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They did the mash — the monster mash!

In 1943, Universal Pictures pumped new life into the Frankenstein series with the first ever horror crossover, Frankenstein Meets the Wolf-Man. The mash-up of Chaney’s Wolf Man with Bela Lugosi’s Creature was the first of several such films as Universal’s horror cycle wound down, including the closest they came to a Jekyll and Hyde film, House of Dracula.

The monster-mash crossover has remained popular ever since, including a number of Jekyll and Hyde films. Dr. Jekyll and Sister Hyde, for instance, gives us Jekyll and Hyde, Burke and Hare and Jack the Ripper. Here are a couple more.

THE MUMMY (2017) was supposed to launch Universal’s Dark Universe which is why Dr. Jekyll (Russell Crowe) shows up: as head of the monster-fighting Prodigium (a counterpart to the MCU’s SHIELD though it feels more like the BPRD) he takes great interest in Nick Morton (Tom Cruise) whose reckless antiquity-theft efforts in Iraq have awakened Ahmanet (Sofia Boutella), an Egyptian mummy with issues who plans to turn Nick into the avatar of Set, God of Death (chaos, actually) which is, spoiler, a Bad Bad Thing.

Cruise’s role is one he’s played throughout his career, the shallow, out-for-himself jerk who when the chips are down proves capable of becoming much more. It works for him in a number of movies but this isn’t one of them. Nothing about this works, including Ahmanet as the kind of demonic mummy Arnold Voosloo played in the Brendan Fraser Mummy — it has a same-old same-old by the numbers quality (I wasn’t blown away by the Fraser version but I wouldn’t accuse it of that).

Crowe’s Jekyll/Hyde is a headscratcher. He describes himself as a good man whose buried darker side “grew into an overwhelming desire, an unquenchable thirst for chaos, and the suffering of others.” which he now controls with constant drug injections. That could mean Hyde results from the usual experiment, or that he’s naturally schizoid, or something else; he could be the Victorian Jekyll with an unnatural life span or it could be there was no Victorian Jekyll. I honestly don’t care except for the purpose of my book. “This is not some common cold you have. Chicken soup and a good night’s sleep won’t make it go away.”

The TV series The Munsters was a monster mash from the first, with the Munster family consisting of Herman (Frankenstein’s Monster), Lily (Dracula’s daughter, visually), Grandpa (vampire/mad scientist), Eddie (kid werewolf) and Marilyn (the ugly cousin — actually a pretty blonde). The 1995 reboot film HERE COME THE MUNSTERS tells the story of how the family came to America and throws in Jekyll and Hyde to boot.

When the torch-wielding mobs back in Transylvania start wielding rocket launchers, Fred (Ed Herrman) and Lily (Veronica Hamel) decide to emigrate to America where Herman’s sister in law Elsa (visually the Bride) and her husband Norman Hyde (Max Grodenchik of DS9) can sponsor them as immigrants.

Of course it’s not that simple. It turns out something happened to Norman in a recent lab experiment; he’s disappeared, Elsa is comatose so there’s nobody who can sponsor them. Worse, an anti-immigrant politician, Brent Jekyll (hmm, could it be?) is holding out the Munsters as the type of immigrant filth who should be deported ASAP.

Forget torch-wielding mobs — if this came out today we’d have shrieking mobs on X denouncing the Munsters for going woke on immigration. A running theme is that we’re already a nation of immigrants as the family interact with a Sikh customs officer, a Polynesian limo driver, an Irish employment agent and others. When a cop, Warchowski, grumbles about these freaky foreigners, his partner quips “Right. Warkowski’s an old Apache name isn’t it?” Where the original show and the various revivals portray the Munsters as social outcasts, this has them fitting into the community, including Grandpa (Robert Morse) sparking neighbor Dimwiddy (Mary Woronov) and everyone at school thinking Eddie’s cool for being able to grow fangs and fur.

