clear.

AC: OK, I’m happy to make that clear. But actually isn’t that rather confusing? I mean there’s only a one letter difference between you and Netflix?
TLAPOC: There’s only a one letter difference between “clap” and “crap” but I know which one I’d rather have.

AC: Yes, of course but.. Erm, I’m Sorry, can I just check, you do mean clap in the sense of a round of applause don’t you?
TLAPOC: Of course. What other sense of the word is there?

AC: Nothing. I’ve no idea. So you say your name is different to Netflix but surely there has to be more that separates you then that? You surely can’t be saying that your USP is “we’re one letter different”?
TLAPOC: No, of course not. Netflix streams movies and TV shows. We provide a real-time on-demand, highly curated, digital deluge of high-end and low-brow entertainment, fiction and factual, on-demand, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

AC: A streaming service in other words…
TLAPOC: At its heart, yes. But also, no. We see Notflix content as something that integrates seamlessly into the life, indeed into the very DNA of the consumer. We want it to be become an addiction. But not a bad addiction like heroin or crack cocaine but more of a harmless addiction like, er…

AC: Murray Mints? I’m rather partial to Murray Mints.
TAPLOC: Who is Murray Mints? Is he some sort of comedian? Does he have his own show in the UK? Why haven’t I heard of him? Is he the new Ricky Gervais?

AC: No, it’s a boiled sweet.
TAPLOC: I’m not up to date on all the UK slang but I think calling Ricky a boiled sweet sounds pretty disrespectful. He’s a personal friend and neighbour of mine.

AC: I think we’re straying somewhat from the point again. You say you want Notflix to be addictive, is it true that you make extensive use of algorithms devised by the mathematician Alvie Pushkin? (See “It’s in the Maths”)
TAPLOC: Absolutely, his work into using algorithms to distil a movie into pure mathematics was pioneering but for us he went one step further…

AC: Is is true he devised a new set of algorithms that continually drive new content at the consumer? Hooking them in? Making it almost impossible for them to switch off?
TAPLOC: That’s absolutely correct.

AC: Is it also true that his algorithm was so successful that it’s been described as mathematical methamphetamine? Indeed, he was later so concerned about his creation that he disowned it?
TAPLOC: That’s not a description I recognise.

Pencil sketch side profile of a woman with shades, tall poised, the telletubies floating in the background, tattoes, bangles, cropped hair, arched back. She holds her shades

AC: He eventually disappeared didn’t he?
TLAPOC: I believe so.

AC: Some people believe your organisation had something to do with him vanishing.
TAPLOC: That’s ridiculous.

AC: But he just published a peer review study entitled “The Numbers Game: Why Notflix Are Bastards” hadn’t he?
TAPLOC: Look, the idea that we would have him kidnapped in the dead of night, brutally slain and then had his dead body disposed of by locking him in the trunk of a car that mysteriously found itself bursting into flames is total fiction. That would make us sound like some sort of cult who were trying to protect our algorithms at all costs.

AC: But…
TAPLOC: All hail the algorithm. The algorithm must be right. The algorithm must be served.

AC: Erm right, it’s recently emerged that your main competitor wants to acquire Warner Brothers. Surely a merger on that scale must worry you?
TAPLOC: I’m not worried. In fact we’ve just started talks to acquire a range of studios and intellectual properties that will make the Warner Brothers deal look like chicken feed.

AC: I don’t suppose you could drop a few hints could you? I could really do with an exclusive.
TAPLOC: Let’s just say this time next year you’ll be seeing the Teletubbies everywhere!

AC: The Teletubbies? That’s a bit old hat isn’t it? 
TAPLOC: As a kids show, yes. But as an adult-focussed underground crime fighting team? Tagline: “They’re here to make toast and kick ass and they’re all out of toast “? I smell primetime Emmys baby!

AC: Finally, what do you say to the charge that far from being its saviour, streaming is killing the film business altogether?
TAPLOC: People can be very rude about us. I’ve heard us being described as vampires draining the industry of life.

AC: Yes, I’ve heard that comparison.
TAPLOC: It’s simply not true. Primarily because we’re much more like zombies.

