Like Dr. Jekyll andMistress Hyde, THE JEKYLL AND HYDE PORTFOLIO (1971) is soft-core erotica that will qualify at best, for the appendix. This story of a split-personality killer murdering students at a 19th century nursing school in between their hookups wouldn’t qualify for that except for the title and that the movie’s characters invoke Stevenson (“She’s a modern day Jekyll and Hyde!”), so … A few years later, it would have fit handily into the slasher genre. “I’ve never seen such carnage in all my years on the force.”
My brother sent me a copy of his appearance as King Arthur in SPAMALOT, the stage adaptation of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Given the limitations of a stage set the show does a remarkable job capturing many of the scenes (I didn’t think they could pull off the Black Knight losing his limbs but they made it work) though they give the Lady of the Lake a larger role and provide a different ending. I think it’s interesting that “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life” from Monty Python’s Life of Brian is one of the songs, showing what a Python landmark it’s become. A fun production of a fun show. “God, almighty and all-knowing has … misplaced a cup?”
My brother Craig, like me, is a fan of Hammer Horror so while he was here I put on DR. JEKYLL AND SISTER HYDE (1971). Despite director Roy Ward Baker coming up with the title as a joke—he was quite surprised Hammer then jumped on it—it’s a good film. I could not, however, kick back and enjoy it without my analytical, writing-a-book-on-this hat coming on.
In contrast to Stevenson and most of the adaptations I’ve seen (e.g., the Barrymore, Fredric March and Spencer Tracy versions) Ralph Bates’ Dr. Jekyll has no interest in splitting good from evil — he starts out wanting to cure all diseases. When a fellow doctor (Gerald Sims) points out it would take several years just to cure cholera and diphtheria, Bates decides to work on eternal life first, because that will be so much easier, right? And then he’ll have time to cure all diseases. It doesn’t occur to either doctor that curing diphtheria and cholera would save thousands of lives by themselves, get his name in the history books and inspire other researchers to follow in his wake.
He’s also unusually low-rent: where March’s Dr. Jekyll is filthy rich and most film Jekylls have servants, Jekyll here lives by himself in rented rooms. By Victorian standards, the lack of a household staff or at least a gentleman’s gentleman makes him slightly disreputable.
Another thing that occurred to me is how much Jekyll and Hyde films use hands. The Stevenson novel makes good use of them as shorthand — when Jekyll starts to lose control of the transformation, one of the first signs is waking up and seeing Hyde’s hands instead of his own. The Johny Barrymore film shows Hyde’s spidery hands—
— and the March film opens with Jekyll’s elegant hands playing piano. Sister Hyde frequently uses close-ups of Bates’ hands changing to Martine Beswick’s as signs of the transformation. A much easier one, I’m sure, than focusing on the face every time.
I’ll have more to say when I watch it purely for the book. “It is I who exist, Dr. Jekyll — not you!”
Earlier this year my brother performed in JEKYLL AND HYDE: The Musical (1997) and as it’s streaming online, I took a look (it’s the source of the title quote on this post). This was much more polished than the version I saw some years back, and (as I now realize) clearly based on the March/Tracy story: a romantic quadrangle with a Madonna (Jekyll’s fiancee) and a Whore (Hyde’s lover/victim), Sir Danvers Carew as Jekyll’s father-in-law (surprisingly he makes it to the end of the show unscathed — Carew isn’t that lucky in most adaptations I’ve seen).
In this version, Jekyll’s inspiration is his own father’s insanity — if he could separate good from evil in our minds, wouldn’t that enable his father to regain normality (an odd rationale as his father isn’t a psycho killer but comatose)? When he tells the hospital board he wants to use one of the patients in the madhouse as a guinea pig, they not unreasonably object; the bishop on the board raises the question not enough people do, after the split where does the evil go? Jekyll denounces them as hypocrites and ultimately decides to test the drug on himself.