As for Jekyll, it turns out an opportunistic campaign manager saw the perfect opportunity when he stumbled across the transformed Hyde — a politician who never existed so he has zero scandals in his past (the film references post-smoking and draft dodging, both of which Bill Clinton had admitted to). While Hyde’s anti-immigration rants are depressingly prescient, it turns out the campaign manager didn’t need to find a spotless candidate after all … “We must ensure that foreign influences do not infiltrate the American way of life!”’

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Alpha and Omega. No, just Omega

Last year, when the Disney + Doctor Who revived Sutekh, I went back and rewatched Pyramids of Mars to compare the original and the Russell Davies version.

The climax to the second season was the resurrection of Omega so once again I looked back at the classic series (I suppose I could have done the same for the Rani but that would require rewatching Colin Baker as the Sixth Doctor) for The Three Doctors and Arc of Infinity.

The first serial takes place while the Third Doctor (Jon Pertwee) is still stranded on Earth, the Time Lords’ punishment for violating their creed of non-interference. Weird, shimmering energy bubbles start appearing in the Doctor’s vicinity, disappearing anyone they engulf; up on Gallifrey, the Time Lords know something very, very bad is going on. The “bad” is Omega (Stephen Thorne), a genius Gallifreyan engineer who created the black hole that powers Gallifreyan time-travel tech. Doing so apparently destroyed him; in reality he’s been trapped on the far side, in an anti-matter universe, for millennia. Out of sheer will he’s built himself a small kingdom but now he’s done being alone: he’s reaching back into our universe for revenge and to find a way to return.

His attacks force the Doctor and Jo to take refuge in the TARDIS, eventually joined by the Brigadier and Sgt. Benton who gets a great exchange with the Doctor (“Sergeant, aren’t you going to say it’s bigger on the inside?” “I thought that was obvious.”). As the Doctor is clearly outgunned, the Time Lords violate the rules of time to have the Second and First Doctor join him, though William Hartnell’s ill health meant the First Doctor only appears on-screen.

While the special effects budget is too low, Omega is a formidable foe, even more tragic than he appears: it turns out his own body has been eaten away by antimatter to the point it’s only his will that gives him corporeal form; there’s no way to leave his dimension. It’s vastly more interesting than the big, CGI kaiju we got at the end of The Reality War.

Arc of Infinity aired a decade later, with Peter Davison as the Fifth Doctor and Nyssa (Sarah Sutton) as his only companion, Tegan (Janet Fielding) have stayed on Earth at the end of the previous season. As the Doctor grudgingly complies with Nyssa’s insistence they tune up some of the TARDIS console controls, they’re suddenly yanked across the space zone known as the Arc of Infinity. Meanwhile, on Gallifrey, someone’s scheming against the Doctor; the Time Lords believe he’s gone renegade; and in Amsterdam, Tegan winds up looking for her mysteriously vanished brother.

Spoiler: everything fits together. Behind it is Omega scheming once again to return to reality, with the help of a Time Lord who figures killing a few people here and there is a fair price to pay for what Gallifrey owes Omega. The ancient Time Lord actually gets his wish in the last episode, materializing in a clone of the Doctor’s body. In a nice moment, we see Peter Davison walking around, enjoying life — sound, smell, laughter, people. But alas, it doesn’t last.

All of this could have played into the latest season. Instead of declaring Omega a God of Death, point out that it took three Doctors to defeat him. Tie the Rani’s reality bending into Omega’s own powers along those lines. While I’m not fans of Davies’ Harbingers, they do at least have some personality — but rather than focus on Omega, we got the dreadful finish in which the Doctor and Bel have to save their non-existent baby.

I’m a Doctor Who lifer so whenever a new season launches — Disney +, BBC, wherever — I’ll be watching. But the best of the older stuff is outshining the best efforts of the newer stuff by far.

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I didn’t think this would work …

Some time back I conceded the increasing demands of pet care were cutting into my time to the point working seven hour days made more sense than trying to put in eight hours. Though of course, they’re worth it.

