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God said ha. I said “ha!” back

The old saying is that if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. I planned to get a lot done this week; God said “ha!” meaning there were a ton of obstacles. Despite which, to my pleasant surprise, I did get a lot done.

First the obstacles. We were still dealing with Plushie’s ulcer (diagnosed last week) but as of his Thursday appointment, it’s cured. Once again our dog has beaten a health problem despite his nearly 16 years of age! That’s always nice. He’s still on an antibiotic for the ulcer but that’s more a precaution than a necessity. We’re taking it though.

Trixie didn’t do so well. Last week she was becoming weirdly picky about food and reluctant to eat her meds. She also felt … off, in a way I can sense but couldn’t define. Sunday she began not eating at all so we took her into the vet Monday, followed by the emergency vet (they could do a couple of tests Park Vet couldn’t). At first the news was horrifying: anemic, blood count up, white blood cells up, which could indicate an infection, or possibly internal bleeding. At the end of the day, by virtue of eliminating the alternatives, they settled on probably some bleeding in the GI tract (I will skip the technical details).

We came home with directions to switch some of her meds and to have her drink a protective slurry an hour before her meals. It’s working: we took her in for a recheck Wednesday and all her signs have improved, though not by a lot (but the vet said that’s expected). She’s livelier, though also sleepier — she’s on Gabapentin now and it knocks her out. But she’s clearly happier and more interested in eating so this is a definite win. A demanding one — the need to time the slurry and her food and some of her meds makes our schedules that much more complicated.

Oh, and I also had to take our car in for an oil change and checkup. That took up a couple of hours too.

Despite which, work went well. I got two articles in for The Local Reporter, both out next week. Might get a third one done but I think that’s where the dog drama will leave me too wiped. I also got three posts up at Atomic Junk Shop, one about iron-on shirt decals in the 1970s, one on a really weird 1971 cover (above, by Murphy Anderson) and one about the path to (IMHO) the definitive Phantom Stranger run by Jim Aparo and Len Wein which kicked off with the cover at left by Aparo.

I also got a nice review of Southern Discomfort from one of my fellow bloggers. Thanks, Greg!

I worked through another year of Doc Savage’s history for Savage Adventures, and polished the bibliography. And then, on Let No Man Put Asunder, I really got some good stuff done. First I went through the writing guide Writing the Breakout Novel, taking notes on stuff that might be useful to think about (give your villains goals. Your supporting characters too). Maybe not — while I’ve read the book a lot, I’m not sure I use it’s techniques not. But I think I’m using it early enough in the rewrite process that might be different.

Then I started rereading, taking notes along the way. Insights or phrases someone offers more than once (“making the beast with two backs” is not going to appear more than once). Thin characterization or motivation. Implausible plotting. Places where it needs more tension. I got a third of the way through the book; that’s pretty good.

I also received by McFarland second-half-of-the-year royalty check. Small, but my books are still selling, which is cool; if you bought one of them, thanks!

And I now have three stories in the “made the first cut” category. No guarantee any of them will sell — I’m quite used to “This was a really tough decision, but …” emails — but they’re all possibilities. More disappointingly, I won’t get an author table to sell my books at Retcon next year. It was quite lucrative this year because it’s set up so all the con-goers go past the sale area frequently, probably why table requests have quadrupled. I’m on the waiting list so fingers crossed.

Fingers crossed too for more weeks like this.

Below, a typical Len Wein opening to a Phantom Stranger story. Aparo art.

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One big accomplishment, several little ones

The big one being that I finished the second draft of Let No Man Put Asunder. Last week I got past a major sticking point but I still had some doubts about the ending; last weekend I figured it out (having TYG off work last week so we were both more relaxed was a big help, I think). Monday and Tuesday I got it done. Several months later than I’d hoped, but even so, yay!

