A Pinch of Snuff – Eric Taylor (1929)

Well this is a grim pinch of business.  After the breezy Perfect Crime, I was not expecting this.

Apparently Montreal had a seedy underbelly in 1922.  Since it is specified as “to the east”, Montreal must be lying on its side. [1]  In a single-room apartment, a family of five is sweltering despite it snowing outside.  I don’t know, crack a window maybe?  Did that technology not exist in 1922?

Paterfamilias Armand is chugging a beer, taking stock of his life and wanting to sell short.  He sees his “youngest brat”, who they can’t afford to name, has run out of milk the same time he ran out of gin.  He sees his wife Gabrielle “bony, hollow-chested with bent shoulders, reproachful eyes, and mute lips — a hag at 30.”  Daughter Irene, diagnosed as undernourished, is looking for crumbs in an empty breadbox.  Maybe he keeps the window shut to avoid being tempted to jump.

At 9 pm, Armand grabs his jacket and leaves.  He is going to rob the “wholesale provision warehouse.”  He is so poor that he has to “beg an empty sack” from the corner grocery store to carry the loot in.  Not only does this dolt instantly provide a direct evidence trail back to the clerk who can identify him — please, career criminals, for the sake of the environment, get a reusable bag.

Armand is not the first person to hit this warehouse so a patrolman spots him immediately.  Armand takes off running.  The officer pursues him, and shoots him in the leg.  Despite this injury, the cop is unable to catch up to him before he arrives back home 20 minutes later.  He collapses in the arms of his crying wife.  Finally the cop arrives and trips over a gin bottle.  Armand tries to choke him, but is interrupted by what seems to be a gas explosion.

The passage is so clumsily written, I’m not sure what happened.  There did not seem to be much damage, but it was enough to finish off Armand.  Gabrielle “crossed the floor to her man . . . and stood above him.”  So I guess she is OK.  No, wait, “she clutches her chest” and keels over dead, I guess with a heart attack.  A policeman carries out Armand’s two baby daughters, but Irene just slips away into the crowd

Irene manages to walk a few miles and “that night she fell in with a crippled beggar.”  Wow, that is doubly un-PC; lucky he was white or the description could have taken a really ugly turn.  Irene tells him her story.  Rather than, say, calling Child Protective Services, the man tells his own amusing anecdote to the child.  He had stolen some loot.  Running from the police, he fell on the train tracks where his legs were sliced off by a freight train.  Sadly this did not happen in the US where he could have sued for millions.  The bum offers to kill the cop who shot her father.  She says if he will find the name, she will kill him herself.

Irene hangs out with the legless homeless man for 3 years until she is 16 because who wouldn’t?  He taught her all manner of crime — shoplifting, purse-snatching, burglary — though her education is woefully deficient in the art of quick getaways.  And he gave her the name of the cop who shot her father — Jean Duret.  After the beggar’s death, she put together a gang and established a headquarters at the abandoned snuff factory.

One day, a friend of her fence shows up looking for a place to hide out.  Irene feels obligated to take him in.  Once he commits a murder, however, her hospitality wanes.  She goes to the crime scene and leaves a clue that will lead Detective Duret — her father’s killer — to the snuff factory.

Her plan gets bollixed up in a way that would make a pretty good movie.  There is even sort of a happy ending.

Although it started out depressing and grim, after Armand’s death, it got a lot more fun.

Footnotes:

  • [1] This made sense at 3 am.
  • First published in the June 1929 issue of Black Mask.

Outer Limits – Phobos Rising (12/04/98)

At the Free Alliance Base on Mars, some space flunkies are loading tri-radium and nearly drop a canister.  That would be, as they say, bad.  A teaspoon of the stuff can power a ship to earth and back, or vaporize the ship if dropped.

Major Dara Talif belongs to a rival faction.  It seems to be some sort of exchange program that has put her on this base.  This is A-OK with Major Bowen who flirts relentlessly with her.  Their witty banter is interrupted by a message from earth.  Peace talks have broken down between the Free Alliance and the Coalition.  Both sides accuse the other of making a tri-radium bomb.  Bowen’s and Colonel Samantha Elliot’s mission, if they decide to accept it, is to see if any tri-radium is missing from Mars.  They find the missing tri-radium very quickly when they see the freakin’ Earth suddenly and completely engulfed in flames.