The thing is, the last hour of the “work” day, from 4 to 5 PM, never seemed to work after that. I couldn’t quite relax but couldn’t think of anything that really filled the hour either. Well, this week I tried working all the way up to 5 … and strangely enough, that works better. I quit at 5 PM much more comfortably than at 4 PM — has the concept of “9 to 5” been that burned into me over the years? Still, I’m not complaining; getting more writing done is a good thing.

And I managed to get a lot done, even though Trixie got me up around midnight Sunday and Monday to go out and squirtle (worse, she didn’t quite make it outside). Fortunately whatever brought that on, it stopped after that.

I got some work on Savage Adventures done for the first time in a while, bringing the finished book almost up to 1939. My Local Reporter work included one story on Vimala’s Curryblossom Café, which is helping feed the victims of Tropical Storm Chantal, and a more general one on local recovery efforts. At Atomic Junk Shop I blogged about the start of Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Pellucidar series, then a second post on the rest of the series.

I got a lot of work done on Jekyll and Hyde. Rewriting some of the book (I need to become much more organized and systematic), reading the section on Jerry Lewis’ Nutty Professor to the writing group, and watching a couple of movies I only just stumbled across.

I’m almost done with watching the movies, though there’s a lot of TV to get through too. But given I have until the end of the year, I’m confident things will go smoothly barring some unforeseen catastrophe (and those are always possible). Fingers crossed.

Oh, and I’ve been remiss in posting about Con-Tinual online convention. I’m on a couple of panels about breaking writer’s block and one on best and worst comics adaptations.

Also one on Lovecraftian horror

— and superheroes and mutants. All of these will show up on Con-Tinual’s YouTube channel eventually.

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Goodbye Ncuti Gatwa, hello … Billie Piper? Disney’s second season of Doctor Who.

Last year I suffered through the first season of Doctor Who on Disney+. I liked Ncuti Gatwa but Millie Gibson as companion Ruby was “meh” and the Big Reveal of her mysteries exploded like a damp squib. The logic of the episodes is incredibly hand-wavy and the episodes rarely let the Doctor be his awesome self: he runs or does nothing, then by sheer luck things turn around. The second season, which just wrapped up, was better. I don’t think it was good enough. Spoilers ahead

The Robot Revolution introduces us to Belinda Chanda (Varada Sethu), a nurse abducted to an alien planet to become their cyborg queen, which turns out to be the unintended revenge of a rejected boyfriend. Good thing the Doctor’s around, though Bel’s initially unimpressed (“If you’re the Doctor, why not call me the Nurse?”). Unusually for New Who, she’s uninterested in traveling the universe — she wants to go home and she wants it now. She’s both a stronger actor and a better character than her predecessor, which I took as a good sign. “The way for Miss Belinda Chandra must be cleaned and polished!”

Wouldn’t you know, some mysterious force keeps them from returning to when she was abducted (lots of fans have pointed out ways to get around that); instead the TARDIS bounces off that date and lands them in segregated 1950s Miami. Here one of the Harbingers, Lux, has become incarnated as a cartoon character trapped in a movie theater — but he has a plan to break out and the Doctor and Bel are caught up in it … This was entertaining even though it doesn’t make a lot of sense (and Lux’s defeat has nothing to do with the Doctor). I particularly liked a fourth-wall break in which the Doctor and Bel wind up talking to some Doctor Who fans who inform him Blink is way better than any of the current episodes. “I’m all flat and this waistline is impossible.”

The Well is a sequel to a David Tennant episode, Midnight, which I don’t remember (but looking up my past reviews, I liked it). The Doctor and Bel arrive on an alien planet where a human expedition has just been slaughtered by something unseen. The only survivor is a deaf woman (well used) who’s convinced something behind her is responsible … despite some plot-holes, this was quite effective. At this point we have Mrs. Flood (Anita Dobson) appearing mysteriously in every episode, clearly setting something up, but what? And why is it that everyone in the future insists Earth no longer exists? “Your Mum can whistle at my behind and I will sing.”

