ALL THE STUFF MIAMI VICE TAUGHT ME (THAT WAS COMPLETELY WRONG!)

Like most people wandering the planet during the 1980s I use to watch the at times cheesy and occasionally groundbreaking Miami Vice.Cheesily groundbreaking… like the invention of macaroni and cheese!

I digress. Whoops!

Anyway, it was quite the big deal — staying up late with my dad on Friday night to catch the latest adventures of Crockett, Tubbs, and Edward James Olmos’s glowering moustache.

It hates you...the stache, not my dad!
It hates you…the stache, not my dad!

There’s been a lot of important study like thingies conducted by a lot of important scholarly people type thingies dealing with how media shapes the minds of impressionable rugrats. Speaking for myself I was an impressionable child growing up in a small town.  My parents didn’t allow the glass teat to raise us but I did take a few lessons from it.

And everything Miami Vice taught me was complete bullshit!

LESSON I: Life Will Provide You With A Zany Sidekick

Outside of sheer absurdity, Vice would provide laughs by occasionally inserting the characters of Noogie Lamont and Izzy Moreno into various episodes. Hilarity always followed in their wake.

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It never really hit me when I was a kid just how clichéd, stereotypical and even outright racist these two characters were (I didn’t even know what two of those three words meant and only had a vague understanding of the other one). I only use to think how nice it was that when things got heavy a moronic joker or maybe two would show up to help lighten the mood, even occasionally manage to help the good guys out with their bumbling antics.

The thing is that when you’re trying to dodge the heavy poo the monkey we call life decides to fling in your direction, the zany sidekick does not often show his face, and if one should, they actually can manage to make things worse. Especially when the sidekicks you tend to attract are less this guy

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And more this guy

MARK IT ZERO, BOY WONDER!!!
MARK IT ZERO, BOY WONDER!!!

When the crap starts flying it becomes a shitstorm when guys like Walter show their face. All you can do is  huddle under the bed in a quivering heap praying that the crazy does not achieve nuclear meltdown proportions

REVISED LESSON: Beware the sidekicks

LESSON II: A Well-dressed Man Will Go Far

I guess about ten million words have been written on the fashion of Vice — Armani suits that looked like a box of crayons exploded, hot cars, well-groomed hair. Those dudes knew how to dress and cruise in style at 3 am while jamming to Phil Collins (difficult to type that last bit and maintain a straight face.

My long years as a fashion victim started with Miami Vice, I suppose. I hit the age when kids start stressing about their look and kicked it into overdrive. By that time nobody else was Viced out, of course. I didn’t Vice either but it was in the back of my own beady little mind. Those guys were badass and hip and they did being badass and hip well. I wanted to be badass and hip and I wanted to do well. The correlation was made.

Over the years I managed to achieve various combinations of badass, hip and doing well. Over the years I also managed to fail spectacularly, be less than a badass, and unable to find hip in the dictionary. It’s hard to feel any of those ways when you’re sitting around with your thumb up your butt and egg on your face.

Look, there’s no talisman that’s going to make you a success in life— clothes or otherwise. There are a lot of failures out there who look simply FAH-BOO-LUS and they are still failures. Let’s not forget to mention the fact that how you look doesn’t make you a better person, or any of the other cynical and shallow tripe that society itself seems to push on you daily. It takes a little bit more to be productive than an Armani jacket.

REVISED LESSON: Clothes just mean you’re not nekkid

LESSON III: All Problems Can Be Solved By Beating The Shit Out Of Somebody

I was part of the generation of guys raised on John Rambo, Schwarzenegger one-liners and GI Joe action figures. I was raised swimming in an ocean of testosterone generated by red meat eating guys who hunted, drove pick-ups, and generally celebrated that they were manly men types in full bloom of their primal manliness. I guess some of that shit stuck.

I’ve never really bought the rap that watching violence will rewire you to be violent. As Fox Mulder said, “That’s just pseudoscience used to make political book.” I’d also add that some of that results from people needing a reason for everything even when there may not be an easy answer. When done properly, violence in the media and on television reflect  uncomfortable truths about the world we live in. That being said, I do believe that certain things may reinforce certain attitudes.

On Miami Vice (and in other stuff I watched back then *even today*) the bad guys were dealt with pretty easily. A couple of kicks to the ass and a few bullets solved most of what ailed them. Hell, Crockett even threatened to feed federal agents and other bureaucratic types to his pet alligator for simply annoying him.

This is how he handles lines at the DMV.
This is how he handles lines at the DMV.