I’d hoped it would be in good enough shape to offer for a beta reading, but no, not quite. It needs at least one more draft which even assuming it goes really well means it would be finished shortly before holiday season. So no feedback session until next year. Less speedy than I’d like — on the other hand, it’s faster than I was beginning to fear it would be.

(There’s no pet news other than “they’re adorable” but I figured I’d throw in a couple of photos anyway).

The little stuff? I got a lot of work done on the Local Reporter stories for next month’s issue. Submitted some pet insurance forms, mostly for their regular drugs. Resolved an IRS issue — happily it’s in our favor. And worked on Savage Adventures. This made the days kind of scattershot, which isn’t good; I always work better when I have one thing to focus on a day. But things like taxes need to be done.

I was, however, somewhat bummed by money. There was a columnist gig I think I’d have been good for but they wanted pitches — suggestions for the kinds of things I’d write for them — and the job got snapped up before I could figure out the kind of specific things they’d like. I discovered I’d missed another opportunity that might have been lucrative. And of course, not knowing I could bill our pet insurance for drugs means several years of lost reimbursements (I’ve recovered quite a bit of that but my records don’t go back for enough for all of it). This doesn’t leave us in desperate straits but more money is nice. Particularly earning more money.

Over at Atomic Junk Shop I blogged about the Bronze Age love of reprints — a very big deal in an era long before TPBs and omnibuses were available everywhere. And about one of the Bronze Age’s problems being how often creative teams turned over.

Plus over the past two months I’ve sold around eight copies of Southern Discomfort. Not a lot of money but it is very pleasing enough people were interested to try my book. I’m also pleased that promoting it more than I think I did Questionable Minds paid off, at least a little. Something to think about for when my next book comes out. To everyone who bought it, thanks!

And if you’re eager to learn more about me — and who isn’t, really? — you can check out my interview with Michael Parks.

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At last, a productive week, though I didn’t produce the things I most wanted to

That is to say, I spent another week without getting any fiction written. I don’t like that, but at least I didn’t just flap and flounder around without accomplishing anything.

I’d intended to spend Wednesday working on short stories. Instead I wound up spending two or three hours checking on which stories had been rejected (in the “if you don’t hear from us, we didn’t take it” mode), then checking out potential markets and resubmitting them. “Mage’s Masquerade” went to Abyss and Apex; “Oh the Places You’ll Go” went to More Distant Shores. I also read a couple of stories from Tuesday’s writing group that I hadn’t been able to listen to (schedule conflicts).

(We went to Costco last weekend. They’re ready for Halloween).

Thursday I’d planned to work on Let No Man Put Asunder. However Trixie got up early again and the lack of any personal space in the early morning does seem to affect my focus. Creativity dissipated and I settled for working The Savage Adventures. I put in two days on that book this week and got my analysis of two years of Doc Savage magazine proofed. If I can work a year a day, I can have the text of the book done this year. Still have to find a cover artist, though my cover concept is simple enough I may try using software to do it myself. If not, I’ll look.

(More Costco Halloween fun. This one actually moves).

I got two articles in at The Local Reporter, one on the ongoing drought here in the Triangle (improved, but not gone), the other on a land-development dispute in Chapel Hill. That one took longer than it should; for some reason I couldn’t seem to shape it in my head. But it’s done, and pay will be forthcoming.

Over at Atomic Junk Shop, I reposted an old post from this blog about Childhood’s End, the book and the miniseries, and some horrendous acts by the US government in the last century. The cover above I believe is by Richard Powers.

Plus I took Plushie in for his regular eye checkup. Everything looks good, which is pleasantly surprising; dogs with glaucoma usually lose the eye within a year and he’s still in good shape after two-plus years. Robust, as our vet says.

Next week, though, I really have to get some fiction done!

Speaking of fiction, if you’re interested in a discount on the sequel to the Ceaseless Way anthology, Become the Sky, the QR code below should take you to a discount offer. No obligation to buy.