For some reason Lucky Day is a no-Doctor episode spotlighting Ruby. She’s working with UNIT, still unattached, then she has a promising date with Conrad (Jonah Hauer-King). When she slips him inside UNIT HQ (easy to do, apparently), it turns out he’s a UNIT truther, out to expose the sham that they’re fighting alien invasions and monsters, none of which really happened. I love that idea, even though Who Killed Kennedy did something similar better; however using Ruby adds nothing compared to using any of the other UNIT women. “If you scroll down, he’s got his shirt off — don’t pretend you haven’t looked.”

The Story and the Engine could have been great if they’d made it a two-parter (axing Lucky Day wouldn’t have hurt anything). The Doctor and Bel visit Lagos, Nigeria, where the Doctor has the rare pleasure of being around other black people so nobody’s judging him by race. There’s a barbershop he patronizes, but when he goes in, it turns out the new owner has made it an eternal prison and wants to hear all the Doctor’s amazing stories … the ideas are great but too much is squeezed in, like one character being Anansi’s daughter and having issues with the Doctor for not saving her from her creepy father — that’s a little too much to drop in as backstory. “I am the voice of the empty void.”

The Interstellar Song Contest was one lots of people loved and no question, the Doctor gets to take action and kick butt in a way he rarely does on Disney. I did not love it — the serious elements were overpowered by the whimsy and the Eurovision Song Contest references (I’ve never caught it so they didn’t do much for me). However it did reveal who the big bad for the ending would be: Mrs. Flood bi-generates into the Rani (Archie Punjabi)! “I will cast your body out into the void and I will stand and watch you freeze.”

Whatever good will this season earned, it lost it with the finish. In Wish World the Doctor and Bel are happily married model citizens with an adorable little girl, Poppy, and they live in the best of all possible worlds — Conrad, now some kind of Internet influencer, assures them of that and he’s never wrong (one of my complaints is that he’s not a compelling enough actor to justify his return and his character could have been anyone). The Rani has created a Wandavision type fantasy world supported by people believing in it. That belief, however, is starting to crack .. and when reality finally falls apart, this will somehow free Omega, the renegade Time Lord from The Three Doctors, for his part in the Rani’s plan.

This spends too much time dwelling on the fantasy world, plus the Doctor never figures out what’s going on — it’s Rogue from the previous season and the Rani who explain things. A number of fans I know liked it; I couldn’t get into it. “Tables don’t do that.”

In the big finish, The Reality War, the Doctor snaps his allies out of their delusions, rallies them against the Rani (having Mel and the Rani confront each other again was a lot of fun) and drive Omega back into the netherworld after he’s eaten the Rani (Mrs. Flood remains to take over the Rani franchise though). As Marvel’s Tom Brevoort points out, this is entirely due to her own poor judgment, not to the Doctor’s doing. And Omega, who could have been a great villain here, is just a generic Dark God, because that’s what showrunner Russell Davies seems into.

But then, after everything is over, comes the horrible shocker: despite the Doctor’s best efforts, Poppy got erased from reality when it reset. OMG no! The Doctor and Bel’s sweet little toddler — gone? He’ll move heaven and earth to fix that, and succeeds (of course) but at the cost of losing up his remaining life energy — enter Billie Piper (formerly the companion Rose) as the Sixteenth Doctor!

This sequence hinges on us caring about Poppy’s fate and no matter how much the Doctor and Bel wring their hands and vow to save her, she’s a character who only appeared the previous episode, we knew from the start she was an illusion and she’s not a particularly memorable toddler. Save her? Sure, a worthy goal. Make it the emotional heart of the episode? Nope.

On the plus side, we do get a time-rift encounter with Jodie Whittaker (“Hugging me? We don’t do that.” “I do.”) that I loved. On the downside, the brief flashes of Susan (Carol Anne Ford, the Doctor’s granddaughter) amount to nothing; presumably Poppy is her Mommy but that’s not a payoff. So ultimately, thumbs down.