AC: Zombies?
TAPLOC: Yes, we go round consuming intellectual property like zombies eat the brains of the living. In time, there will be no filthy germ filled cinemas and picture houses, there will only be Notflix and the algorithm. All hail the algorithm. The algorithm must be right. The algorithm must be served. 

AC: Tammy-Lynne Anderson-Planderson-O’Conner, thank you for your time. 

The first collection of Dr Andrew’s interviews, with the illustrations of Eric DuBois are available to buy in print and digital forms from CarnalCine.ma.

Paddy Morgan, last of the hell-raisers

The first new Carnal Cinema column & cartoon in 20 years…

Oliver Reed, Richard Harris and Peter O’Toole were a breed of actor apart. Prodigiously talented on screen and with extremely tempestuous personal lives off screen. Booze, women and plenty of bust ups featured regularly. It was for that reason they acquired the nickname “the hell-raisers”. But there was one of their number who is less well celebrated, Paddy Morgan. Paddy might not have been a household name today, but his performances in movies such as “Where Stunt Doubles Dare”, “Touch of the Gorgon” and “Swords, Sandals and Slaves” made him much in demand in the sixties and seventies.

Paddy died in 2006 when his third liver finally decided it could cope no longer and literally exploded inside Paddy’s abdomen. Fortunately, Dr Andrew Cousins had just completed an interview with Paddy weeks before his untimely death. Never published until now, Dr Cousins meets the last of the hell-raisers…

AC: Paddy Morgan, you rarely grant interviews these days. Thank you for agreeing to talk to me. 
PM: I don’t do them because they get me into trouble. 

AC: You are known for saying controversial things, that’s true… 
PM: I have two problems with interviews. One, I’m usually drunk and when I’m drunk I have no filter. I say the first thing that comes into my head. 

AC: What’s the second problem? 
PM: The journalists will insist on writing down every word I say and publishing it. It causes me no end of problems. Not that I can usually remember what I said because I’m usually half drunk. I may have mentioned that. I can’t remember. 

Continues at https://carnalcine.ma/interviews/paddy-morgan-last-of-the-hell-raisers

Stanley Kubrick’s Nativity play diaries, age 12.

In 1942 a precocious young twelve-year old by the name of Stanley Kubrick was given the job of directing the Christmas nativity play at St Jerome School in New York. Stanley kept a journal, hand-written in crayon, from the age of eight. This is the first time that permission has been given to reproduce extracts from them.

5th November 1942
Miss Pritchard has asked me to direct the nativity play this year. I asked her what the budget was likely to be. She said that there was no budget but that I would have full access to the dressing-up box and the cardboard manger from last year. It means that I will have to scale down my ideas somewhat. The flashback scene to the parting of the Red Sea will have to go as will the recreation of the Great Flood incorporating a full size Ark. However I eventually agree to take on the project.

9th December 1942
Have completed the script for the play, “Stanley Kubrick’s Birth of Christ”. I intend to stage a modern dress version with Herod dressed as Adolf Hitler and his soldiers as SS officers. I am having a meeting with Miss Pritchard to discuss my ideas later this afternoon.

10th December 1942
Miss Pritchard has branded my ideas “too controversial”. She was particularly critical of my intention for Mary to deliver Jesus by Caesarean Section. She has insisted that I work from the script for last year’s play. I refuse until she threatens to send me to the headmaster’s office. I grudgingly accept her terms.

18th December 1942
First rehearsal. I have made the cast hike around Central Park wearing their costumes to get a feeling of what Mary and Joseph’s journey to Bethlehem must have been like. After three hours, Patty-Sue started crying and said she wanted her mother. I reluctantly send the cast home. Tony asked if we could have Bethlehem burn to the ground during the final act. I tell him that Miss Pritchard has expressly forbidden the use of any special effects after my request for three pints of stage blood for the birthing scene.

Pencil imaginary sketch of Stanley Kubrick as a 12 year old with pencil, clipboard, baseball cap.

Continues at https://carnalcine.ma/interviews/stanley-kubricks-nativity-play-diaries-age-12/