The “abrupt embrace of ethics” line is from my short story “Obolos,” a brand new one alongside a reprint of “Backstage With the Hypothetical Dead.” And lots of good stories from other contributors. The cover is by fellow contributor Sonya Lano.

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Bring back my focus to me!

Another week where I had a hard time concentrating on anything. And without even the excuse of contractors working or multiple appointments. I keep trying to find my focus but somehow I just keep wandering through a maze of distraction (hence my choice of this Jack Kirby cover for an illustration. Steve Ditko inked).

Part of it is undoubtedly that TYG’s slammed schedule has kept me doing lots of extra dog care. That’s not a criticism — she’s the big breadwinner so if she needs me to watch the dogs so she can concentrate, that’s fair — but it does erode my sense of personal space over time and I know from experience that affects my concentration. Plus the cats have been downstairs a lot during the day this week. Even if they’re not asking for anything, I’m conscious of them and that adds to the distraction.

Is it anything beyond that? Maybe, but I don’t know what. Not exhaustion — the dogs woke me up a couple of times this week but I slept great the rest of the time.

The end result? No fiction this week, or this month. I hate that! I did get work done but it proceeded at a snail’s pace compared to what I’d have managed were I in the zone.

The biggest thing was that I answered all those questions McFarland sent me about my Watching Jekyll and Hyde manuscript. Now I just have to wait for them to send me the galleys for the final proofing.

I also edited my friend Kat Traylor’s story for Become the Sky, the follow-up anthology to The Ceaseless Way. “Surviving Dr. Bloodflask” is a really fun story about a supervillain’s son getting dragged back into his family’s schemes. Kat’s improved it considerably since we critiqued the first draft so all I had to do was copy editing.

I submitted an updated story on the Triangle area’s ongoing drought. Rain this month has eased the stress but not eliminated it. The story will be out next week.

Over at Atomic Junk Shop I looked at how Doctor Doom in 1971 starts showing hints of decency. Also how horror began spilling into romance, war books and superhero comics.

And that’s about it. I have no major commitments next week, though, so let’s hope I can return to productivity.

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Reviews of mostly disappointing nonfiction

Walt Disney was a name to conjure with when I was a kid. The movies of the 1960s and 1970s were no classics but there were still rereleases (Snow White left me terrified of the Queen for years), the Wonderful World of Disney TV show, the comic books and the legend Disney had built up over years. Small wonder BABES IN TOMORROWLAND: Disney and the Making of the American Child, 1930-1960 by Nicholas Sammond intrigued me. Alas, like The CIA Book Club the title is clickbait; unlike that book, the content did not intrigue me and I DNFed.

Sammond’s focus isn’t a bad topic: with 20th century urbanization and the new medium of moving pictures, bringing up kids suddenly seemed harder than ever before. Would movies expose them to bad influences? Would living in the city make it easier for them to fall into vice and sin? A boom in child-rearing advice followed, and of course, never went away. Walt Disney cannily promoted himself as a safe haven: you could trust him to turn out quality, family-friendly movies that would be safe for kids. However Disney is little more than a subplot and Sammond draws unconvincing conclusions — did you know the subtext of “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice” in Fantasia is that if you leave your kids unsupervised, they’ll screw everything up? The child-rearing stuff wasn’t interesting to me without that.


REACTION! Chemistry in the Movies by Mark Griepp and Marjorie Mikasen seemed full of promise when I started reading and they discussed Jekyll and Hyde topics such as the recurrent use of mirrors in the film adaptations (a point I wish I’d included in Watching Jekyll and Hyde) and speculate about the makeup of Jekyll’s formula. However the movie is also wrong on one point and as it moves on to Invisible Man, The Absent-Minded Professor and more it makes many curious choices. How do you write about cocaine’s history as an anesthetic and not mention the film Edge of Sanity? Why include Back to the Future — yes, plutonium is a chemical, but needing it to power the DeLorean hardly makes this a movie about chemistry? Ultimately the creator seem more interested in real-world chemistry than the movies and I needed more of the latter.