Overall not a terrible season but not good enough to suit me. “And Ernest Borgnine is still alive.”

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French detectives! Spanish time travel! British tars! TV, movies and a play

The second season of the French crime series HPI jacks up the stakes some from S1 while keeping the same basic premise: genius cleaner Morgane (Audrey Fleurot) works as a police consultant, using her brains and super-acute awareness of details to solve crimes that would otherwise be dead ends. In one scene her partner Karadec (Mehdi Nebbou) points out this is exactly the point in the episode where she comes up with a brilliant deduction so well, what has she figured out?

As a result of one unauthorized investigation last season, Morgane is under scrutiny by Internal Affairs cop Roxane (Clotilde Hesme) and thinking before she talks is not Morgane’s strength. Over the course of the season she clears herself but she also realizes she’s hot for Karadec, who is now dating Roxane — plus a great deal more going on Morgane’s messy personal life. Still a fun one. “Look for three-fingered men and you find one on every corner.”

MIRAGE (2019) is a Spanish time travel film probably inspired by Frequency as it has a similar premise of two people communicating across time by using the same device (a radio in the first movie, a video camera here) under freak conditions and, of course, screwing up their lives.

The protagonist, a nurse in the present, contacts a kid in 1989 the very night he’s about to die running from a murderer. Her intervenion saves the kid but creates a new timeline: she’s a famous neurosurgeon (she gave up on that when she married), the killer’s still out there and her husband thinks she’s a deranged stalker. Can she put things back to rights? Can she and the boy bring the killer to justice?

I really enjoyed this one other than one annoying plot contrivance: why is it her alt.friends and colleagues never bring up her husband (“You’re having some sort of breakdown — I’ll call him.”)? The answer is that it preserves a big reveal late in the film but it still makes no sense. However I still recommend the film. “The flight of a butterfly can be very cruel if it’s in a place or time that allows for change.”

This year’s Gilbert and Sullivan production from the Durham Savoyards was the duo’s first big hit, H.M.S. PINAFORE OR THE LASS THAT LOVED A SAILOR. This has never been a favorite of mine — the relatively simple question of whether the Lass will end up with heroic sailor Rick Rackshaw or Sir Joseph Porter, KCB lacks the plot complications and twists of most of the later works. However it does show many of the elements that recur in later plays such as characters switched at birth and pompous, unqualified officials. It also occurs to me that a key part of the plot makes Buttercup (no relation to the Princess Bride character) at least 15 years older than the man she’s going to marry at the end. Still the Durham Savoyards put on a lively, engaging production, as usual (and unlike some of theirs, done in period). “Now this is most alarming — she practiced baby farming!”

PS. My friend Ada Milenkovic Brown took out an ad for Ceaseless Way — we’re both contributors — in the Pinafore program.

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Sleep, creep and sing: movies and a play (and TV!)

My Howard Hawks viewing continues its run of hits with the classic THE BIG SLEEP (1946), which I find makes even less sense as a mystery than the last time I watched it. It’s still awesome.

Bogart plays Raymond Chandler’s hardboiled PI, Philip Marlowe, hired by an aging rich man who suspects someone’s blackmailing one of his daughters, and that his vanished protege/surrogate son might be involved (which worries him more than blackmail per se). Marlowe finds himself surrounded by colorful, though not always likable characters including his client’s too-young, too-seductive daughter Carmen (Martha Vickers) quietly calculating Elisha Cook Jr. as a would-be tough guy and Lauren Bacall as his client’s older daughter, with whom he’s soon trading snappy banter (“I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners — I don’t like them myself.”).

Typically a mystery film slowly builds up evidence and answer as we move from scene to scene. Here Bogart runs into gamblers, gang bosses, bad girls, blackmailers and others and none of the scenes seems to move us closer to making sense of things. It’s well-known the film doesn’t make sense due to changing who’s unmasked as the killer but even without that it’s less interested in putting the pieces together than sharp dialogue, tense encounters, flirtatious glances and generally cool scenes (it meets Hal Wallis’s standard of three good scenes, no bad ones). If it doesn’t make sense I certainly don’t care. “She sat in my lap while I was still standing up.”

