Tennis and the supplement of family

With the proliferation of cameras covering big sporting events and modern editing possibilities has come more screen time devoted to inserts of spectators. At major international football competitions such as Euro 2008 the director selects from a deluge of crowd shots featuring attractive women and comedy-headwear sporting males a representative tableau of two particular niches which these two groups themselves traverse: individuals united in joy or despair. Lachrymose or merely crestfallen spectators have an enduring appeal, especially when matched to a reverse shot of defeated players collapsed on the turf. Tennis presents a different challenge to the television sports director. The fans of a Federer or Nadal are not identifiable by their adoption of a replica shirt, while the nature of stadia architecture and proportion, relative to the dimensions of the playing area means that identifying paraphernalia such as national flags are unlikely. More likely is a face-painting on the cheek of the national flag which only the most painstaking of camera operators will pick out. What is left? At Wimbledon at least it seems that the female beauty sensor has been disabled. Instead what the director favours is the family drama supplement to events on court. As mediated by the BBC the interpretation of almost every big match is channeled through a family narrative. It is one of the by products of Henmania. That and the execrable Henman Hill (I cannot bring myself to mention its new name). There has been a viral effect of this domestic prosthesis. The more a player's entourage is going to be on screen the more the tennis player is aware that the television audience is producing a particular image of the player as implicated in a domestic narrative. The Williams sisters cast of two and supporting cast has of course taken the supplement to a new level. The neutralising of the shot-reverse shot dynamic throws up an obstacle for the director. Indeed because they are sisters it could be argued that shot reverse shot between players is disabled. It is welcome however, that they perversely impact on certain of the cliches of this type of programme and so test the powers of the inane commentators who must struggle to find new ways of saying old things and must seize on, if not fabricate, any scrap of controversy to fuel conspiracy rumours and to find a reverse shot off-screen, in the unconscious.