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Mouse, Trapped

Michael Eisner's greatest talent, we're all suddenly realizing, is for self-preservation. In the age of disposable corporate culture, he's made himself immortal by taking Disney hostage.

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Not Goofy: Disney's Eisner is a media survivor.  

Three years ago, when it appeared that nothing could get worse at Disney -- fleeing executives, share-price collapse (and this was during the boom), dismal results at ABC, and a CEO involved in a bitter, costly, and very public lawsuit with a former subordinate -- I wrote that "Michael Eisner's extraordinary reign" at Disney was "coming to an end."

Two weeks ago, some media bigs I know were out for a little retreat at Herb Allen's place in Sun Valley and, over drinks, put together a friendly pool about whether Michael would last the year.

When I dismissed Eisner, I not only got it wrong but missed the story; likewise, the media bigs in Sun Valley betting against Michael were falling into the same trap.

The point is that Michael Eisner has perfected the art of survival -- nobody's going to make him go anywhere.

It may just be a matter of management priorities: Do you focus on share price, market reach, product quality, kicking ass, or, just as strategically, your own entrenchment? The challenge is to create a company that can't get rid of you, in which you can survive any mistake you make (and if what you care about first and foremost is your own continued existence, you're going to make a lot of mistakes), in which you are guaranteed to be the last living cockroach.

Nobody can really challenge Eisner. Nobody has the standing to reason with him. (If the people you trust tell you you have to go, then you have to go -- but if you trust no one, you can stay.)

Of course, this is not so easy to do. We live in a highly disposable corporate culture (even in the age of the exalted CEO). When the tide turns against you, you're usually finished. Shareholders, like team owners, are very fickle.

There is, however, the mogul exception. It's similar to the French "cultural exception." Market forces alone are not allowed to rule. By general consensus, we have agreed to subsidize the unique institution of the media mogul. By which I mean not mere manager-moguls (like Jean-Marie Messier at Vivendi, who played at being a mogul well before he was one, or Thomas Middelhoff at Bertelsmann, or the AOL Time Warner brass) but a true creator-of-worlds mogul, with vast control of his (theoretically) public company.


The Eisner accomplishment, and the perhaps insuperable bulwark his disgruntled shareholders are now up against, is that he transformed himself from mere manager into being virtually synonymous with the company he runs (you could almost change the name of Disney to Eisner).

He may be the only mere manager ever to have successfully crossed that Rubicon from hireling to fully vested mogul (Mel Karmazin at Viacom has over the past year been on the losing side of such a crossover effort). What's more, with some screwball irony, Michael Eisner was hired at Disney in 1984 precisely because he was a non-mogul, a non-voting-class owner-operator, an outsider who would do the bidding of shareholders against entrenched interests.

But what happened is that he consumed the company from within. He ingested it -- and it became him.

To understand the extent of his grasp, you have to look beyond the present mess to the larger mess. That is, since the acquisition of ABC seven years ago, or since the death of Frank Wells in 1994, or since the departure of Jeffrey Katzenberg six months later -- everybody has a favorite precipitating event -- Disney has been a weirder and weirder, more and more dysfunctional, bizarrely isolated place.

Even during the good years -- when Eisner, Wells, and Katzenberg remarketed the Disney assets (helpfully, the video revolution was at hand) and relaunched the animation studios (coincident with a boom in family entertainment) -- there was the dark Michael. Michael the control freak. Michael the micromanager. Michael who, former friends and former colleagues insisted, simply could not tell the truth.

Eisner, once something of the good-guy, straight-arrow, Jolly White Giant of the movie business, has morphed into a person everybody thinks there's something wrong with. He went from Thriller-era Michael Jackson to the current Michael Jackson.

Indeed, all conversations about Disney, and, for that matter, many other merely idle conversations in Hollywood, end up being about the psychopathology of Michael Eisner. He's the opposite of the powerful emperor whose nakedness nobody wants to acknowledge -- rather, he's constantly, and savagely, picked apart.

It's near impossible to convey the way people talk about Michael (almost everybody in Hollywood calls him Michael, oddly, with a deep intimacy) -- the quality of the invective, the depth of the bitterness. For one thing, after more than 30 years of working at high levels of the business, he knows everyone -- and, as many people will tell you, has betrayed nearly everyone he knows. For another, he's stayed in power so long, and against so many unlikely odds, that nobody can imagine a world without him -- it's this frustration of being stuck with him that's so infuriating to so many people. He's ingrained, omnipresent. Like Castro or Saddam. He's just a standard of evil (and when you're the standard of evil in Hollywood, that is really something). The discussion is so extreme that it may suggest part of the reason he stays. There is no place for him to go: Without his position and power, he would be ripped apart by the crowd (like Michael Ovitz).

But as it turns out, if your goal is just staying in power (many moguls have, foolishly, seen being loved and admired as an equal priority), this -- the paranoia, the isolation, the denial, the fact that you've worked yourself into a corner that you won't and can't come out of -- may be a good management strategy.


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