As Paul in Let No Man Put Asunder has the ability to see Kirlian auras I thought an interlibrary loan of PICTURING AURA: A Visual Biography by Jeremy Stolow might be useful. It was, but it was also a slog to read through. Stolow’s history of efforts by mystics, Russian Senmo Kirlian and multiple other parapsychologists to visualize, photograph and explain the human aura is way too credulous about the psychics he profiles and suffused with academic jargon. Among the interesting stuff was the career of screenwriter/parapsychologist Thelma Moss, an arguments that Russians weren’t as big on psi-research as legend tells (Soviet scientists found it incompatible with Marxist ma terialism). Among the weaknesses are that Stolow identifes the paranormal nonfiction magazine Fate as science fiction, making me wonder, as with Reaction!, what errors I’m not catching.

The winner of the week was Samantha Cole’s HOW SEX CHANGED THE INTERNET AND HOW THE INTERNET CHANGED SEX: An Unexpected History. Cole shows how sex goes back to the earliest days of the Internet: a bulletin board providing AIDS information, a Playboy centerfold that became the first digitally transmitted image, sex workers discovering the Internet offered safer ways to conduct their business. Standing against all this were censors, squeamish social networks and nervous hosting companies who flinched from useful sexual information as much as they did hardcore porn. This was a good history with some interesting points (people focus on the damage deepfakes could do in politics rather than their primary use, humiliating women); there’s surprisingly little about child porn which may reflect Cole’s frustration with Protect The Children rationales from anti-sex crusaders.

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Books that were not what I expected

Discovering a nonfiction book is not what I expected doesn’t mean the book is bad. The CIA Book Club has little to do with the title topic; it’s still an excellent book. Similarly, ONE FINE DAY: Britain’s Empire on the Brink, Sept. 29 1923 by Matthew Parker has very little to do with that date, when Britain gaining control of Palestine meant the Empire ruled one quarter of the world (not counting oceans); Parker’s panoramic survey of the British Empire doesn’t even bring up Palestine or how the British came to take it over.

Nevertheless, the book is a fascinating look at Britain in the first quarter of the 20th century, when the Empire was at its peak — and already starting to slide off it. In India, Nehru and Gandhi are challenging British rule. In Africa, American Marcus Garvey has become an icon inspiring Africans all over to assert themselves as equals to the white man. Australia and other “dominions” are chafing at being subordinate partners, supporting the Empire for very little gain. The hypocrisy of the supposed “white man’s burden” of governing the lesser races wisely was becoming increasingly obvious. And the financial burdens of being a world power were starting to show. It was game over for the Empire, even if that wouldn’t be obvious for a while.

EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTIONS IN HORROR FILMS: A History of Mad Professors, Student Bodies, and Final Exams by Andrew L Grunzke sounded right up my alley — indeed, I half-wondered if the chapter on Jekyll and Hyde would make me kick myself for not reading it sooner. Again, this book was not what I expected, but not in a good way. It spends half its text talking about Frankenstein, Jekyll and Van Helsing, none of whom are known primarily as educators (only a couple of films paint Jekyll as such). When he does get to high-school horror I wasn’t that impressed, and the sloppy errors he makes like asserting Paul Massie in Two Faces of Dr. Jekyll is the first clean-shaven Hyde) make me doubt everything he says about movies I haven’t seen. Plus even though it’s a movie-centric book, I think discussing Buffy with its High School Is Hell themes would have been worthwhile. I’m glad I interlibrary-loaned this rather than buying it.

You may have noticed my movie blog posts occasionally wondering what someone in their twenties would make of this or that movie. I thought Simone Elias’ OLD FILMS, YOUNG EYES: A Teenage Take on Hollywood’s Golden Age might provide an answer. While Elias — who writes a damn sight better than I did at her age — looks at rom-coms, beach party films, film noir and pre-code films, the book is less about her reactions than explaining to people her age why old movies are worth watching, the cultural context they took place in and how much of modern film has its roots in classic Hollywood. I’m obviously not the target audience for a book like that, though (also obviously) that’s not a fault in the book, just a mismatch between book and reader.

