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June 07, 1993: Spectator
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Jun. 07, 1993 The Incredible Shrinking President
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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Spectator, Page 71
The Clinton-Hollywood Co-Dependency
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<p>By Kurt Andersen
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<p> IS IT WRONG TO LAUGH AT people's hurt feelings and sense of
injustice? Even when those people are perpetually fussed over
and paid millions a year? "What is all this about," wonders
Mike Medavoy, chairman of TriStar Pictures. He means all the
carping about Bill Clinton's fling with Hollywood. Medavoy is
earnest and aggrieved, as are all the other wounded show-business
Democrats. "What?" Medavoy asks rhetorically. "Bill Clinton
shouldn't be talking to stars?"
</p>
<p> Medavoy's White House friend does seem to spend a disproportionate
amount of time with high-income constituents from L.A.'s west
side. But Ronald Reagan was himself a movie actor (and appointed
an actor Ambassador to Mexico). George Bush began his term shilling
for a Dan Ayckroyd movie produced by an old buddy, let Arnold
Schwarzenegger play his running mate last year, and had Dana
Carvey in for a White House sleepover on one of his last nights
as President. Why has permissible Republican good-sport glamour
become an invidious symptom of Clinton's slack, "What? Me worry?"
presidency?
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<p> Well, for one thing, it's the Clintons' sheer, star-loving promiscuity.
Making time during the first 125 days for Billy Crystal, Barbra
Streisand, Sharon Stone (twice), Richard Gere, Richard Dreyfuss,
Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward, Quincy Jones, Sinbad, Christopher
Reeve, John Ritter, Sam Waterston, Hammer, Lindsay Wagner and
Judy Collins is a remarkable achievement. When Hillary Rodham
Clinton, after seeing Liza Minnelli sing on TV, calls and asks
her to stay overnight, it looks frivolous, a little unseemly.
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<p> Or at least it is easily portrayed as unseemly by a lazy-minded
Washington press corps, whose members are doubly envious--of the show-business clique for supplanting them as the coolest
people in town, and of the Clintonites for getting to hang out
with Streisand & Co. Washington reporters' lust for proximity
to stars is at least as intense as the Clintons' (it's the journalists
who shamelessly drag trophy stars to the White House correspondents'
dinner every spring), so naturally they are quick to detect
a groupie instinct in Clinton, and to give a knee-jerk, pseudo-high-minded
critique. But isn't George Will a TV performer? And is Sam Donaldson
more profound than Richard Dreyfuss?
</p>
<p> The pundits say the problem is that salt-of-the-earth Clinton
now looks hoity-toity, out of touch. In fact, as he wanders
among his glammy new best friends, an invisible all-access backstage
pass dangling from his neck, Bill Clinton is not squandering
his populist image. Rather, he's showing himself to be too much
a man of the people, reverting to white-trash form, one more
grinning geek queuing up at Graceland. "Back when I saw him
at [a fund raiser at producer] Ted Field's house," says a
politically active movie star, "with his mouth open, star struck,
I said, `Oh, my God. Oh, Jesus.' I think he likes people. And
I think he genuinely likes famous people."
</p>
<p> And since Hollywood liberals have given generously to would-be
Democratic Presidents for two decades, their first winner is
obliged to take them on tours of Air Force One. The White House
chief of staff would be crazy not to take calls from David Geffen,
the producer; he donated $120,000 last year. (On the other hand,
jokes the actor and activist Ron Silver, "Why anyone would want
to talk to Mack McLarty is beyond me.")
</p>
<p> Some of the Californians glomming onto Clinton are silly ("A
lot of these people," says one of his Hollywood intimates, "have
never been to Washington before"), yet unlike all other well-connected
capital hangers-on, these visitors don't come for a tax break,
a contract or any venal purpose; they ask not what their country
can do for them. Although Medavoy (like Streisand) works for
the Japanese, he says that nudging Clinton on trade policy is
"the last conversation I'd ever have with him. I don't lobby
the President."
</p>
<p> The stars are twits at worst. Clinton, however, should know
better. When Jimmy Carter (cynically) quoted Bob Dylan, it made
him seem with it; when Reagan had Candice Bergen and Andy Warhol
to state dinners, the effect was a certain (cynical) black-tie
inclusiveness. This President, however, is not being calculating
enough; his omigosh pleasure at hanging around with celebrities
is too palpable. It seems particularly dumb for Clinton, whose
candidacy was almost wrecked by allegations of past adulteries,
to consort regularly with the Sharon Stones of the world. The
show people mean well, and Clinton is guilty mainly of excessive
sociability. But it was well-meaning, intelligent Mike Medavoy
who, one day a few years ago, took Gary Hart to the show-business
party where he met Donna Rice.
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