Elliot can’t reach anyone on earth, but it might be because she uses Sprint.  Bowen ludacrisly suggests maybe a local radiation leak gave the illusion of earth exploding.  Elliot says they must assume the Coalition launched a pre-emptive strike that destroyed the earth.  Wait, why would they do that?  Doesn’t the Coalition also come from earth?  Major Talif is Chinese.  Unless this show is reaalllly racist, she ain’t no alien.

Like the Alliance, the Coalition [1] has a Mars base.  If they see any signs the Coalition is behind the destruction, Elliot intends to destroy them.  She makes an astute deduction that the Coalition attacked the earth — if it had been the Alliance, she believes she would have been warned.  Also, the Coalition has a history of sneak attacks on a Moonbase and on Sagan-5.  Wait, where?  Humanity seems to have only made it as far as Mars.  WTF is Sagan-5? [2]

The rest is just an exercise; but I keep telling myself exercise is good.  Yeah, there are red herrings, explosions, drones.  But nothing really seems to matter.  The set-up is in place for a great suspenseful episode like Trial by Fire, but they just can’t put the pieces together.

The last half is just ploddingly going through the motions.  And if that is the best you can do with 1) the earth being destroyed, 2) the only survivors stuck on Mars,  3) paranoid rival factions that could destroy the remaining humans,  4) rogue drones, 5) a military coup, and 6) a rival maybe-spy embedded in your camp . . . just give up.

The production design, performances and script were fine.  I felt like the scoring and direction just didn’t build suspense or a sense of urgency.  Meh.

Other Stuff:

  • [1] Their full name is The Coalition of Middle-Eastern and Pacific States.  It is beautiful that the Alliance refers to their camp, CMPS on the radar, as the Chumps.  Bravo!
  • [2] This is a two-fer for them.  They get to use the old Star Trek trick of establishing credibility by dropping an alien name into our history (“remember Napoleon, Hitler . . . and Parnu of Sirius IV”), plus name-checking Carl Sagan.
  • Dara Talif has got to be a reference to Dejah Thoris. However, this would imply that she has more of a claim to Mars which is not implied or true.
  • The only IMDb credit for writer Garth Wilson.  But that’s one more than you have.

Science Fiction Theatre – Postcard from Barcelona (11/19/55)

“The Crenshaw Foundation has at its disposal millions dollars to be spent in projects involving the arts, science and the humanities.”  In other words, everything.  Focus, people!  Did we learn nothing from Sears?

Dr. Cole receives a phone-call and sends for Dr. Burton.  He tells Dr. Burton that Dr. Keller has died.  Burton says each age gets only one such genius:  “Aristotle, Darwin, Newton . . . Keller.”  Does he think they came in that order?  Cole wants to be sure none of his work is lost.  He sends Burton to casa de Keller to catalog his papers.

The next day, Burton goes to Keller’s house.  Keller’s “lifelong servant and companion” Thatcher shows Burton to the secret laboratory.  Burton is intrigued by an electronic telescope.  Keller had used it to take pictures of celestial bodies more detailed than any before, especially the blonde in 2G.  Burton figures it is 200x more powerful than any telescope in existence.

A woman storms in and begins nagging Burton immediately.  He asks who she is and she replies, “I’m Nina Keller, daughter of Dr. Charles Keller and everything here belongs to me.”  Burton says Keller didn’t have any children.  When she insists on taking Keller’s papers, Burton physically removes her from the lab.  Even Thatcher was unaware of the daughter.

Burton finds a postcard from Barcelona with the idiotic equation PQ – QP = 1H4 .  Oooh oooh, I got this one!  H = 0!  Thatcher also is clueless on who Keller knew in Barcelona.  Nina comes back the next day with Sheriff Olson who has a warrant for Burton’s arrest.  The next day, Burton returns to the Institute where they determine that Keller really does have a daughter, and she had the legal right, if not upper body strength, to throw Burton out of the house.

Burton says the real find is the pictures Keller took through his prototype telescope.  He has found pictures of an asteroid heading toward earth.  Of more concern to me is that giant spear zooming our way.  Burton shows Cole the postcard.  He recognizes PQ – QP = 1H4  as Keller’s Sub-Quantum Theory of the Universe. [1]  The postcard is suspiciously dated 1 year before Keller announced his KSQ breakthrough to the world.