I like the detail of Hyde sensing people by animalistic sniffing; I’m less thrilled with his odd, armored carapace, like he was about to turn supervillain. Hyde assaults a young dancer/sex worker who’d attracted Jekyll’s attention then discovers the bishop dropping in on the brothel for some action and settles Jekyll’s score with him. Ignoring the bishop’s hypocrisy, the papers trumpet him as a murdered saint; as the show’s set in 1888, Hyde’s killing spree is obviously meant to parallel Jack the Ripper. While the board members do turn out to be hypocrites there’s no way Jekyll could have known that when he spat the label at them. Jekyll of course struggles to regain control; we all know how that’s going to work out.
This shows the problem with writing about stage shows. Not only are the cast fixed but the show has been tweaked since the original hit the boards and there are other versions out there. In some of the early versions, for instance, one board member was Jekyll’s romantic rival and also the brothel keeper, emphasizing the hypocrisy theme. Splitting them in two gives us two unremarkable characters. For that reason I’ll be watching the David Hasselhoff streaming version which I believe is closer to the original Broadway musical, then comparing the two. “Comments on a lack of style should never be made by those who have none.”
CLIMAX: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1955) was an episode of an early TV anthology show starring Michael Rennie as the gruesome twosome. Unusually this opens near the end of the Stevenson novel, with Utterson leading Jekyll’s household staff to confront Mr. Hyde in Jekyll’s laboratory; after Hyde keels over dead (suicide by poison) Utterson finds Jekyll has left him the journal of the doctor’s experiments.
Here Jekyll’s interest in dividing good from evil is purely scientific: dissection will show us the nature of the soul just as if it were a living organism. There’s no fiancee for Jekyll but his Hyde (a less apelike version of the Fredric March’s evolutionary throwback) does take an interest in a singer at a local pub. When he discovers she has a fiancee he does not take it well.
This is not an A-list version but Gore Vidal’s script does a great job showing Jekyll (pronounced GEEkil as in the March film) slowly sliding into corruption. At first he figures there’s no harm letting Hyde play — in fact it’s rather fun. When things go bad, well you can’t blame him! It was Hyde, and all of us have a Hyde within! Yes, Dr. Lanyon says, but most of us keep him caged. “You talk of innocence but you reek of Hell.”
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Last weekend, TYG took me to a concert: Kristin Chenoweth, with the North Carolina Symphony. A very cool building with gorgeous acoustics.
The seats were fantastic, eight rows back. And Chenoweth was amazing. Very funny (“After jamming with Willy Nelson I wafted home. You always ‘waft’ if you jam with Willy — there’s no alternative.”). Dynamic. Delivering a lot of songs as if she were performing in a musical rather than a concert. And damn, she can sing.
Surprisingly less singing from the Broadway shows she’s been in (though she did “Popular” from Wicked) than songs by women she admires: Dame Julie Andrews (“I Could Have Danced All Night” from My Fair Lady), Barbra Streisand (“The Way We Were”), Karen Carpenter (totally nailing “Yesterday Once More”) and others. TYG rated it one of the best concerts she’s been to.
Alas, the only shot I got of Chenoweth — no photos until the curtain call, of course — has her largely bleached out.
The Durham Savoyards’ 2024 Gilbert and Sullivan production was THE GONDOLIERS, in which two newly-married Venetian brothers learn one of them is a foster sibling and the rightful king of Barataria — but not which one (yep, another of Gilbert’s baby-swap plotlines). Until they can figure it out, they’re stuck as co-rulers with their Venetian belief in equality warring with their new status as monarchs. Plus the rightful king has been promised in infancy to another, which means one of their marriages is invalid. But which?
(As you can see, TYG bought us really good seats. This was my birthday present).
I was puzzled what the point of the parody was so I ordered the first volume of The Annotated Gilbert and Sullivan (I have the second) to find out. It turns out Gilbert wanted to satirize British republican and anti-monarchical movements and picked 15th century venice as the setting because they shared the same view. For unknown reasons he switched to much less republican 1700s Venice; the Savoyards switched this production to 1950s Italy which I don’t think added much. However it was still a great deal of fun with the second-longest stretch of singing without dialogue in any of their shows, and very well performed. Below, my friend and fellow writer Ada Milenkovic Brown posing as Victorian audience along with participating in the chorus. “Though the present and the future belong to another, the past is ours — and nothing can take that away!”
