{"id":209,"date":"2006-03-20T18:47:21","date_gmt":"2006-03-21T00:47:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/?p=209"},"modified":"2025-10-22T11:22:39","modified_gmt":"2025-10-22T16:22:39","slug":"an-open-letter-to-the-folks-who-make-perfect-disaster","status":"publish","type":"earl","link":"https:\/\/www.thelogbook.com\/earl\/earl\/an-open-letter-to-the-folks-who-make-perfect-disaster\/","title":{"rendered":"Open letter to the makers of &#8220;Perfect Disaster&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So my wife and I sat down last night, glommed down on pizza, and watched the premiere of a new Discovery Channel series called &#8220;Perfect Disaster.&#8221;  (Oddly enough, she had just watched a CNN special on what would constitute the perfect energy crisis, and I&#8217;ve seen promos for a similar show recently on the Weather Channel &#8211; Irwin Allen would be proud.)  I&#8217;ll get into the bizarre psychology behind the sudden preponderance of shows like this another time, but for a moment let&#8217;s talk about the premiere installment of this one show.  Basically, the premise of this hour-long episode was &#8220;What conditions would be necessary for a &#8216;super tornado&#8217; to form near Dallas, Texas, and how much havoc could it wreak?&#8221;  Not a completely uninteresting premise there.  However, the show&#8217;s biggest failing was in trying to illustrate this situation through the eyes of a fictional Dallas family &#8211; the lovable working-class lout of a dad (who just happens to be an emergency management official for the city), and his all-American wife and son.  Even here, we&#8217;re not doomed for disaster.  Yet.  Until whoever wrote the script took a goofball-sized hailstone to the head just before firing up the word processor.  <!--more--><br \/>\nNormally, I try not to be that harsh on anyone; I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;ve put some stuff on TV before that&#8217;s had people rolling their eyes.  But the big problem here was just the sheer amount of cliche injected into the whole thing.  Emergency Manager Dad drops his baseball-crazy son off for Cub Scouts, not having paid any heed to the already-ample weather watches and warnings on his car radio (some emergency planner, eh?).  Sonny is then stranded in a vacant building because, since the den mother, or someone, <strong>was<\/strong> paying attention, Cub Scouts has been <em>called off<\/em>!  Hilarity ensues as the kid calls his mom, who then goes to pick him up and they then become stranded in all manner of tornadic turmoil.  Other cliches include: someone asking &#8220;My God, what is this one?  An F<strong>6<\/strong>?&#8221;; giant hailstones blasting through the car windshield <em>just as Mom leans down to look up at the sky<\/em>; the car being picked up and hurled about by a small twister while Mom and Kid take shelter; and, of course, my favorite, when they try to escape in a loaner vehicle, they run out of gas!  Perfect!  Just add Helen Hunt.  Or, better yet, Bruce Campbell.<br \/>\nAt this point I began to give the show, and keep in mind this was the first time it had ever aired, the full double-barreled MST3K treatment, including &#8220;THERE&#8217;S A MAN ON THE WING OF THE PLANE!!&#8221; when the show tried to illustrate how the storm would affect a plane in the air.  It really became quite enjoyable at the point.  (At least for me; I&#8217;m not sure the Mrs. really dug the live entertainment, especially when Emergency Manager Dad tries to call his wife&#8217;s cell phone <em>in the middle of the tornado<\/em> and can&#8217;t reach her, after which I said &#8220;So much for my family.  Hey, maybe there&#8217;s still time to warn my girlfriend&#8230;&#8221;)<br \/>\nI understand that you have to relate the information and speculation to the Human Experience (TM, pat. pend.) to connect with most of the general audience, but to do so with a series of vignettes that seem like they&#8217;re straight out of a lowest-common-denominator disaster flick just seems like it&#8217;s an exercise in shooting oneself in the foot.  (The disaster flick comparison was always in the back of my mind, somewhere around the time when I blurted &#8220;Oh my God!  A <em>volcano<\/em> just formed and erupted in downtown Dallas&#8230;<em>right underneath the tornado!<\/em>  Airborne lava everywhere!  Oh, the humanity!&#8221;)  The factual and theoretical portions of the program were interesting, but that doesn&#8217;t help if the viewers are slapping their knees and laughing the whole time.<br \/>\nMaybe they could&#8217;ve illustrated this better with a custom-programmed version of SimCity 3000 or something.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So my wife and I sat down last night, glommed down on pizza, and watched the premiere of a new Discovery Channel series called &#8220;Perfect Disaster.&#8221; (Oddly enough, she had just watched a CNN special on what would constitute the perfect energy crisis, and I&#8217;ve seen promos for a similar show recently on the Weather Channel &#8211; Irwin Allen would be proud.) I&#8217;ll get into the bizarre psychology behind the sudden preponderance of shows like this another time, but for a moment let&#8217;s talk about the premiere installment of this one show. 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