Science Fiction Theater – The Miracle of Doctor Dove (08/31/56)

We start, as always on SFT, in a generically named institution — tonight, The Office of Scientific Security.  Jim Spencer is investigating the disappearance of three leading food scientists, all of them patients of the same doctor.  He is curious why these scientists chose to visit that doctor when there were other doctors closer to their homes with smaller index fingers. 

He finds it especially strange because all 3 scientists are over 70.  Wait, why are these geezers even still working?  And they are the leading scientists?  Where are the new food scientists of tomorrow coming from?  And accordion players?  He has heard that another patient, Dr. Kenneth White, has closed his bank account, sold his wife and car, and paid his bills.  

Spencer goes undercover to the doctor for a physical.  In the waiting room, he observes on the doctor’s diploma that he graduated in 1907. He exclaims to the nurse,  “That would make him at least 70!”  Well, yeah, if he graduated from medical school at age 21 it would.  Maybe there was less to learn then.  They were only up to COVID-3.

Spencer recruits the nurse as part of his investigation.  He tells her to take time off to care for a “sick relative” so he can send Nurse Kinder as a spy to take her place.  Kinder can find no connection to the missing scientists, but does discover a secret lab in the office.  Dr. Dove interrupts them, and Kinder introduces Spencer as her fiancee.  Dove lets it slip that his dog is 33 years old.  

This is apparently good enough to get a warrant because they wiretap Dr. Dove’s office.  Sadly, that does not work, so they have Nurse Kinder do some surveillance.  She sees a man named Gorman leave the lab.   He is rolling down his sleeve like he just had an injection, or forgot his handkerchief.  They get his fingerprints and learn that he died 18 years ago, which is shocking because he looks like he died only 10 years ago.

They learn that his fingerprints belonged to a forger who died in prison, and that Dove was the prison doctor.  By wiretapping Dove’s lab, they learn that Gorman is providing forged passports in exchange for injections of a youth serum which, frankly, doesn’t seem to be doing him much good.  

Sweet Jesus, this thing is only half way through!  Dull story short, Dr. Dove has discovered a serum which will add 50 years to the average human life.  But the real stunner is that  SFT actually came up with an interesting twist.  If life expectancy increased that dramatically, then the population would quickly increase, leading to mass starvation as the lines at Cracker Barrel grow to a mile long. 

Ergo, Dr. Dove is keeping the doctors alive so they can research how to greatly increase food production before he reveals his youth serum to the world.  Dove says, “Their work may take years.  My serum will keep them alive and active.  And when people notice that they never wrinkle, never weaken, never grow holder, then they will disappear and show up elsewhere” with younger girlfriends.  

Blah blah.  Lockhart is sent to jail for passport fraud.  Without the serum, he shrivels up and dies of old age off-camera in his cell within days.  Or so Hillary Clinton would have you believe.

Dreadful.

This is how bored even the host of the show was.  Hey, the camera’s still running, dude!

Other Stuff:

  • The book Science Fiction Theatre: A History of the Television Program tells us Gene Lockhart picked up a cool $2,000 for his work as Dr. Dove.  It was worth it to not have an actor tell us how dreamy Adlai Stevenson is, and that Eisenhower is Hitler.  
  • Strangely, the chapter devoted to this episode has several typos.  I like to think the author was easing his pain the same way I am.
  • Epstein didn’t kill himself.

Alfred Hitchcock Presents – The Baby-Blue Expression (12/20/60)

Executive James Barrett barks at his secretary to book him a flight to Toronto.  He is leaving the Muldoon merger in the hands of young Philip Weaver.  After handing off the file, Barrett calls his dimwit, baby-talking, still-in-bed trophy wife who thinks Canada is overseas.  What could such a mature, educated titan of industry see in this numbskull?  Oh, she’s 29 years younger than him.  Not quite the 37 year difference we saw in yesterday’s OSB, but he’s got time to put another trophy on his shelf.  It just might not be a participation trophy by that time.

Mrs. Barrett meets Phillip for lunch.  This being AHP, they discuss their plan to kill off Mr. Barrett during his Toronto trip.  Phillip says he will mail her the details of their murder plan.  Wait, what?  He’s putting it in writing and mailing it to the victim’s home?  God help Mr. Muldoon if Phillip is really this dense.

The next morning, the doorman comes up to their apartment to drop off the mail and pick up Mr. Barrett’s luggage.  After her husband leaves for the airport, Mrs. Barrett rifles through the mail until she finds Phillip’s letter.  She reads, “By this time, my sweet, your adoring husband is on his way to the airport.”  Phillip is pretty trusting that the USPS would get that letter there on the right day.  Even more-so that it would be only be delivered after Barrett left, although he did improve his odds by mailing it the same day as the Monkey Ward catalog.

