Ambitious, tightly wound "Traffic" earned a best film and four other Oscar
nominations this week. And no wonder, given its great blurb momentum that
found many critics genuflecting in print.
"Great," wrote the New York Times. "Complex, compelling," proclaimed People
magazine. "Delicious," gushed Entertainment Weekly. "Enormously ambitious
and masterfully made," crowed Variety.
Even more ambitious and masterfully made, though, is the 5 1/2-hour British
miniseries from which "Traffic" sprang.
And good news. "Traffik," which was presented by PBS on "Masterpiece
Theatre" in 1990, is available again, this time at the Museum of Television
& Radio in Beverly Hills, where it's being screened in large chunks of
various sizes through April 29. Even those who have seen and liked
"Traffic" will find "Traffik" (the same word in German) gripping and well
worth their while. At more than twice the length, it's "Traffic" plus.
Just as TV often borrows from theatrical movies, this is hardly the first
time film audiences are watching a story plucked from the small screen,
these numerous crossovers ranging from "The X-Files" all the way back to
"Marty" and "Days of Wine and Roses" in the '50s and '60s.
The step to movie house from miniseries is much rarer, though.
With its smaller window and tighter budgets, TV generally tells interior
stories better than those of "Traffic" and "Traffik" that command a wide,
even a global stage. The British TV original is larger in scale than its
U.S. progeny, though, extending from the poppy fields and teeming slums of
Pakistan across the corrupt rich of Hamburg to the power elite and the
filthy, needle-infested haunts of drug addicts in London. Serving a
different core audience, "Traffic" localizes this theme to drug trade
connecting the U.S. and Mexico.
Separate locales aside, though, "Traffic" and "Traffik" are essentially
conjoined. They share strengths and even script potholes--an inexplicable
security lapse that leads to a key death and a need to cozily knot loose
ends just before the final credits.
Instead of following the separate trails of two Mexico state cops and two
U.S. drug agents, though, "Traffik" has a pair of relentless German narcs
named Dieter and Ulli threading much of its story.
Instead of Catherine Zeta-Jones ultimately getting down and dirty as the
wife of a powerful U.S. drug smuggler scheduled for trial, it's Lindsay
Duncan as the elegant British spouse of German Karl Rosshalde who amorally
resumes the family business when he's jailed for drug trafficking and she
needs money to continue living lavishly.
Instead of Michael Douglas as an incoming U.S. anti-drug czar whose young
daughter is secretly shooting up, it's Bill Paterson as British cabinet
minister Jack Lithgow, who is thunderstruck to learn that his own
16-year-old (superbly played by Julia Ormond) is hooked on the heroin he is
battling to keep from England.
The densely woven Pakistan component of "Traffik" is most responsible for
lifting it above "Traffic," however. Resonating most powerfully are
director Alistair Reid's scenes of poverty there set against the physical
beauty of blue poppy fields and glittery opulence of a ruthless drug
smuggler with government connections.
"Traffik" dwells on the exploited little man that the slimmer "Traffic" all
but omits. Pakistan is where pauper Fazal (Jamal Shah) ekes out a meager
living for his family by working in the vast fields of opium-yielding
poppies that will become the illegal heroin bringing fabulous wealth and
respectability to the Rosshaldes. It's here, also, where Lithgow comes on
behalf of his government to explore giving financial aid in exchange for
destroying the poppies that are the livelihood of innocent farmers like
Fazal. Like Douglas' former Ohio jurist, Lithgow has to be jolted from his
naivete about the depth of the drug culture.
The great strengths of Simon Moore's script for the miniseries are
protagonists who are at once closely bound and, for the most part,
distanced from one another, and his depiction of the poppy as life-giving
to humble Pakistanis.
"Nothing that grows from the ground is evil," Lithgow hears from a
Pakistani who rationalizes the poppy fields. "There are only evil men." In
essence, that is the same self-serving "guns don't kill, people kill"
argument put forth by the U.S. gun lobby.
It's through Lithgow's daughter that "Traffik" touches the soul of
addiction, depicting with savage clarity--but without cheap melodrama--the
depths to which she sinks to support her habit. At one point, she visits
her dying grandfather in the hospital, and kisses him tenderly after he
falls asleep. Then she steals his money.
There are other moments of deep irony:
* The same brutal Pakistani drug baron who boasts of "turning poppy into
gold" chastises his son for disobeying the laws of Islam by drinking alcohol.
* As his young son watches, an Afghan involved in the drug trade converts
poppies to heroin. Then his entire family takes part in packaging the drug
for transport to Pakistan.
Although it's a stretch that Zeta-Jones' indulgent matron abruptly turns
criminal, by the way, Helen Rosshalde does so more credibly, because she
already is corrupted and somewhat aware of her husband's smuggling when
he's arrested. How subtly wicked she is, at once loving as a mother and
impervious to the pain her smuggling can cause other families.
In the most harrowing scene from "Traffik," unmatched by anything in
"Traffic," a Pakistani peasant woman working reluctantly for the
Rosshaldes' smuggling partner keels over dead when arriving in London
bearing a dozen small bags of heroin in her belly. "You better check the
kids, they're probably carrying as well," the medical examiner who cut her
open advises about her two young sons.
"Traffik" is as contemporary today as when it surfaced in the U.S. 11 years
ago, and more distinctive. Either the British don't make miniseries like
this anymore, or they do, and PBS just isn't airing them. In any case, we
do have "Traffic," and through most of April, at least, the earlier and
even more scintillating TV story that gave it life.
* "Traffik" screens in two parts:
Part 1, which includes Episodes 1 and 2, screens Thursdays at 2 p.m.,
alternate Thursdays at 6 p.m. and Saturdays at 2 p.m.
Part 2, which includes Episodes 3, 4 and 5, screens Fridays at 2 p.m.,
alternate Thursdays at 6 p.m. and Sundays at 2 p.m., through April 29 at
the Museum of Television & Radio, 465 N. Beverly Drive, Beverly Hills.
The complete 5 1/2 hours will screen April 28 and 29 at 12:15 p.m.
Admission is free; suggested contribution is $6 for adults; $4 for senior
citizens; $3 for children under 13. Call (310) 786-1000.
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Howard Rosenberg's column appears Mondays and Fridays. He can be contacted
by e-mail at howard.rosenberg@latimes.com.