Someone at Ret-Con recommended CREEP (2014) which led to me taking 90 minutes of my time to watch this found-footage story about a terminally ill man who invites a videographer to record his dying days for his son — but before long it becomes increasingly obvious he’s not telling the truth about his cancer, or about a great many other things. Here the reveal is no shock but the journey to get there has a dearth of cool scenes. “I was going to pour you a whisky.”

LA VIDA BREVE is a short Spanish opera TYG took me too for our date last weekend. The story of a Roma woman’s tragic romance with a faithless aristocrat is beautifully sungbut has almost nothing in the way of plot and minimally staged — no blocking, simply people standing and singing — which didn’t improve it (TYG, who’s considerably more opera-savvy than me, had similar thoughts). The flamenco dancing was an exception, and cool to see/ “Cursed is he who is born the anvil, instead of being born the hammer!”

It’s been several years but I finally returned to the world of UPSTAIRS, DOWNSTAIRS in its third season and quite an eventful one it was. Lady Bellamy drown on the Titanic which makes her feckless son James (Simon Williams) the new head of the household with her husband Richard (David Langton) now a poor relation living with him. There’s James’ new bride Hazel (Meg Wynn Owen) who proves a terrible match (not her fault), a new young relative (a young Lesley Anne Downe) and in the final episode, an assassination in the Balkans sparks a war — fortunately it can’t possibly last more than six months, right? Plus assorted romantic tangles and conflicts among the cast. Always a pleasure. “If that’s the way you feel, maybe it’s best our baby died before it was born!”

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Not your typical Jekyll and Hyde

MAD, MAD, MONSTERS was a 1972 episode of ABC’s cartoon anthology show Saturday Superstar Movie. Produced by Rankin/Bass in the style of their Mad Monster Party, it has Baron Frankenstein inviting the great monsters to attend the wedding between his Creature and the Bride; terrified by the people’s he’s delivering to, a jittery mailman decides to quit and work for his brother’s hotel — oh, guess where they’re going to hold the wedding! This qualifies for the appendix by having the mailman pour out his terror to his shrink, Dr. Jekyll. Otherwise unmemorable. “The Creature’s Bride was run over by a lawn mower?”

KARUTHRA RATHRIGAL (1967) was the first film made in India’s Malayalam language; as I don’t speak Malayalam and the versions I found streaming didn’t have subtitles, I’m guessing about a lot of what’s going on. It’s clear the online sources are right about it being a Jekyll and Hyde version as I recognize lots of elements — worried servants, a pleading fiancee, Hyde sheltering behind Jekyll’s respectable face — but there’s a lot I don’t know such as why the doctor Santhan came up with the formula in the first place. I’m also puzzled why the Hyde makeup looks almost like blackface — I’m guessing it’s some aspect of Indian culture I’m not familiar with.

Rewatching HORROR HIGH (1973) I’m inclined to see it as kin to Willard in its story of an awkward young loser getting revenge on his tormenters (mean janitor, cruel teacher, bullying jock). That wouldn’t qualify it for my book except that we open with the high school English class studying Jekyll and Hyde and later the protagonist, Vernon (Pat Cardi), describes Hyde as an atavistic ape man lurking inside all of us. Which is apparently what he turns into, so they know what they’re adapting.

Vernon starts off as a tragic figure: the janitor bullies him, then forces Vernon to drink the formula he’s been experimenting with. We don’t get a good look at the Hyde version of Vernon — I doubt the movie could have pulled off a good one — but his face appears bigger and heavier and his shambling movements suggest an ape moving awkwardly along the ground. Unfortunately after that first accident Vernon begins using the chemicals to transform and avenge himself on his tormentors, which doesn’t end well for anyone. Mediocre acting but not uninteresting (though I might be uninterested if I wasn’t working on this book). “I’ve been working on an experiment — it seems to have gotten away from me, I think.”

