Bright lights, big pity

The low-rated but brilliant drama "Friday Night Lights" needs a Hail Mary pass from NBC if it's going to see a second season.

By Heather Havrilesky

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March 7, 2007 | I wasn't a huge football fan in high school, but there was something special about a home game on a Friday night. When those glowing lights over the stadium would come on as the sun was setting orange and pink on the horizon, I was always glad that I came. It didn't matter if we won or lost (we usually lost), what mattered was that the field looked bright green under the lights and the fall air had a chill and you could hear a cadence of drums in the distance as the marching band approached. No matter how much I hated high school that day, it all melted away and suddenly it felt good to be 16 years old, to have a taste of that little-fish small-pond romanticism you get when you recognize half the people in the crowd and feel like a part of it all. When the lights came on and the band started up, the world felt big and colorful and full of promise.

Nothing has ever come close to capturing that feeling for me until the premiere of NBC's "Friday Night Lights" last fall (8 p.m. Wednesdays), a drama that tackles the sweetness and the awkwardness of high school like no other show I've ever seen. In fact, compared to the originality and realism of "Friday Night Lights," other TV shows about high school look as idealized and as silly as an Archie comic book. Instead of trading witty banter and landing neat punches to the jaw, the kids on "Friday Night Lights" have stilted, clumsy conversations in which they stare at their shoes and giggle and try to act like they're not completely confused and overwhelmed. Like real teenagers, they hold down crappy jobs, worry about how to act around other kids, second-guess their decisions, and fumble into dysfunctional friendships. They don't know how to talk to their parents, and their parents don't know how to talk to them.

Based on the book by H.G. Bissinger and the movie directed by Peter Berg (who's also an executive producer on the show), "Friday Night Lights" focuses on football mostly as a means of accessing a rich web of relationships in a small town in Texas. That said, the absurd importance of high school football to the townspeople and the arbitrary nature of the wins and losses of the team coincide nicely with the premise that the writers are only beginning to explore, something about the pull of big, unrealistic hopes and dreams on a bunch of kids who are surrounded by evidence that dreams don't come true all that often. At the center of the story is fallen quarterback Jason Street (Scott Porter), who became a paraplegic after a bad tackle during the opening game of the season. The team's attempts to get second-string quarterback Matt Saracen (Zach Gilford) up to speed are presented in parallel with Street's struggle to transcend his apparent fate as a tragic story that ended on the football field that day. Coach Eric Taylor (Kyle Chandler) is wracked by guilt over Street's injury, but he's forced to push his guys to a state championship at all costs, for the sake of the school and the town, and simply to keep food on the table for his family. The continued presence of Street in the story tells you something about the courageous ambiguity of the show: What other TV show about sports would dare to allow a severely injured former quarterback to linger at the edge of the frame at all times, thereby shedding a nagging light of doubt on the unrelenting thirst for victory on such a small stage?

And what other show would not only take on a conversation between a mother and a daughter about sex, but make it feel honest and nerve-wracking and incredibly charged? After Tami Taylor (Connie Britton), the coach's wife, spots her daughter Julie's boyfriend buying condoms at the drugstore, she tries to have a calm conversation with Julie (Aimee Teegarden), but you can feel her anxiety and she ends up blurting out her worst fears:

Tami: Are you and Matt Saracen having sex?

Julie: No. (Pause.) We're thinking about it.

Tami: You're thinking about it. Are you thinking about pregnancy? Are you thinking about sexually transmitted diseases?

Julie: Well, I mean, obviously that's why he was buying condoms.

Tami: I see, so you're just buying condoms ... so then when you buy condoms that makes you ready to make love with somebody...

Julie: (smiling) Making love!

Tami: (Close to tears) Don't do that! Don't you smirk at me right now, I am very upset! You are not allowed to have sex! You're 15 years old!

Julie: I just, I don't see what the big deal is. It's just one body part going into another...

Tami: No, it's not. It's not just one body part going into another part. And the fact that you think it's just one body part going into another body part makes me real clear on the fact that you really are not ready for this. And I need you to be able to hear that. I need you be able to hear me say that to you.

Julie: I'm listening to you.

Tami goes on to warn her daughter, through tears, that if she starts having sex without taking it seriously, she could end up feeling degraded and hardened and cynical -- all of which would surely seem overwrought, if not for the fact that Britton's performance is mesmerizing and hits so close to the bone, you can feel it. For Tami, this isn't about control -- you can see that in the way she speaks to Julie -- it's about her own past. She knows what a messy road her daughter is about to walk down, and it scares her to death.

As with most scenes on "Friday Night Lights," this one feels incredibly immediate and electric. It's one of the only conversations between a parent and a teenager that I've ever seen on TV where the audience isn't clearly supposed to take one side or the other. We're afforded an affecting, complicated snapshot of the relationship: Julie is a good kid who's already decided to have sex and feels that she has the right to; her mom is a good parent who can't stand the thought of it and can't stop from sounding shrill and overbearing because she can't control her emotions on the subject.

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