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When will this story finally start?

About 10 months ago, an agent doing a writing workshop told me the opening of Let No Man Put Asunder didn’t give any idea of the genre and I should fix that. As I said at the link, I don’t see that as a problem for stuff published through my Behold the Book imprint. Readers are going to see a cover image and read the back-cover copy so they won’t look at the first page and assume it’s a mainstream story about a kid who dropped out of college and now works in a greasy spoon.

The same for Southern Discomfort. It’s not got any magic on the first couple of pages, and no definite magic even through the first chapter. However readers will know when they pick it up or see the Amazon listing that it’s specfic, rather than a historical novel about a female fugitive.

Showing the magic up front won’t work in either case. The protagonists are ordinary people about to be sucked into the supernatural; until that point they have no reason to know magic exists (as Maria in Southern Discomfort protests very loudly at several points). In some stories you can have weird shit happening from the get-go even if the protagonist doesn’t know the reason; these two books are not that kind of story. Originally I started Southern Discomfort with the murder of Aubric McAlister, cluing the reader in to the basic premise of the book. Feedback convinced me that was too slow a start, without sufficient tension; Maria’s story’s got tension in spades.

It’s perfectly legit to start a fantasy novel with mundane scenes, provided their interesting. Much as I like the magical goings on in Pharisee County, I think Maria’s character arc is a stronger hook. The magic is essential to the story and becomes more so as things get crazier. Still, it’s more about ordinary people stuck in the middle of a magic war than the magic war itself.

Which brings me to the 1931 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. After completing my viewing for Watching Jekyll and Hyde, I’ve come to appreciate even more how good this film is (though the abuse subplot is horrifying. Consider that your trigger warning).

In a 90-minute film, it takes us half an hour before Edward Hyde comes on stage. Several movies do that, introducing Jekyll, his fiancee/dream girl/wife and the nature of his research before getting to the transformation. A lot of them are boring with uninteresting, undramatic pre-Hyde scenes. They’re a long establishing shot that sets things up but accomplishes nothing else.

Not in this one, thanks to Rouben Mamoulian’s direction and Fredric March’s performance. We open with a Jekyll’s eye-view of his life — his elegant home, his devoted butler — and that unconventional viewpoint makes it way more interesting than it would be otherwise. Then we watch March’s Jekyll lecture to an astounded audience about his vision of splitting off our evil side so that we can enjoy lives of pure goodness. As I explain in my book there are huge flaws in this idea (what are the pure evil sides going to be doing?) but Mamoulian makes it visually fascinating. Then we cut to Jekyll’s charity clinic where his medical genius enables a girl on crutches to cast them aside and walk — a classic miracle as the ultimate proof of his goodness.

We shift to the Carew dinner party where Jekyll’s future father-in-law dresses him down for being late, then he and Muriel (Rose Hobard) snatch a quiet scene alone. March was best known at that point as a romantic lead; alternating between dreams of passion and whimsy he keeps the scene arresting (Hobard’s not a bad actor but her role doesn’t give her much to work with). The result? It’s a good movie even before Hyde enters.

I don’t know if I can create anything that intense in my opening. I’m certainly shooting for it.

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Cover reveal!

Not yet for Southern Discomfort but they’ve picked my cover for Watching Jekyll and Hyde.

This is the poster for the 1931 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde that one Fredric March an Oscar. It’s not what I suggested but it looks good — and I trust McFarland to pick the right image.

They seem to be moving quite fast on this. It may not be too long before I get the galleys to proof.