Keller’s reputation takes another hit, as does the series’, when a 2nd postcard from Barcelona is found with another formula as the only message.  Cole reads the formula, “NA2CC8CC” and Burton translates it as  “Sodio Ethylene Dibroxide, the new miracle drug!”  Or did he say “the numerical drug” because this is more anti-science bullshit. [2]  This postcard is also dated a year before Keller announced a big discovery.  Cole wonders aloud if it could be possible that someone smarter than Keller lives in Barcelona . . . the racist!

The narrator says, “The already strange life of Dr. Keller had became an enigma wrapped in a mystery to Dr. Cole.”  Wow, those are some appropriatin’ MFers over at the Crenshaw Institute — this is 2/3s of Winston Churchill’s description of Russia.  Burton and Cole offer to help Nina sell the life story of her father in exchange for the rights to all discoveries in his house.  Hmmm, let me mull this over:

  • Cole and Burton want to act as negotiators; a skill there is no evidence that they have any experience in or aptitude for.
  • They will be dealing with the publishing industry, having never written anything other than a peer-reviewed article.
  • Cole says a publisher has already offered $300,000 for the rights without their help.  That’s $3M in today’s moolah for the story of an unknown science geek.
  • Burton demonstrates his lack of negotiation prowess by saying that in exchange for doing nothing, risking nothing, and sacrificing nothing, “We retain the rights to any inventions we might discover in your father’s papers.  That includes an electronic telescope which is the finest instrument of its kind!”

I guess Nina accepts their Ludcris offer because they are working for the next 3 days on the electronic telescope to learn more about the asteroid.  They finally locate it, but discover it is not an asteroid.  Cole says it is a “man-made” object; although I think he just means it was fabricated, rather than occurring naturally.  “Man-made” includes aliens; just not alien women.  Suddenly, they lose sight of the object and get a message on the radio:  Say nothing until you hear from Barcelona.

A few days later, a postcard arrives from Barcelona.  The only message is a block of ones and zeroes.  Cole recognizes it as “the language of cybernetics”.  Burton feeds the 1s and 0s into an electronic calculator.  The message is translated as

 Dear friend, this message from Barcelona comes to you through an intermediary from another world system.  We established this space platform 1,500 miles above the earth to observe and study your planet.  Dr. Keller discovered ours secret, but he agreed not to reveal it to the rest of the world.  He realized that this knowledge might throw the world into a panic and a guided missile might be fired upon us.  He tested our goodwill and we have given him information periodically that was vital to your scientific development and helped your world.

This is just absurd.  He read more words than there even were characters on that card.  It’s just not possible, even if — oh Christ, he’s not finished . . .

We make you the same offer.  Do not reveal our existence and in 3 months time you shall receive a staggering new scientific concept that will benefit the population of earth.

Burton says Keller was an even better man than they knew.  Well, he did sign his name to these great discoveries, but I guess the valor was in keeping the real source a secret.  Also, he was doing this work for a charitable foundation rather than pocketing the rewards personally.

Not much here, but at least it did have a story and a mystery.  Sadly, the cast did not help.  Walter Kingsford was fine and credible as Dr. Cole.  Christine Larson was angrier than seemed necessary, but that might have been due to weakness in the screenplay.  The killer was Burton.  His line deliveries were maybe the dullest, flattest, most wooden acting I have seen in years (and I just saw Gabriel Byrne in Hereditary!).  His performance truly must be seen to be appreciated.

Other Stuff:

  • [1] OK, they didn’t have to cover a blackboard like Good Will Hunting, but did no one recognize the absurdity of this formula?  Obviously the Commutative Property reduces the left side of the formula to nothing.  The 1 on the right aide is completely unnecessary.  This is basic stuff.  Maybe I’m wrong, maybe people aren’t getting dumber every generation.  Naaaaaah.
  • [2] Congratulations to the producers on getting NA right for Sodium (close enough to Na) — but why does Burton pronounce it as Sodio?  Ethylene exists, but not with that formula, although Cs and Hs are involved.  Maybe Cole says H instead of 8, but it would still be wrong (but better than C11 being written as CC8CC).  And surely one of those Cs must be Carbon; or the speed of light.  Dibroxide, I got nuthin, but there is an Ethylene Dibromide.
  • The simplicity of E = MCalways intrigued me.  Can it be true that a concept so huge reduces down to something so simple?  Just seems like a cover-up by Big Physics.
  • PQ – QP = QPQPQ

Alfred Hitchcock Presents – Mother, May I Go Out to Swim? (04/10/60)

At a coroner’s inquest, 29 year old John Crane, is recalling the first time he went away without his mother . . .