In his Beautiful Mornin’ Ethan Mordden chronicled how Rodgers and Hammerstein rejuvenated the Broadway musical in the 1940s by treating musicals as plays with characters, plot arcs and songs tailored to specific individuals in specific settings. Their influence continued into the 1950s but the 1960s changed things up again, as Mordden details in OPEN A NEW WINDOW: The Broadway Musical in the 1960s.
Morrden argues that Camelot was the last show to follow in Rodgers and Hammerstein’s style with Cabaret several years later showing the darker, less conventional turn the musical would make going forward. Other changes were that rising costs meant even a hit show such as She Loves Me might end up in the red; director-choreographers began to take over from producers as the dominant force; and the off-Broadway musical (e.g., The Fantastiks) was a thing (as Mordden tells it, off-Broadway theaters in earlier decades dismissed musicals as too mainstream; in later decades they were big productions indistinguishable from Broadway shows). The book looks at shows including hits (Fiddler on the Roof, Hello Dolly), flops with bad scores (Mordden has nothing good to say about How Now, Dow Jones) and flops with good scores such as On a Clear Day You Can See Forever (when a critic told writer Alan Jay Lerner he liked that at intermission he had no idea what would happen in Act Two, Lerner replied “That’s the problem, neither did I.”). Worth reading if the topic interests you.
LOGAN’S RUN by William F. Nolan and George Clayton Johnson spun off a movie, a TV series, a comic book and several sequels, which is surprising now that I’ve read it. It’s very much a product of the late 1960s, one of the “youthquake” stories like Prez, Wild in the Streets and Gas that assume the Kids Take Over for better (Prez) or worse (the rest). In this case, as we learn late in the books, Youth rebels against the government’s zero population growth efforts, overthrows the oldsters and adopts a new approach: a computer-run society where kids start training at 7, assume adult roles at 14 and get put to sleep at 21. For those who snap and run from the latter fate, the Sandmen step in, hunt them down, and finish them off.
When the Sandman Logan discovers his time is running out he decides to make a final heroic gesture, turning Runner to discover the location of Sanctuary, a possibly mythical refuge where Runners can live beyond 21. Along with the beautiful Jessica he begins to work his way through the globe-spanning underground network leading to Sanctuary but it’s a long and dangerous road ahead …
I’m not sure this makes sense. Nobody really comes off as a kid and even with the computer running things society seems to work too well. However it’s so well done, so action packed, it’s a great read anyway.The 1976 LOGAN’S RUN movie was a favorite of mine when it came out. Two likable actors (Jenny Agutter and Michael York) in the leads, a bizarre future environment and good visuals (though as Camestros Felapton says, it looks less impressive post-Star Wars). However reading the book makes me appreciate it has a lot less logic behind it. In the film’s setting you live until you’re 30. Then comes the chance of restored life or death in the ritual of carousel. No explanation how it all came about. And where the book’s dangerous settings — the animalistic teenage Cubs, the cyborg Box — all made sense, here they have no more substance than a D&D random-roll monster. I still enjoyed it but the book is way better. “Each cat has three different names.”
Our friend Hope Alexander (a retired actor whose mother Mara was an actor in The Rains Came), recently appeared in a stage production of Agatha Christie’s MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS so that became one of TYG’s and my date nights. Hope was great and the rest of the cast were good (though the various accents — Scots, English, Belgian, French, Swedish) but the story reminded me why I’ve never cottoned to Christie. First we meet Hercule Poirot, then we meet the various players, one after another. Then comes the murder (by stopping the train in a snowstorm we get a glamorous setting — the Orient Express was very cool back in the day — but also the isolated locale with a limited band of casts) and then interviews with the cast one after the other, then the awkward scene where Poirot slowly explains what happens. At times the script felt like it was on the brink of tragedy. Below, a rocking horse symbolizing a child’s murder that’s a key part of the backstory. “As they say in the Bible, if Moses can’t give you the answer, find a concierge.”