The letter continues on, instructing her to “write James a good, smarmy letter, leaving nothing to the imagination.”  She is to mail it to Toronto so the police find it in his room.  “That’s all you have to do,” he assures her.  Then he suggests that she throw a cocktail party that very afternoon as an alibi, which seems more complicated than writing a dirty letter.  Finally, he does show a slight bit of brains as he reminds her to destroy the incriminating letter.  Although, inexplicably, he does add a PS that he just recruited a sap named Oswald to be a patsy in assassinating the president in 3 years, includes a sketch of the grassy knoll, a copy of a $10,000 check signed by LBJ, and a clean set of fingerprints.

Mrs. Barrett . . . she doesn’t seem to have a first name.  Let’s just call this treacherous, cheating ninny Helen.  No reason at all.  Just seems like a Helen.[1]  So Helen immediately addresses an envelope to her husband’s hotel in Canada.  After getting stuck because she doesn’t know what “smarmy” means — no, seriously — she pulls a picture of Phillip out of the desk drawer for inspiration.  Wait a minute — she keeps a photo of the guy she is cheating with in her desk at home?  And this is not a wallet size photo, this is an 8 x 10 glamour shot.  It is even framed!  These are the dumbest criminals ever.

Helen begins the letter, “Dearest James, you might think I am a feather-brain for writing to you so quickly”  Yada yada.  “Your adoring wife, Poopsie.”  She stuffs the letter into the envelope and goes downstairs to mail it.  

Back in their apartment, Helen begins calling people to attend her cocktail party.  I have to give her credit, though, she remembers more phone numbers than I can.  Suddenly this brainiac remembers that she left Phillip’s framed picture on her desk where Gladys might find it.  She puts it back in the drawer.  Then she remembers she also left his murder-instruction letter on the desk.  Uh oh, she realizes she accidentally mailed the murder instructions to her husband.  She runs back to the mailbox hoping to catch the mail man picking up, but just misses him.  

Back in her apartment, she is mortified.  I really felt for her, sitting on the sofa, almost catatonic with anxiety. Although in my case, it would have been because I had to attend a cocktail party.  On the other hand, she does look pretty snappy in her little black cocktail dress.  Gladys suggests that she go to the Post Office and see if she can retrieve the letter.  She does, but again just misses the letter as it is sent out.

As the guests begin to arrive, she calls her husband.  His office says he never checked into his hotel, so Phillip must have already whacked him.  She is distraught that her husband is dead and their plan will be discovered.  Just then, the doorman arrives with a delivery from the liquor store and good news, but I repeat myself.  He tells her the postman returned her letter because she had forgotten to put a stamp on it.  The doorman then proudly tells her that he added the postage and sent the letter back out.

Of course, AHP’s sheer professionalism makes this better than most of the crap that airs then or now.  However, it did not completely seem to gel.  I felt like Helen’s pursuit of the letter at the mailbox and post office should have had a more farcical tone.  Maybe an hour episode could have pulled that off.  Also, while I did appreciate her stoic reaction to the pressure she was under, it should have been better used at the end to emphasize the twist.  If she had finally come alive with excitement upon hearing the the letter was returned, she would have lit up the screen.  Then the zinger that the doorman re-mailed it would have been devastating in contrast.  As played, it was just too flat to evoke any reaction in the viewer.

Other Stuff:

  • [1] I only realized later that the housekeeper in this episode is coincidentally also named Helen.  Just doesn’t seem like a name of someone who keeps things tidy.  Let’s call her Gladys and keep Helen for the evil pea-brain slob.
  • Sarah Marshall (Helen) was the mother in Twilight Zone’s classic Little Girl Lost.

One Step Beyond – The Dream (03/03/59)

OSB once again, to great effect, uses historical and stock footage to add depth to a story which is just not that interesting.  We open with several shots of WWII Dunkirk and London in 1940 before we arrive at a bunker where a group of men cheer Winston Churchill’s rousing “finest hour” speech on the radio:

  • ’bout time somebody give those Nazis what-for!
  • Churchill’s a real British bulldog!
  • He’s the leader we’ve been needing!
  • It really gives one hope

Of course, in 5 years with the war over, these same blokes will be kicking him to the curb.  Bloody ingrates!

