The New Golden Age of Television in which we find ourselves is marked by a few spots of tarnish. There’s a sameness of tone (i.e. grim) and skin color (i.e. white), a tendency to confuse violence (i.e. brutally assaulted women) for plot, and a mystifying reluctance to let villains be villains.
A quick definition of terms: I’m talking about true villains, here. Not bad guys — those gun-toting heavies who show up every week to supply a given episode with its necessary conflict. Bad guys say things like “Get in the car,” and “You gotta smart mouth,” and “The boss wants them taken care of.” They’re interchangeable, predictable, boring.
And let’s take monsters off the table while we’re at it. Television has always loved its monsters, on shows like Kolchak: The Night Stalker, The X-Files, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, True Blood, Teen Wolf, Grimm, Supernatural, and Sleepy Hollow.
It was the old David Lynch/Mark Frost series Twin Peaks, which will return next year following a 26-year hiatus, that featured easily the single-most terrifying monster in TV history: Killer Bob.
Who, it turned out, was actually a sort of murderous … forest … spirit?
… In stone-washed denim.
Look, it was the 90s.
Like all the werewolves and vampires and ghosts that haunt TV shows today, Bob was a fairy-tale boogeyman, a metaphor, a larger-than-life symbol of pure evil. Not a villain.
Because the thing about villains is: they are entirely human, outfitted with understandably human motivations.
What’s more, they have a plan. That’s what truly separates them from generic bad guys and monsters: TV’s best villains play the long game. Episode after episode, season after season, they plot and scheme and wait, tenting their fingers.
And not only do they have a plan, they’re only too happy to share it with anyone in earshot.
Take Alexis Colby – technically Alexis Carrington Colby Dexter Rowan – of the 80s nighttime soap, Dynasty, played, with scenery-chomping relish, by Joan Collins:
The past is OVER and nothing can change it, but let me tell you something, Krystle. The future is going to be VERY different, because in a very short time, this faultless family is going to be hearing from me, including you! And you ESPECIALLY are going to CRINGE at what you hear! Krystle Jennings Carrington! The oh, so sterling once, and maybe FUTURE, secretary!
TV used to be lousy with villains like Alexis. Villains who sat at the very center of the spider web, patiently spinning plans within plans.
But then, something happened.
Tony Soprano happened. And Vic Mackey. And Walter White. And Don Draper. And Francis Underwood. And Nancy Botwin. And Jax Teller. And …
Anti-heroes happened; the bad guys became our good guys. We started building shows around ruthless mobsters, drug kingpins, womanizing cads. They do lots of villainous things — Tony Soprano murdered his own nephew, for pity’s sake — but now they’re the characters with whom we’re meant to identify. So to be sure to keep our sympathies, writers are careful to show these anti-heroes forever struggling with their actions.
But villains — true villains — don’t struggle with the evil that they do. They bask in it. Here’s Alexis again:
If I ever hear of another time when she has breathed a WORD about Fallon’s paternity, I will personally attach tiny hand grenades to each of the wheels on her roller skates, watch her do one of her ever-loving pirouettes, and APPLAUD as she EXPLODES into a thousand smithereens!
Trust me, you can hear it in her voice: Evil is her bubble bath, and she’s luxuriating in it, up to her neck.
Granted, the many anti-hero shows we have today are a lot more nuanced and wise about the human condition than a show like Dynasty ever was. Of course they are. But they’re also a lot less fun.
That’s because we intellectually empathize with an anti-hero … but we love a hiss-worthy villain.
That’s key to understanding why The Walking Dead and Game of Thrones are two of TV’s most watched programs right now. Again, not because of their monsters — the zombies and fire-breathing dragons — those are gimmicks.
No, I think it’s because they both feature old-fashioned villains: men and women with elaborate plans, who are fun to watch.
For two seasons on The Walking Dead, a character called The Governor proved himself a unimaginably nasty villain to the show’s main characters, and when it returns in October, look for a character called Negan to fill that slot, in a particularly brutal fashion.
And of all the many characters on Game of Thrones, it’s only Cersei Lannister, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, who positively revels in the kind scheming, self-satisfied, unapologetic villainy TV used to do so well:
The only way to keep the small folk loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy. Remember that, if you ever hope to become queen.
See? That’s more like it. I perhaps don’t need to point out that as she says all that, she swirls and guzzles a huge goblet of red wine.