As I remembered loving 1974’s MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS I rewatched it to figure out why it worked better. While it has a stunning cast — Albert Finney as Poirot supported by Lauren Bacall, Wendy Hiller, Martin Balsam, Antony Perkins, Richard Widmark, Jacqueline Bissett, Michael York, Sean Connery, Vanessa Redgrave and John Gielgud — I think the difference is that director Sidney Lumet makes full use of the camera’s power. When the cast enters they’re framed against a seemingly real train and mixed in with other people boarding or crossing the station; Lumet breaks up the rote action enough to keep it engaging. Not as much as first viewing — if you know the twist it doesn’t rewatch as well — but enough to make rewatching it worthwhile. “An Englishwoman who had never lived in America would have said ‘I can put in a trunk call to my solicitors.’”
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Not as much to review as I’d expected due to the distractions of dealing with Plush Dudley’s caging.
THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF HENRY SUGAR (2023) is a Netflix Roald Dahl short in which the eponymous millionaire (Benedict Cumberpatch) learns how to psychically read cards, uses the skill to win big, then realizes that with great power comes great responsibility. With Ralph Fiennes as Roald Dahl, this was cute. “That would have been the appropriate ending if this had been a work of fiction.”
I rewatched my brother’s DVD of THE DROWSY CHAPERONE and once again enjoyed a lonely-middle aged narrator (my brother’s role) putting on the LP of a favorite 1920s musical wherein a Broadway star’s wedding is complicated by a scheming manager, mobsters (“They’re not scary unless you find dancers scary — which I do.”) and the groom roller-skating around the garden blindfolded. A satire of frothy 1920s musicals but also a salute to loving stuff even though we know it’s not A-list. And the metacommentary aspect works much better than AsteroidCity did. “Monkey, monkey, monkey/You broke my heart in two/But I’ll always save that pedestal/for you!”
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During my recent Florida visit, my sister Trace suggested I stop by Stagecrafters during one of their evening meetings to see a few people. I did, and it was cool to see several people I normally only interact with on Facebook. And to see that while the details of the props and sets in our warehouse have changed, it still feels very much the same.Like a lot of theater groups, they’re having a struggle at times to keep going but they are still going. Makes me glad. I spent a lot of my life there and it’s still very much a part of me.
Some years back I caught a British TV serial, Traffic, about the UK government’s futile efforts to beat the drug trade. It bored me silly but Stephen Soderbergh’s film version, TRAFFIC, was anything but dull.Michael Douglas plays the judge recently promoted to federal drug czar, confident he can succeed where his predecessors failed. But as he soon discovers, the demand is huge, the cartels’ resources and ruthlessness huge and his efforts amount to bailing out the Atlantic with a tea cup. None of this is a novel insight, of course, but the film turns it into riveting drama and earned Soderbergh a Best Director Oscar. It doesn’t hurt that we have a fantastic cast: Benicio del Toro and Don Cheadle as cops, Erika Christensen and Topher Grace as drug-using teens, Steven Bauer and Catherine Zeta-Jones as drug kingpins and Amy Irving as Douglas’ wife. “If you’re going to start on the fucking war metaphors, I’m going to wrap this car around a telephone pole.”
TRAFIC (1972) was French comic Jacques Tati’s next-to-last feature, in which his eternally hapless Mr. Hulot is just one part of the ensemble struggling to get a new-model camper to a Belgium auto shop in the face of French holiday traffic. I’ve only seen a little of Tati’s work but this seemed much less slapstick than his earlier work, though it still kept me watching. “You left the motor running and I have to do the cranking.”
