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Carnival Returns
by Nancy deWolf Smith, Wall Street Journal (January
7, 2005)
HBO rejigs its Sunday night lineup this week
with the second-season premiere of the Depression-era
series "Carnivale" and the debut of
"Unscripted," a reality-style show
about Hollywood wannabes. "Carnivale"
is a drama and "Unscripted" is a spoof.
Watching them, you sometimes wish the reverse
were true.
"Carnivale"
(9-10 p.m. EST) won well-deserved Emmys last
year for costumes and art direction. Set among
the denizens of a grubby carney as it lumbers
through dust-bowl America in the 1930s, the
show oozes atmosphere. You can feel the heat,
taste the dust and smell the sweat as the sideshow
performers drag through their tired routines
before an even-more downtrodden audience.
Adding to the gloom is
an apocalyptic plot revolving around the strange
powers and visions of an 18-year-old carney
worker, Ben (Nick Stahl). By this season, we
know that Ben is destined to do final battle
with Evil, as represented in the person of Brother
Justin (Clancy Brown), an evangelist. What Ben
represents is not entirely clear. He gets cryptic
messages from a growly voice that emanates from
behind a curtain in a carnival trailer, insinuating
that Ben is destined to save the world. But
nobody in this show and its huge cast, anchored
by the diminutive carnival manager Samson (Michael
J. Anderson), ever gives or gets a straight
answer.
As the season opens,
the carnies dig through the smoldering ruins
of a fire that killed a catatonic but accurate
fortuneteller and helped conceal the murder
of a blind consort of the bearded lady. Ben
tries to learn more about his father, Scudder,
who may hold the key to his destiny. Brother
Justin, meanwhile, preaches on the radio, recruits
a prison inmate to do his dastardly bidding,
and is excruciated by a beautiful Chinese tattoo
artist.
For a show this ponderous,
"Carnivale" hops from scene to scene
very fast. But that's its only concession to
contemporary viewing tastes, accustomed to cheap
thrills. It's so heavy, in fact, that someone
could make a hilarious parody of it. Until then,
we can only trust that the writers have a clear
vision, and that when the end comes, it will
be full of sound and fury signifying something.
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