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Jekyll and Hyde, the gruesome twosome!

Based on my friend Ross’s recommendation I picked up THE HORROR SPOOFS OF ABBOTT AND COSTELLO: A Critical Assessment of the Comedy Team’s Monster Films by Jeffrey S. Miller (I could have gotten it 20 percent off if I’d realized it was from McFarland). I found his scene-by-scene detailed breakdown of the movies (Meet Frankenstein, Meet the Invisible Man, Meet the Mummy and other genre mashups such as Time of their Lives) tedious, but his analysis is good. How often Costello ends up turning into a monster himself, the implausible frequency with which beautiful women fall for Costello, and other thoughts.

My real interest, of course, was Abbott and Costello Meet Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and it was worth buying the book to read his thoughts. For example, he points out that in contrast to so many screen Dr. Jekyll’s, Karloff’s is evil even as himself: he’s using his alter ego to kill his enemies while insisting that Hyde’s evil doesn’t taint him; by contrast when Tubby (Costello) gets a shot of the transformation juice, all he does is run around scaring people. He’s not a killer; Jekyll is.

This week’s movies were low-budget and uninteresting. THE MAN WITH 2 HEADS (1971) by low-budget filmmaker Andy Milligan borrows heavily from the March template (like having Hyde’s mistress ask Jekyll for help only to discover that’s a fatal mistake) but with a different rationale. Jekyll hopes dissecting a serial killer’s brain and learning how evil has tainted its brain chemistry will enable him to create an anti-evil vaccine. As he needs human trials to prove his theories and can’t ethically test on another person … well, you can guess the result. The women in the story look like high-school students and the transformation scene has Jekyll staggering through a crowd of smoke with no discernible source. “Have you ever heard of DeSade?”

THE STRANGE CASE OF HYDE AND SEEK (2004) was a thirty-minute short film in which the guests at Jekyll’s house party wonder how peculiar he’s become and remember past arguments such as Utterson fretting because his friend is leaving half his fortune to Hyde (though they don’t mention that name until near the end). This low-budget production might be trying for a steampunk vibe — modern computers, candles for light — or it might just be clumsy and inept; the cast comes off too young (college age at most) to pull this off (Jekyll’s definitely older). The psychobabble about how Jekyll wants to purge us of the damage the media have done to our collective unconscious sounds like there’s a good idea buried somewhere in there but it’s not developed enough to work. “I have no choice but to continue purging myself of the horror with emotional genetic chemistry!”

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War, cats, music and a genius cleaner: movies and TV

The writer of Charley’s War has said OH, WHAT A LOVELY WAR! (1969) is his favorite anti-war film so I watched it last weekend. While Francois Truffaut argued you can’t make an anti-war film that doesn’t end up making war look exciting and cool, I think this one pulls it off.

Based on a successful stage show, this starts with the diplomats and leaders of pre-war Europe watching Austria move into the Balkans following the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, all the while agreeing that a continent-wide war would be a bad thing but there’s zero chance of that (I suspect the playwright has read Barbara Tuchman’s Guns of August, which emphasizes how optimistic Europe was about the looming conflict). Then we bounce around from music-hall numbers to soldiers in the field to the high command scoffing that the body counts aren’t an issue to more music … one reason it works, I think is that we see very little actual war footage and most of that is people getting shot and dying so there’s little on-screen heroism. With a cast that includes Colin Farrell, Ian Holm, Juliet Mills, Gerald Sim, Anthony Ainley, Edward Fox, Dirk Bogarde, John Gielgud, Jack Hawkins, Kenneth More, Laurence Olivier, Michael Redgrave, Vanessa Redgrave, Ralph Richardson, Maggie Smith and John Mills. “So many women look depressing in mourning.”