ANTOINE AND COLLETE (1962) was the first of Francois Truffaut’s sequels to The 400 Blows, wherein Antoine, now 17 and living on his own, falls for a college student who persists in seeing him as Just A Friend (while this bums him out, Truffaut treats this as just hard luck, not some cosmic injustice). While I saw this on its own, it’s actually part of the French anthology film Love at Twenty. “You think there’s a difference between a reason and an excuse — I don’t.”
My birthday presents was tickets to a touring production of CHICAGO which finally hit town at the end of April. As y’all may know, the show centers on a conniving adulteress (“First I fooled around, then I screwed around, which is like fooling around without them buying me dinner.”) on trial for murdering her lover before he could dump her. She hopes the celebrity will jump-start her failed showbiz career but that’s only going to happen if her attorney can successfully rebrand her as a wronged innocent.Strippers, Showgirls and Sharks says this flopped when it opened in 1975 but its 1990s revival found audiences connected better with its cynical take on corruption and show business. This was a dynamic show, full of energy and great dances (clearly channeling some of the style Bob Fosse gave the original production); if you’ve seen the movie version, Catherine Zeta-Jones has a much bigger role than the same character here (I’m guessing it’s because CZJ had more stage-musical experience than costars Renee Zellwegger or Richard Gere). The photo above is the spare but effective set after the show ended. “So I fired two warning shots … right into his head.”
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LOLCRAFT: A Compendium of Eldritch Humor comes from the same company that put out the Lovecraftian romance anthology Eldritch Embraces a few years ago. Once again, they’ve included one of my stories and once again the other stories are excellent (I’ve been in anthologies where that wasn’t true. Excellent is better). The Old Ones save Christmas, Bertie Wooster meets HP Lovecraft (“These American authors are all cowboys.”), the Old Ones confront corporate bureaucracy and Las Vegas and vacationers share their online reviews of couples weekend at the Arkham Witch House (“It was weird, the soap was lying on the floor of the bathtub but it seemed an infinite distance away.”). While one or two stories didn’t work for me, the vast majority were a hoot to read.I was much less entertained by Megan Lindholm’s WIZARD OF THE PIGEONS despite some glowing recommendations and Lindholm’s later success as Robin Hobb. In this 1986 urban fantasy, Wizard is a homeless Vietnam veteran wandering the streets of Seattle, dealing with his PTSD and the memories he’s trying to bury but also with the duties his magic imposes on him and the terrible threat of some amorphous evil force invading the city.
Lindholm writes beautifully but by the end of the first few chapters I could tell the ratio of pretty writing to story was way out of whack. At times the story slips uncomfortably close to movies such as Fisher King or They Might Be Giants where everything is in the protagonist’s head; I don’t think the magic is but I’m not sure about the evil force (I got to skimming a lot) and I hate All In Their Head stories. Plus the mentally disturbed Vietnam veteran was and is a bad stereotype (not that they didn’t exist but a lot more went home and resumed something approaching normal life). I’ve wanted to read this for years but now that I have it’s a disappointment.
LOVE EVERLASTING by Tom King and Elsa Charretier was more interesting, but didn’t work for me either. In the first chapter, protagonist Joan falls for her boss even though he’s dating her BFF; it all works out happily but then she wakes up as a young college student who falls for a counterculture type over her father’s objections but once again her life reboots. Eventually we learn a mysterious cowboy guns her down whenever she finds true love.
I’ve no idea where this is going and not in an “intrigued” sort of way. The stories aren’t really parodies as they could easily have appeared in Girl’s Love or similar titles (except the last one, set in the Great War, which doesn’t fit the pattern) and they’re not critiquing the stories or attitudes so was this just a way to make a modern love-comics anthology interesting? The murky discussion at the climax doesn’t explain enough to satisfy.
To end on a win, TYG and I caught the Durham Savoyards’ production of THE YEOMEN OF THE GUARD a couple of weekends ago. This Gilbert and Sullivan operetta takes place in the Elizabethan age at the Tower of London. The alchemist Fairfax has been sentenced to death for witchcraft so a relative can seize his estate; to spite him, he pays Elsie, a traveling entertainer, to marry him, thereby putting his estate off-limits. When Fairfax manages to escape his fate, however, both he and Elsie have to deal with a marriage neither fo them thought would last.