It was pretty simple: violence solves problems. That little philosophy exists in much of the stuff  geared towards men — and no offense to my gender— too many of us are predisposed to believing it. There’s something else thats pretty simple: you reap what you sow. I’ve been knocking around long enough to assure you that old chestnut of wisdom just happens to be true.

Sure, there are people who deserve a good stomping and you probably know a few of them. Even if you could administer a swift dose of frontier justice (which didn’t even work on the frontier by the way) that doesn’t put paid to them. You are putting paid to your karma though. Eventually that bill will come back around and smack you up the side of your head.

Know something? It really hurts too.

REVISED LESSON:Peace and love is far out, man!

LESSON IV: Growing Up To Be A Brooding Noir Type Dude Is The Way To Go

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I’ve had my share of such mornings.

I’ve had more than my share of such mornings.

Hindsight being 20/20, as hindsight often infuriatingly is, waking up with a killer hangover and a mouth tasting like a 6 day old used ashtray with absolutely no clue what transpired the night before was never cool. Without getting all public service announcement, I understand that many people live their lives that way and I existed that way for years.

James “Sonny” Crockett was the brooding, dark, neo-noir hero of Miami Vice. He had some good qualities as a character— mostly no nonsense, driven to right wrongs, defender of the helpless, and so on and so forth. He also wallowed in the bleakness created by a job that was essentially useless, the deaths and betrayals of friends and loved ones, and generally swam in a pool of bad habits — smoking, drinking, gambling and straight up whoring.

As a kid there was something gnawing inside of me that responded to this character and it was the same thing that responded to similar characters in movies and fiction. I’m not saying that I looked at Crockett and said “that’s who I wanna be when I grow up!” I am saying that he was a fictional role modal of sorts, not necessarily a healthy one.

There is a myth about being dark. You  can get into it if you are the right type of person. The myth is that darkness equates depth. You are hip to the crappy realities of life, people suck and there is no future. It’s a good way to mask your own narcissistic and self-destructive behavior. Eventually you have to chuck the pretense, take a long  cold look at yourself, and call yourself out on your own bullshit. It can be a difficult thing to do but not so hard if you develop the ability to laugh at your own absurdities.

Eventually you might even write a silly article on your blog and mock some of those absurdities for the sport of a bunch of strangers on the Interwebz.

REVISED LESSON: Grow up to be  a boring yet productive citizen

OVERALL LESSON: Real life Is ultimately much better than anything you see on television

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9 thoughts on “ALL THE STUFF MIAMI VICE TAUGHT ME (THAT WAS COMPLETELY WRONG!)

  1. HA! I love the hell out of this entry. Miami Vice was a strange staple in my own household, too — I say ‘strange’ simply because we were a household of girls. We just happened to be girls who liked kickass action shows (The A-Team, Riptide, Magnum P.I., etc…etc…all were necessary to our Must Watch list). There was a time when I thought Crockett was pretty hot, but only when he was moody and broody (that “noir” type as you’ve mentioned, of course), not when he was cracking wise with Tubbs and dressed in pastels. I remember everything you’ve mentioned here, but on the subject of music, I think what I remember most about the show was the number of music celebs who showed up as episodic characters. This list reminded me of them:

    http://www.rollingstone.com/tv/lists/16-best-miami-vice-musical-guest-stars-20141007

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  2. I was a big fan of this show too. When it came out in 1984 – I was already a so-called ‘adult’. Yes I had a straight normal job, which was kind of boring in the grand scheme of things, so for me, the action was thing that attracted me.

    At the time I lived in Manhattan (the upper east-side), I smoked pot, and I was automobile free having lost my car to thieves more than once. I had been a robbery victim twice, and so I had experienced a good many of the darker problems of urban living.

    Then came Vice with all of its glamour, and thrills, and bullets, and babes. Crockett and Tubbs had style and flash, and of course testosterone. I also felt strong attractions to Detectives Gina and Trudy – I mean, I worked and got stoned – and had zero chance to meet women like that.

    The producers had injected enough style and flash to make the show so cool that while I never wanted to be Sonny Crockett or Ricardo Tubbs, I never wanted to miss a show. Edward James Olmos. as Lt. Castillo had enough exoticness about him to make almost iconic. While he showed zero flash, he was really just as charismatic in his own, strong and silent way, as Crockett and Tubbs were with all of their fast cars, flashy clothes, and big guns.

    Then, adding to the allure was the music.

    For me, it was the sheer escapism that the show offered. It was a fantasy, and for a man living in the north east of the United States, where winters actually existed, the show provided an irresistible outlet. I mean, if the choice was to trudge around in freezing weather with ice and snow, or watch a show like Miami Vice – there really was no choice. At least for me.

    Thanks for this terrific post.

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