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2026 introduces its first plot twists

The first twist: I was supposed to be at Mysticon in Roanoke. I was last there right before the covid shutdown; after things opened up again Mysticon didn’t (loss of some of the key conrunners was a big issue). I figured it was gone for good but no, here it is!

Only I’m not because we’re having a winter storm hit and it looks like Durham-to-Roanoke will be fimbulwintered. It’s possible it won’t be that bad but driving on ice is not in my skill set. And the odds look excellent that when I came home, our subdivision would still be unsafe driving even if the main roads had been cleared off. So I canceled.

In a sense, it’s a win. I didn’t have a table to sell books so from a monetary standpoint this would have been a loss. And money has been flowing out too fast the past couple of months. Lots of pet meds, a ramp for Plushie when he was recovering from his CCL tear (turns out we didn’t use it), really steep electric bills … so spending money on what would have been a fun vacation more than a business trip might not be the best thing.

Only it’s not a win because I was really looking forward to going. It’s been a hectic, intense month with lots of writing, doggy care, much of last weekend being solo doggy care (TYG had some alumni activities she attended) so a break would have felt very nice. It’s not like I can come up with some fun activity as an alternative break this weekend because we’ll be snowed in. Sigh.

The other twist is that of my colleagues at The Local Reporter jumped ship for an outlet where he can focus on sports reporting so my editor asked me to take over covering Chapel Hill as well as Carrboro. That’s a good thing — more money — but it will cut into my time for my own projects. This was the first week I blew any of those goals — nothing done on Impossible Takes a Little Longer — though that’s also because I spent one day this week also dealing with errands (get dog drugs and some extra food before the roads are covered in ice and snow) and various household obligations (getting paperwork to our new groomer).

Still, I got stuff done. Some promotional paperwork for McFarland on Watching Jekyll and Hyde, responding to Sam about the new cover design, and several Local Reporter pieces: a Chapel Hill lawsuit settled, prepping for the frozen weather, Carrboro’s plan to close one road on weekends, and other road plans. I worked on Obolos, one of my short stories for the new collaborative anthology, adjusting according to the feedback from my collaborators. Over at Atomic Junk Shop I looked at proposed new costumes for the Legion of Superheroes and discussed the moral implications of Jekyll and Hyde.

I also picked up Oh the Places You’ll Go which I haven’t looked at in months. One of my goals for this year is to get almost-finished stories like this one done and out into the world, whether it’s submitting to others or putting them into an anthology of my own. I got through most of the story but then I hit the ending. It needs fixing; fixing may require killing a couple of scenes that I really like. Due to my newspaper work I didn’t have enough time to decide.

On the dog front, good news. After weeks of Plushie in his cage —

— the vets have told us it’s time to let him out and “let him be a dog.” He’s been having great fun running around and sleeping on the couch (his fave spot) though we’ve carefully fenced him in so he has to use ramp. Trixie had her stitches removed from her biopsy so she’s free to get back to normal too. Yay!

Now comes the weekend and (probably) the ice and snow. Send positive thoughts that our power stays on, or at least doesn’t go off for too long.

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Is Dr. Jekyll man or monster? Or … is he both?

A few last movies I rewatched for Watching Jekyll and Hyde.

Rewatching DR. JEKYLL’S DUNGEON OF DEATH (1979) confirmed that it’s the kind of sleazy low-budget crap that would have gone straight to video a few years later. Along with testing his ancestor’s formula for unleashed aggression on kidnapped guinea pigs (in a rare moment of sanity in this subgenre, Jekyll points out that self-testing is a stupid risk to take), Jekyll is raping the captive woman who once rejected him, leching on the sister he lobotomized (and gaslighting her that she’s a Hideous Scarface) and plotting revenge on a professor for reasons we never learn. Despite assuring us this takes place on a Vast Estate, the one or two shots we see outside are a suburban street; the eponymous dungeon is Jekyll’s basement. “We both know that genius is born of madness.”