The standout part is Jock Paint, the jester in love with Elsie, his performing partner. Where Shakespeare’s jesters are wry philosophers, Jack has to work at being funny, often struggling; losing his love to Fairfax ends the show on a genuinely and uncharacteristically sad note for G&S. I’ve seen this played several ways — Elsie is heartless, the ending is tragic — but here she’s sympathetic and it’s simply downbeat. It’s odd, given that Jack doesn’t have any more claim to Elsie than Bunthorne had to Patience in Patience, but it works nonetheless. Though Fairfax/Elsie doesn’t, at least for me — unlike Algernon in Patience or most G&S romantic leads, he doesn’t seem in love with his leading lady. Regardless, the Savoyards pulled this off with their usual flair. “Tell a tale of cock-and-bull/Of convincing detail full/Tale portentious/Heaven defend us/What a tale of cock and bull!”
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The seventh and final season of YOUNGER suffered from the pandemic delaying it to two years after the last season, which I assume is why Diana (Miriam Shor) and Zane (Charles Michael Davis) disappear from the cast. Much like S6 it feels like a lot of shuffling pieces across the board to keep the game going: Kelsey (Hilary Duff) gets a big promotion, gets sidelined, leaves, comes back … And Josh (Nico Tortorella) continues feeling like a fifth wheel. Maggie’s (Debi Mazur) arc, on the other hand, felt like two season’s worth of episodes crammed into a handful of scenes.That said, I think they stuck the landing: Kelsey, once again unattached to a guy, heads out to LA to start fresh in a new job (there were hopes for a spinoff but Duff picked another show); Charles and Liza break up (but Liza’s last-minute rush to the airport to encourage him to marry someone else was a great twist on the cliche); and Liza (now promoted to publisher) and Josh maybe start over. I’m not sure that resolves anything given Josh wanted to marry her too (the sticking point for Charles was Liza ruling out getting married again) but nonetheless it worked for me. “He’s iconic — like, genuinely iconic, not millennial-stanning-kombucha iconic.”
STAN LEE’S LIGHTSPEED (2006) is a SyFy direct-to-video in which Jason Connery gains super-speed from a freak accident, dons a costume and goes to work against the nihilist reptilian terrorist the Python. On the level of the 1970s TV pilots I watched as a teen, then again for Cyborgs, Santa Claus and Satan, and I do not mean this as a compliment. It’s lacking in imagination (Lightspeed never does anything beyond run fast), acting (Connery, Lee Majors and Nicole Eggert are the big names) and very sexist in the gratuitous torture Python inflicts on Eggert.
SHALLOW GRAVE (1994) has three obnoxious roommates take in an older man as fourth only to have him die on them, leaving behind a suitcase full of cash — well, obviously no downside to keeping it for themselves, right? With Ewan McGregor and Christopher Eccleston as two of the roomies this is a solid little British noir that would double bill well with A Simple Plan.“I would do the same thing only I’m not his type.”
THE CRADLE SNATCHERS (1927) is another early Howard Hawks film, wherein three wives decide to teach their straying husbands a lesson by hiring young collegians to flirt with and thereby make their husbands jealous. This fast-paced comedy feels more like a Hawks film than Paid to Love, but the story is too busy and disorganized to work. “Being Spanish and an osteopath is what got you this job.”
PIRATES OF PENZANCE was last year’s Durham Savoyards production, which I bought on DVD and finally got around to (it’s a shame I didn’t switch the viewing order for this and Lightspeed as the latter wouldn’t have suffered from the dogs distracting me). Not as distinctive in style as many of the Savoyards’ productions but a fun performance of the Gilbert and Sullivan pirate spoof nonetheless. “With courage rare/and resolution manly/For death prepare/unhappy General Stanley.”