Mom, laughing:  You call this packing?  You really are hopeless.

John: Maybe it’s my artistic temperament.  Remember how mad that expression used to make dad?

William Shatner is playing this somewhat effeminately.  Are they trying to say something here?  Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

He laments that his sister’s sick kid will prevent his mother from joining him on a vacation to Vermont.  He fixes a cocktail with the ice they have “left out from last night.”  He assures her she is not old as he puts his arms around her, nuzzles and kisses her neck.  Not that there’s . . . OK this is a little creepy. [1]

John puts on his big-boy pants and goes to Vermont where Mom will join him later.  On his 3rd day there, he meets Lottie in the gift shop.  He asks her for “3 or 4 rolls” of film.  This is the flimsiest of nit-picks, but why would it be scripted for him to ask for 3 or 4 rolls of film?  It’s not like asking the butcher for about a pound of turkey.  Rolls of film are clearly discrete, easily countable items.  Also, what is film?

She also shows him some slides of the area. [2]  Shots of a near-by waterfall catch his eye.  Lottie offers to take him to the location so he can take his own pictures.  They take the long hike there and John mentions it was rough on his bad leg which was damaged by polio when he was a child.  Lottie likes the spot because it is so beautiful; not like war-time Germany where she grew up.

John says he can’t wait for Lottie to meet his mother who will be coming soon.  He describes her as “so young and gay and pretty” — his mother, not Lottie.  They are having a great time, but John says he must get back to his room.  His mother calls him every night at 9:00.

The next night, Lottie and John are in the hotel dining room.  It has closed, but she is asking him to dance with her.  He uses the old I-had-polio excuse which that buttinski Jonas Salk ruined for all guys.  She convinces him to try, and it is a pretty nice moment.  He quickly but effortlessly becomes more agile, and they smoothly move closer together as they dance.  Then they even kiss.

They go back out to the waterfall and John begins talking about marriage.  He says he has never been in love like this before.  Things are heating up when suddenly he realizes he missed his mother’s nightly call 2 hours ago.  He panics, “I’ve missed Claire’s call!” He wants to bolt back to his room, but Lottie’s lips convince him to stay.

He does end up returning to his room . . . alone.  He grabs the phone, but is surprised when his mother walks into the room.  He throws his arms around her.  “Claire, darling!  What a wonderful surprise!”

The next morning at breakfast, his mother says, “I’ll have to thank Miss Rank (Lottie) for keeping you amused until I got here.”  While John goes to the train station to get the rest of his mother’s luggage, Mom goes to check out Lottie in the gift shop.  Mom is an undercover shopper and says she is looking for a gift for a man.  She dismisses Lottie’s first suggestion as gaudy.  Then she nails her for not yet being a citizen, and hints she might try to trap a man to fast-track citizenship.  “That’s the way most European girls manage it, isn’t it?”  She comments on the lack of anything tasteful in the shop and leaves. [3]

Left to Right: Lottie, worlds biggest cash register, John

John and his mother are later waiting for Lottie in the dining room.  There is tension when Lottie sees that the crabby old woman from the shop is John’s mother.  Mom gives a non-apology and thanks Lottie for looking after John until she arrived.  Mom says she won’t get in the way of the young couple.  It seems misplayed that this what finally causes Lottie to leave.  Even though it was passive-aggressive bullshit, it was actually the most decent thing Mom said since she arrived.  Naturally, John stays with his mother rather than going after Lottie.

Lottie and John go back to the waterfall that evening.  He accuses her, “You don’t like my mother, do you?”  She neither hems nor haws, “No.”  John is baffled how Lottie could not love his dear mother.  She says, “How little you know about women, John.”  She says she understands the situation now, and starts naming off the issues:

  1. The telephone calls every night.
  2. The number of times her name is used in conversation.
  3. The fact that she joined you here.
  4. That you still live with her.
  5. “When I saw you together, I knew there was no chance for me.”

