Don Draper: Raised by Hookers. Serial Womanizer and Philanderer. Weird, right?
TV geek that I am, I frequent forums to discuss my favorite shows like Mad Men and Game of Thrones. I keep seeing people post comments like, “This is the show’s protagonist? THIS guy? But he’s so unlikeable! I don’t know if I can keep watching.”
I’m sorry . . . I thought that was the point?
Don Draper. Pretty much every
character in the GoT universe. Walter
White. Dexter Morgan. Nancy Botwin.
Al Swearengen. Tony Soprano. All these characters do horrible things-- shocking things. We hate them for it. And yet, we don’t stop watching—we can’t stop watching.
Characters shouldn’t have to be likable—they should be compelling.
What purpose does that serve?
Well, mainly they’re just mesmerizing to watch. How often are the villains more interesting than the heroes? Anti-heroes give us the best of both worlds-- they may have good intentions, but they're flawed, crippled by desires or ambition. Like us, they make horrible mistakes. Often, they keep making them. Or they keep making the same mistake.
We read and watch films and television shows
to step out of ourselves. Fiction gives
us the opportunity to think the unthinkable, to speak the unspeakable, to do
the nasty.
If you want a boy scout, go watch Captain America. If you want someone sweet as pie, check out
Pollyanna. But don’t complain when you
tune into a show about people who lie for a living, or a medieval-style fantasy
featuring broadswords. Somebody’s going
to get mercilessly whacked.
No one said Don Draper was the hero—just the focus of the story. And just because Don’s the focus of the
story, doesn’t necessarily mean you should like him, either. And, good Lord, I hope you don’t fucking identify with him. If you do, what’s wrong with you? (Unless you grew up in a whorehouse, in which case, I'd say your foibles are understandable.)
We’ve always been fascinated by reprehensible characters—Macbeth was
not a nice guy. He was weak and easily
manipulated, and ultimately responsible for a lot of deaths. Sherlock Holmes, one of my personal
favorites, is actually the consummate Victorian gentleman in Doyle’s
stories. But he has been altered in
recent adaptations to come across as a high-functioning autistic or even a
sociopath because we are fascinated by the image of Holmes as a crime-solving machine
with no social skills.
The Greek gods were petty squabblers and back-stabbers. Lancelot and Guinevere were
adulterers—and so were Madame Bovary and Anna Karenina. Indiana Jones, Han Solo and Rhett Butler are
all scoundrels. Humbert Humbert is a
perv.
Alex DeLarge and Hannibal Lecter are hypnotic. Becky Sharp and Scarlett O’Hara didn’t play
by the rules, and neither did Jane Eyre.
Tom and Huck and Bart Simpson are all rascals. Homer Simpson is a gross, selfish asshole who
paved the way for Peter Griffin. Patrick
Bateman is a psycho. Tyler Durden is
schizo. Even the Cat in the Hat lured
children into misbehaving. James Bond is
a stone-cold killer. And that’s why we
love him. We love our characters with
skeletons in the closet, with monsters under the bed, with toys in the
attic.
Nancy Botwin: producer and purveyor of illegal substances. Responsible for multiple deaths and imprisonments. Burned down a whole suburb. Also-- mom.
There are happy stories and happy characters. I like Disney and Anne of Green Gables. I was amazed at how much I loved Captain
America—I had expected to find him a boring boy scout like Superman, but he
turned out to be pretty cool.
In my own stories, I have found that the difference between an
anti-hero and a straight-up hero is their backstory. Usually, something broke them and made them go dark. People have said, ad nauseum, that the fact
that these fictional characters had awful childhoods does not excuse the fact
that they’re awful adults.
Well, no. But it does explain why they are the way they
are. Most characters need an origin
story. History is not an excuse. It’s a reason. We are inescapably shaped by our experiences.
People complain that after six seasons, Don Draper is still the same fucked-up guy pulling the same, fucked-up shit. Why doesn't he move forward?
Well, change is hard ya’ll. I don’t understand why people look for redemption
in these characters. Sometimes there
isn’t any to be found because often, people don’t change. Some of them even get worse.
Like in life. Which is the
point.
If you’re looking for sheer escapism, choose your material
carefully. Not all of it’s
entertainment—some of it is art. And sometimes,
it’s the job of art to make us uncomfortable.
That’s why it’s sometimes called provocative—it
provokes. If you want light and foamy,
stick to your fucking-close-to-water beer.
Sometimes, the rest of us need something dark and full-bodied.
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