FLOW (2024) is a Latvian animated film in which a terrified cat fleeing a flood winds up on a boat with a secretary bird, a capybara, a ring-tailed lemur and a golden lab (mixing animals from multiple continents didn’t bother me as much as imagining how full of poop the ship would become). A good-looking film that mercifully doesn’t kill any of its protagonists, though the cat’s frightened meows were hard for me to take; there’s one scene that feels baffling (TYG described it as The Assumption of the Secretary Bird) — would it make more sense if I were Latvian? A terrific film, in any case.

As I mentioned yesterday, I did an article this week on local resident and documentary producer Joedan Okun. That led me to watch his Grammy-winning AMERICAN SYMPHONY (2023) about a year in the life of Jon Batiste as he writes a symphony during a year-long Carnegie Hall residency and he and his wife Suleika Jaouad deal with her leukemia recurring. I have no knowledge of Batiste’s work (like a lot of old people, I don’t keep up with current music, though I have downloaded one of his albums on iTunes) but I enjoyed his discussions of how classical music isn’t seen as a black thing (“Our levels of achievement are diminished — they’re not seen as part of the canon.”) and the warm portrayal of the couple’s relationship (her cancer does go back into remission), which Okun said hadn’t been part of the original concept for the film. Streaming on Netflix if you’re curious. “What we love about music is that it feels inevitable.”

The first episode of the French cop show HPI tells how Morgane (Audrey Fleurot), a genius intellect who works as a cleaning woman, spots clues in a murder case that detectives Karadec (Mehdi Nebbou) and Hazan (Marie Denarnaud) don’t. They think she’s full of it but when it turns out she’s right she gets a new gig working as consultant on their investigations.

Like a lot of cop shows I watch, I’m not sure this is better than other series out there but it’s fun, Morgane’s deductions are clever and now I’m attached enough to the characters to keep watching. “We’ve got our Keyzer Soze!”

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From Galaxy Four to the Old West to a boring valley: TV and movies

A couple of weeks I discovered the lost First Doctor serial DOCTOR WHO: Galaxy Four was streaming on Tubi. This past week I made time to watch it. The Doctor, Vicki and Stephen land on a planet on the brink of exploding. The female Drahven (one female leader and three clones) ask him to help them seize the spaceship from the monstrous Rials so they can escape — and if the Doctor and his friends won’t cooperate, well, they’ll make them. The Rials, however, are not the monsters they’re supposed to be …

Not a classic, but I enjoyed it. Peter Purves (Stephen) didn’t care for it as it was originally written for Barbara and Ian and he wound up getting a lot of Barbara’s lines. “They said I would need soldiers — but why am I the only one who can think?”

As a fan of the Kung Fu TV series from the 1970s (I also enjoyed the recent CW reboot), I’ve had the 1986 KUNG FU sequel movie/reboot pilot on my Amazon wish list for a while. My friend Ross bought it for me for my Christmas gift and it holds up well.

We open with Kwai Chang Caine (David Carradine) working among other Chinese immigrants in a California port town. When a young man ends up dead while trying to expose an opium smuggling ring, Caine gets involved in helping the man’s widow (Kerry Keane) dig into the mystery. Trouble is, an elderly Chinese man (Mako) and a young martial artist (Brandon Lee in his first appearance) have shown up gunning for Caine — what do they want? And can Caine free the young man from the older one’s control?

This got a mention in the appendix of Cyborgs, Santa Claus and Satan because not only does Mako have some magic tricks, Caine’s now able to levitate. That note aside, this is a good movie, hewing to the spirit of the show; a shame this didn’t go to series rather than the later Kung Fu: The Legend Continues. “Here becomes there as today becomes yesterday.”

I spend some of my Christmas gift-certificate money on LA VALLEE (1972) and boy, do I regret it. In this French film, a diplomat’s bored wife stuck in New Guinea joins some hippies on an expedition to find a lost valley never seen by white people. The result is tedious, with little plot or character — the selling point is the pretty images (well, and a Pink Floyd score but that didn’t improve things for me) and I’ve seen such things done better (Emerald Forest to name one example). “In the decadent west, where we’re from, the dragon stands for evil darkness.”

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