This is an odd assortment of a farmer, a coal miner, a chaplain, a bank teller, a chemist, a grocer, a retired one-armed WWI hero, a young volunteer, and the headmaster of a girl’s school.  It is a different time when this group of patriotic civilians would prefer to defend their country rather than going to work in their own jobs every day (well, except the headmaster, I imagine).

Charlie tells Hubert Blakely that he saw his wife Ethel in town.  She sends a message that he should wear a scarf, and that his tropical fish just had 28 babies.  Marlowe marvels that they still act like newlyweds even though they have been married 20 years.  Well, Blakely must have been 50 when he got married, because this guy is old! [1] In fact, except for one young guy, this whole crew looks like COVID-19’s dream smorgasbord.

Col. Marlowe tells Tim that he and the young man, Willie, are to man the outpost tonight.  Tim complains that Willie is not up to the task. In fact, Willie does seem a little twitchy and frightened.  The men know he was rejected from joining the service, but he won’t say why.  Blakely offers to take Tim’s place.  The men head out armed with . . . wait, what?  A sawed off oar and a pitchfork!  Wow, we really did save their arses.

At the outpost, Willie confesses that he really is scared.  Blakely assures him that is normal.  Willie reveals he was rejected from the service for “bad lungs”.  Willie’s confession about his bad lungs seems as if it should be significant, but why?  It’s not as if anyone thought he was rejected by the army for being scared — I don’t think they diagnose that at the induction center.  PTSD, I could see, but he was never actually in the army.  In fact, wouldn’t he want the guys to know he was rejected for a legitimate medical reason?

Strangely, almost halfway into this episode, we don’t really know who it is about.  Blakely and Willie have had the most screen time.  However, several others have had a line or even a scene such as the Colonel, the Chaplain, or Tim.

The elderly Blakely takes the first watch.  Nazis row the boat ashore, hallelujha — wait, that’s not how that goes!  But he has already dozed off.  He dreams of his wife Ethel, as well he might — she is only 35 years old!  Uh, wait a minute, Charlie said they had been married 20 years.  Oh well, it was the olden days, I guess.[2]  He dreams of Ethel at home asleep in their bed as bombers release their load, which is more than he’s done lately.  The old guy is awakened by the whistling of the bombs, the explosions, and his enlarged prostate.  Good thing, too, because at that very second, a Nazi is peeking into their bunker.

Blakely kills him with the pitchfork and grabs his Luger.  He and Willie go to sound the alarm, but encounter another Nazi.  Blakely shoots this one, even though he still had that swell oar.  Willie picks up the Nazi’s machine gun.  Another Nazi inexplicably decides to wrestle zwei out of drei falls with Blakely.  Willie pulls him off — hee hee — then strangles him.  The rest of the Nazi’s are killed, thus concluding the comedy portion of tonight’s episode.

Back at the bunker, Blakely admits to Col. Marlowe that he fell asleep.  He says he awoke just in time to kill the Nazi because of the bombs exploding over his house in his dream.  Marlowe says no bombs were dropped in their town, but Blakely goes home to see for himself.

He finds it was indeed bombed.  He searches through the burned-out house, but there is no sign of Ethel.  Devastated, he returns to the bunker.  Blakely is overjoyed to find Ethel there.  She says she had a dream of him fighting Nazi’s.  That woke her up in time to hear the bombs and flee to the basement.  Wait, he didn’t go to the basement when he searched his house.  Wouldn’t that be the first place you checked after a bombing or tornado?

Another not particularly interesting — not even really a twist — but more of a gimmick or hook this week.  It really is a mixed bag though, with some great elements.  The episode had great potential with an large cast of defined characters, but didn’t know what to do with them.  Too many people were thrown at the viewer at once, and arcs were hinted at but never paid off.  The shaky kid did kill a Nazi, but that wasn’t really a satisfactory resolution.  Well, not for the kid.

On the other hand, OSB continues to astound with its production design.  It might start out in a one-room bunker, but it eventually moves outdoors (even if it was on a set) to show some effective fighting with the Nazis.  The devastated town that Blakely walks through is utterly convincing.  That and the bombed out home are worthy of a movie in that era.  Much as I love The Twilight Zone and Alfred Hitchcock Presents, they never matched the visuals on this series.  If it had not been so committed to such a narrow genre, this series might have been remembered as the equal of those classics.

Other Stuff:

  • [1] This not an exaggeration — the actor is 72.
  • [2] The actress playing Ethel was 37 years younger than Blakely.  The creepy scene of them in bed looks like the first 30 seconds of a Pornhub video except she doesn’t call him Step-Daddy.
  • I honestly didn’t think WordPress could get worse after their previous update.  What I found after being away 6 months was an abomination.  Like Adobe and Microsoft, they seemed determined to make their products more freakin’ unusable with every update.

