Talking to Dead People
The dead are everywhere on television, from the
vampires of Buffy to HBO's Six Feet
Under, to the upcoming Jill Hennessey retread of
Quincy, Crossing Jordan. But, so far,
only the Sci-Fi Channel's Crossing Over with John
Edward has dared to take that next step beyond. By
strict definition, Crossing Over is a talk
show, as it has no script, no actors, explosions, or
car chases. But it is certainly the first talk show to have as its guests, members of the dearly departed.
For a near counterpart in TV history, one would have
to go back to The Amazing World of Kreskin
which was syndicated for one season in 1971 or the
even more obscure The Dunninger Show, hosted by
another "mentalist" Joseph Dunninger in 1955-56. But
Kreskin and Dunninger never claimed to have a
high-speed hookup to the great beyond. In fact, both
men kept discussion of heaven and the after-life very
much out of their work and TV shows, never claiming
that their abilities were tied to any god or any part
of the spirit world. Edward is (by his own definition)
a medium who "reads" people. That is, he can focus on
you and "connect" you, however briefly and slightly,
with deceased loved ones who have "passed" and now
reside "on the other side." In short: he talks to dead
people.
And his program makes for surprisingly entertaining,
almost addictive, viewing. This despite the fact that
every episode offers the same thing over and over
again: someone you don't know "connects" with dead
relatives you also don't know. Seldom on Crossing
Over do guests receive any dramatic,
earth-shattering information from beyond the grave.
There are no after-death confessions or directions as
to where a secret stash of cash has been buried.
Seldom does anyone get startling predictions or
helpful insights into the future, like what lottery
numbers he or she should play next week. Instead, in
the vocabulary of John Edward, audience members get
"validations," tidbits and factoids that confirm (if
you so believe) that a deceased love one is still
hovering around you, aware and, in some way, still
"alive." A "validation" can be almost anything. As
Edward "reads" a member of his audience, he will throw
out a series of questions: Who died in December? Is
your father passed? Did he have lung cancer? Who lives
out of state? Etc. It's up to that person in the
audience to connect the dots. If all these questions
and answers pertain just to them, then he or she is
getting "read." These questions and answers are
"validations, "proof" that John is talking to your
departed loved ones.
Of course, a hard-nosed cynic might upbraid Edward's
"validations." They are too vague, and the audience is
too willing to feed him information that he later
passes off as having generated himself. (Though, to
Edward's credit, he often admonishes guests to just
answer "yes" or "no," and not offer up any additional
information, to let him do the work.) Some validations
are far too general to serve as proof of contact. This
is especially true when Edward comes up with only the
first initial of a departed person -- "Who knows
someone who has crossed whose name begins with 'R'?"
Well, who doesn't? Or, when he hinges a reading on a
sign from the Zodiac -- gather any 12 people in a room
and you have a good chance of having every sign from
Virgo to Libra represented. Sorry, that's no miracle.
Also working against the show's believability is the
fact that it's on the Sci-Fi Channel. And, of course
there's always the inherent ways television can be
edited for effect. (Will we ever see John getting
something completely wrong?) Still, the show's
producers go to great lengths to convince even the
biggest skeptics that this is not an elaborate parlor
game. Each show begins with the declaration that what
they are about to see is "real" and that John Edward
has never met any of these people before. Furthermore,
ample time is devoted each night to showing the
aftereffects of a reading, where past guests further
confirm Edward's statements.
Still, some "validations" are so stunningly out of
left field and accurate, that even the most skeptical
observers might drop their jaws. How, pray tell, did
John know that someone's long-dead mother worked as
seamstress and made a cousin's prom dress? Or that
someone else had a pet poodle that was hit by a blue
car on a summer's day when the owner was six? Lucky
guess?
No matter whether you believe or not, Crossing
Over can still be enjoyable viewing. If you are of
the mind that Edward is a charlatan, you can pick
apart his "readings," just as you might play against
the contestants on Who Wants To Be A
Millionaire. Or, it can be like watching a
magician: you know that it is impossible to saw a
woman in half and then put her back together again,
but that doesn't mean the spectacle can't be
entertaining. Perhaps its solicitation of both
impulses -- believing and not believing -- that makes
the program work. Sometimes you want to point out that
this Emperor has no clothes; other times, you want to
believe, for your own sake and for the sake of the
people who are being read, on camera.
What ultimately makes the whole Crossing Over
undertaking tolerable, and not a Mad TV parody
waiting to happen, is its utter lack of pretense, a
naturalness despite its supernatural nature. First and
foremost, Edward comes across as an affable and
(pardon the pun) down-to-earth kind of guy. He's
handsome in a regular Joe way and plainspoken, free of
gooey, Shirley MacLaine-like mysticism. He ends almost
every show by telling his audience that the time to
communicate with relatives and friends is now, not
after they're gone and you've got to appear on a TV
show to do it. That's certainly a message worth
heeding.
Like its host, the show resists glitzy
over-production. It is taped in New York (Edward hails
from Long Island), and the majority of the studio
audience is made up New Yorkers. Though a stunningly
large number of them seem to be Linda Richman clones,
most of his audience members -- thankfully -- don't
break down in tears even when "reconnected" to their
loved ones. There are no machines generating
mysterious fog and no ominous music to set a morbid
mood. Edward's wardrobe seems to be more Eddie Bauer
than Merlin the Magician. He stands in what is called
"a gallery," surrounded by audience members. The only
concession to showiness is the under-lit stage on
which he stands. But even that is pretty ordinary and
low-tech in this day and age of digital effects.
In the end, despite the focus on death, Crossing
Over with John Edward presents, without apology, a
life-affirming message. With the exception of CBS's
Touched by an Angel, it is the most
non-denominationally, pro-god primetime series in
recent memory. (Crossing Over is like a
real-life Angel -- if the "energies" floating
around you aren't angels, then what are they?) Though
Edward doesn't preach, per se, he and his audience are
certainly believers in a heavenly afterlife. And just
as television has become increasingly mean-spirited
(Fear Factor, The Weakest Link, etc.),
Crossing Over offers us a kinder, gentler time
in front of the TV.
I'm not sure I believe, but I sure wish John would read me next.