She doesn’t mention the creepy idea of him calling his mother Claire (or darling).  There is another little misstep when money is introduced in the conversation.  Lottie learns that all the family assets are in Mom’s name.  She says John will never be free until she dies and he inherits the loot.  I get that this is to put the idea of killing Mom on the table, but bringing up money just undermines the the whole Buster Bluth dynamic.

A couple of nice scenes follow.  John is literally sitting at his mother’s feet as she continues passively-aggressively chewing the scenery.  It really is good, cringe-worthy stuff.  She even gets to use Lottie’s same line to John, “How little you know of women!”  He then meets Lottie later in the dining room.  She insists that John tell Mom immediately of their marriage plans.  She even suggests they do it together at the waterfall.  John says in narration that he knew what Lottie had in mind, but it seems like a non-sequitur.

The three of them arrive at the waterfall.  Lottie and Mom go to the edge to look at it.  Seeing the two women leaning over the edge, John limps over and gives one of them a push (really more of a hammy punch in the back).  The shot that follows is so brutally comic that it is surprising it made it onto TV.  We see a lengthy shot of a body falling down the cliff, hitting every rock on the way down like Homer Simpson at Springfield Gorge.  There is an effort at suspense as the two women were dressed in white, similar to each other.  Not, however, similar to the dummy that went over the cliff wearing a darker top.  But c’mon, this is AHP; who do you think it’s going to be?

We return to the coroner’s inquest where the death is ruled an accident.  John seems a little dazed as he asks his mother, “Can we go home now?”  He seems debilitated, and not just in the leg.

Jessie Royce Landis (Mom) was so perfect that you wonder if she was acting.  The script and her delivery were just a feast of attitude and elbows.  With Shatner, as you would expect, it is an affected performance.  But is it due to his youth (6 years pre Star Trek)?  Or playing a momma’s-boy?  Or just his usual Shatnerisms?  It felt a little over-played, especially in the first scene.  Still, it worked for me.

More great stuff from AHP.

Other Stuff:

  • [1] They made sure to maximize the CQ (Creepiness Quotient) by casting an actress who was 35 years older than Shatner.  The usual mother-son spread in Hollywood is about 5-10 years.  In North by Northwest, she played Cary Grant’s mother despite being only 7 years older.
  • [2] I never got the appeal of slides.  You need to buy equipment to view them.  Instead of a small colorful photo, you get a washed-out blown-up version tainted by the color of whatever wall you point it at (unless you buy yet more equipment).  They are a pain to load into the viewer each time (unless you buy much, much more equipment).  Correction, I don’t get the appeal to the customer.  That’s why this guy is the best.
  • [3] John never tells his mother that Lottie works in the gift shop.  But I guess not every conversation is on-screen.
  • AHP Deathwatch:  The Shat — still with us, baby!  Sadly, Gia Scala (Lottie) OD’d at age 38.
  • Title Analysis:  No idea, so as always, I went to bare*bonez e-zine for their great source material and production details.

Twilight Zone – There Was an Old Woman (12/17/88)

Another There Was an Old Woman?  How come it’s never There Was a Young Hooters Waitress?

This episode was really a slog.  Rather than go through it in detail, I’ll just mention the one scene I will remember.  Author Hallie Parker calls the home of a sick boy she had befriended.  The boy’s mother has to tell Hallie that her little boy has just died.  The line reading is so bad that she might as well have been saying she burnt dinner.

It reminded me of another dead-son scene.  I always thought the line where Saavik tells Kirk his son was killed was just dreadfully delivered.  At least she had 2 excuses: 1) she was playing a Vulcan, and 2) people were going to dislike her anyway for not being Kirstie Alley.

Nothing else worth commenting on.

Other Stuff:

  • Classic TZ Connection:  Maybe a little too reminiscent of Changing of the Guard.  Both had a lead whose days were numbered (by retirement or suicidal thoughts).  Both lamented that they had no impact on the students they taught.  And both end up surrounded by ghost-kids.
  • Dang if I could make those clips start where I wanted.