Tales from the Crypt – The Kidnapper (06/07/96)

Englishman Danny Skeggs is sitting on a park bench and begins chatting up a woman there with her infant. With his English accent he will have her effortlessly charmed and captivated in no time. She will be swept away by his sophistication and mistake his crisp enunciation for a natural wit.

Or would if he weren’t actually in England. So really, he just comes off as a total wanker to this Englishwoman. He says his girlfriend had a baby last year, and picks her baby up out of the stroller. The woman is understandably terrified as this no-accented stranger dangerously holds her baby in the air as he has a flashback.

He remembers when Teresa first walked into his pawnshop, single and pregnant; but more illustrative of her poor life-choices, walking into a pawnshop. She offered up her grandmother’s cameo bracelet. Danny says it is worth 350 pounds, but that he can only afford to give her 75. He becomes very concerned when she begins having pregnant-lady pains near the faux-Persian carpet and passes out.

Not concerned enough to call an ambulance, mind you, but concerned enough to ask this stranger to move in with him . . . somewhere right there in the middle. He says she could stay at least until she has the baby. He says he is single, he owns the pawnshop, and that nobody should be alone at Christmas. Teresa tells him that the baby’s father really hurt her and she is not looking for anyone to replace him. She could use a friend, though — particularly a sap who will feed and shelter her — so she accepts.

Months later, Danny has predictably fallen in love with the pregnant woman. Whether it was the erratic mood swings or her massive swollen breasts is hard to say. He has never been happier despite this not being a sexual relationship. She chuckles over his story of drying a hamster in a microwave oven, but it might have been the wine . . . that the pregnant woman was drinking. Teresa is, however, horrified when he says he loves her.

Cut to some time later as the toddler — who was a massive birthmark on his back — is crying. Danny just wants them to go out to a movie, probably one I will be attending. She tells him to go alone, which also describes their sexual relationship. He complains that “the baby — Mr. Needy — is draining the life out of her.” He complains the baby always needs to be the center of attention as he throws a dish against the wall, tears down some drying clothes, and yells an insult about the baby’s birthmark. She responds with a well-deserved and well-delivered FU.

They make up and the next day take the baby for a stroll in the park. While Danny is getting them some hot dogs, Teresa notices two mimes having a loud argument, presumably over who is the most annoying. As it gets physical, she tries to break it up. They take a bow, quite pleased with themselves, as it was just a performance. Well, wait, they are mimes, after all. Why did their performance include talking? Anyhoo, it was a ruse to enable another mime to steal Teresa’s baby. No wonder people hate mimes.

Danny chases the mime, but the mime gets away despite dragging the stroller backward up stairs, then running with a baby in his arms, getting trapped in an invisible box, and then running against the wind. Waaaait a minute. Danny is laughing. That never happens around mimes. This was a scam on top of a ruse on top of a performance! And still somehow not very interesting.

Danny planned the whole thing in hopes that getting rid of the baby would bring some peace, tranquility, and nudity to their relationship. Instead, he finds that Teresa is distraught. He awkwardly begins cuddling with her and offers to help her make their own baby. She pushes him off the bed and shouts, “Don’t you understand? I don’t want you. I want my baby!”

Which brings us back to the opening scene where Danny is holding the woman’s baby. He says one baby is about like any other. He takes off with the baby hoping it will bring some peace to Teresa. Fortunately, he is caught and beaten bloody by some bloody good citizens. In the tussle, he sees the baby has a huge birthmark on his back.

Honestly, the twist is so weak that it didn’t even register as a twist for me. I just thought, “Hmmm, it’s the same baby.” It lacked any trace of the irony, the revenge, the come-uppance, or the random cosmic cruelty that even the most middling TFTC episode requires. This was just an utter nothing.

You’re probably thinking the same thing that I am – I waited 6 months for this?

Science Fiction Theater – The Throwback (09/24/56)

At yet another SFT generically named college, “Geneticist Anna Adler [1] is conducting a series of intensive experiments in an attempt to discover what specific hereditary traits are transmitted in animals.”

Two years ago, Dr. Adler discovered that her lab-rats were so sensitive to high-pitched sounds that they were driven into a frenzy.  “By careful breeding, the professor developed a pure strain of these mice.”  Now, eight generations later, she has bred vermin that react crazily to an ultrasonic whistle.  Congratulations for ending up where you started.  A government grant must have been involved.