THE TWO FACES OF DR. JEKYLL (1960) improves slightly on rewatching – Dawn Addams is better than I gave her credit for — but ultimately still falls flat. Having Hyde (Paul Massie) attempt to win back Jekyll’s faithless wife (Addams) from shameless cad Christopher Lee is a great set up but I don’t know the characters well enough to care (did Mrs. Jekyll ever love Henry? Did Henry ever love her before he became an obsessive mad scientist?). I do like the trope reversal at the end, with Hyde struggling to purge himself of Jekyll only to lose when Jekyll resurfaces. That’s all to recommend this other than Christopher Lee’s performance as a complete weasel. “We English never know what we feel.”


For all Amicus producer/screenwriter Milton Subotsky wanted I, MONSTER (1972) to be The Most Faithful Adaptation, the most interesting idea is to make Christopher Lee’s Dr. Marlowe a practicing psychiatrist (as opposed to the standard approach of providing charity medical care or focusing on research) whose frustration with conventional psychotherapy leads to drug experiments to cut through human repression …

I do wonder if Subotsky wasn’t influenced by Two Faces as Dr. Marlowe’s belief (Subotsky renamed the leads in the belief audiences wouldn’t come to a Jekyll and Hyde film) that Evil Is Ugly could easily be refuting Two Faces screenwriter Wolf Mankowitz’s belief Evil Should Be Sexy (alternatively it could be a way to rationalize why the drug changes Marlowe physically). After watching this I decided it was impossible to pull off a faithful adaptation until Jean Renoir proved me wrong. With Richard Hurndall as Lanyon and Michael des Barres as a street punk who picks the wrong toff to rough up. “What is more to the purpose — I’ve had a lesson.”

I’m glad I rewatched JEKYLL (2007) as I don’t think I appreciated on first viewing how much it riffs on the March/Tracy template, sometimes in ways that are not obvious (like Tracy and March, Matt Keeslar’s Jekyll reveals his split identity to the Bad Girl before killing her, though in this case it’s unintentional). One reason this doesn’t work for me is that Keeslar isn’t a convincing Hyde, and I can’t buy that a former, hard-partying wild man (that comes from Stevenson, of course) would be that unnerved to find the stripper Bad Girl turns him on.

That said, this is one of the more contemporary adaptations, incorporating computer games, Utterson as a female BFF for Jekyll and no slut-shaming of the stripper. It has its merits, just not enough of them. “This is the moment — the single incident that defines the rest of your life.”

I rewatched the Tracy version of DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE (1941) after reading a letter from Joe Breen (the top enforcer for the Production Code) warning that when Tracy whips Ingrid Bergman and Lana Turner in one hallucination sequence, the whip mustn’t be seen striking the women. That’s the kind of hairsplitting the Production Code specialized in, but it works: I was genuinely surprised to realize the whip never does land — all we see is Tracy’s Jekyll cracking a whip while he rides in a hansom cab pulled by the two women.

I was also intrigued by Breen’s directive a second hallucination sequence cut out all scenes with “the girl and the swan” — they did and I’ve had no luck researching what it was.

The 1980 DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE is definitely in my list of top adaptations. David Hemmings is excellent as a middle-aged Jekyll, a clergyman’s son wracked by guilt over his addiction to banging sex workers and hopeful his miracle drug will cleave off his sinful side and let him become pure. Instead it turns him into a younger, devil-may-care Hemmings by the simple expedient of ditching the middle-aged false whiskers and poundage; not only does he have more fun but Jekyll’s fiancee finds him way more charming as Hyde. Discounting gender flip adaptations (Dr. Jekyll and Sister Hyde, Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde), this is the only Hyde who goes for men as well as women. Even there we only see one male sex worker providing services (I’m guessing Hyde stiffs him on his pay because of Jekyll’s guilt about M/M sex). With James Bond’s Q, Desmond Llewelyn, as the ever-doomed Sir Danvers Carew. “I never thought the pleasures of the flesh were the work of the devil.”

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