Dr. Hughes tells her, “Congratulations, you’ve created an inherited characteristic!”  Well, didn’t the fact that it was enhanced by breeding mean that it was already an inherited characteristic?  Breed circumcised baby boys, then you’ll impress me.[2] No, seriously, [2] now.

Hughes has also made some breakthroughs in breeding with Dalmatians.  C’mon man, you know what I mean.  He has a pup that is constantly sniffing around the corner of her cage.  He says that is where the pup’s grandfather had his food dish; or maybe where he dragged his ass.  His conclusion is that she inherited that memory.

Dr. Adler says it is preposterous to think that memory can be transmitted through genes.  Dr. Hughes says this accounts for deja vu, although they were afraid to use that exotic word on TV in 1956.  She challenges him to find a family with 100 generations of written memories to test his theory.

A hot blonde walks in and busts them for quarreling as usual.  Frequent SFT viewers know that scientists on this series frequently have hot daughters, and often the daughters date their father’s proteges.  Although there have been many female scientists on this series, I think this is the first with the cliché daughter.  Dr. Adler says her daughter Marie disproves the genetic memory theory.  “Distinguished scientists on both sides of the family, and Marie has not one brain in her head.  How do you explain that?”  Marie says, “I’m a throwback to Aunt Elenora.  She didn’t have a brain in her head either”.

Anna goes to teach a class, and Marie invites Dr. Hughes to go to a fencing match with her.  Marie says Joe Castle is just as good a swordsman as his father, which is the plot of a video I just saw at Pornhub.  Hughes starts thinking maybe genetic memory has something to do with it.  After the exhibition, Castle’s father says his son is training for the Olympics despite only fencing for a year.  Hughes excitedly asks him, “How did you feel when you first picked up a foil?  Did you have any sensation of having fenced before?  Or dueled before?  Did you have a feeling the movement or stance or holding of the foil came instinctively?”  Joe says literally, “What, who, hunh?”

Marie tells him about Hughes’ genetic memory theory.  Fortuitously, Castle Sr’s hobby is genealogy.  Back at casa de Castle, the father shows Hughes paintings and scrapbooks going back to the 1300s.  They are so old, he used 23 and Thee to do the research.  Hughes notices that Giuseppe Castillo looks exactly like Joe Castle.  Not only that — and I am serious here — he takes it as a confirmation of his theory that Joe Castle’s name is the anglicized equivalent of Giuseppe Castillo.

Shockingly, Dr. Adler is skeptical.  Hughes angrily demands that she wake up and smell the coffee. [3]  “The almost identical facial structure — the chin, the nose, the eyes!  The enormous similarity in their personality!  Both men fearless to the point of recklessness!  The both of them rebels against social convention!  And both of them wonderful swordsmen!  Genes can carry memories!”  Well maybe memory could play a part in the fencing skills, but the rest of his tirade does nothing to support his hypothesis.

Hughes also makes a plausible point by observing that Giuseppe Castillo raced a horse called Esmeralda, and Joe Castle named his race car Esmeralda.  However, he squanders this bit of credibility by predicting Joe Castle’s death.  Giuseppe Castillo died after being thrown from his horse Esmeralda in a race when he was 22 years, 180 days old.  Joe is racing his car next week when he will be exactly that age.  This load of Esmeralda-manure gets Dr. Adler starting to believe in genetic memory even though it does not seem relevant at all.

Joe sits out the race.  When there is a crash in the race, all agree that is a sign that if Joe had been in the race, he would have been killed, but that it would have been great TV.

This one was painful to sit through.  The premise was Ludacris, and the ideas presented to support it were infantile.  Dr. Adler sports a heavy German accent.  She calls her own daughter out as a moron and the girl has no reaction.  Peter Hanson (Dr. Hughes) has an annoying style of shouting his lines when he is the least bit angry or excited.   Joe Castle is portrayed as a muscle-head boob, then at least sharp enough to race cars, and ultimately Hughes gives him a lab coat and recruits him onto the research team.

Just a mess.

Other Stuff:

  • [1] Oh, I get it.  She is named after Austrian psychologist Alfred Adler.  Or maybe famed acting coach Stella Adler.  No, definitely Alfred. [1a]
  • [1a] Cheap shot as usual; Virginia Christine had a huge career.
  • [2] I didn’t really want to go there, but couldn’t figure out how to describe how women could be bred to naturally have boob jobs.  I mean, they couldn’t be born that way.  It’s just creepy.
  • [3] Virginia Christine went on to appear in Folger’s Coffee commercials as Mrs. Olson for 21 years.