Lovely blonde Willa Sandleton is taking a shower when her husband enters the bathroom.  He asks his nekkid wife to not throw towels on the floor, and where do they keep the antacid.  From the looks of things, he’s seems to conveniently have a roll of Tums in his pocket right now. ^[1]

Luden Sandleton sits down to watch a promotional video about his soap company.  He says most companies use rendered animal parts that are full of acid to make their soap.  “Think about it, would you want the stuff that digests food in your stomach doing the same kind of thing to your face?  That’s why for the past 70 years, DermaSmooth has been all-natural.”

Willa enters and he tells her that soap sales are at an all-time low, and with the Occupy Wall Street generation being born, they won’t be getting any better.  The board seems to think it is because Willa’s artwork has gotten stale.  In a radical departure for TFTC, Night Gallery, and TV in general, the drawing she holds up is actually pretty good.  It reminds me of that old Poco album cover.^[2]  Typical of TV’s ineptitude, however, this fine hunk of art is supposed to be bad.  Anyhoo, she takes the criticism well, and immediately works on some new concepts for the shareholders meeting.

Unfortunately, Luden tells her the board decided to forego her more — er, controversial — work as well in favor of a graffiti artist.  BTW, preceding this was a bizarre scene of Willa appearing on a talk show.  On one hand, it was blatantly and jarringly shoe-horned in only to set up the name of the graffiti artist.  On the other hand, it was a shockingly tight little scene.  Graffiti guy has his moment and shows off his art, the host gives Willa about 15 seconds and hilariously does not show hers, this universe can apparently sustain a TV show about art running against The View, and the host is fabulously clueless and cruel about the mentally challenged artists in the next segment.  This could have been a big nothing that just set up the other artist’s name as a joke.  It gives me hope for TV that someone actually put some effort into this little scene.

But back to Willa and Luden.  When he gives her the bad news she gives him a 2-handed slap in the face.  Both cheeks at the same time — smack — and storms off, her heels clacking on the hardwood floor.  OK, it ain’t Shakespeare, but it’s pretty dang funny.  So, definitely not Shakespeare.

Willa tells Luden that if the board won’t use her design then she wants a divorce.  Her delivery is so over the top that I’m not sure if she is a terrible actress, or is one of the few that actually understands TFTC.  They have built up some good will, so I say Bravo! to her.  Her divorce case gets off to a rocky start as Luden has pictures of her fooling around with another man.

I feel compelled to offer a spoiler warning even though this next bit is not a major twist or unexpected plot point.  Willa picks up a DermaSmooth soap on a rope, spins it so fast it whistles, and clocks Luden right in the face with this massive brick of soap.  Then again and again.  It is fast, brutal and awesome.

Gratuitous, but I didn’t include the shower shots.

Willa takes Luden’s body to the soap company which fortunately has no guards and a drive-through manufacturing plant.  She tosses his body into a vat of soap and hits the START button.  In minutes, bars of DermaSmooth  roll out on a conveyor belt.  She takes a box back home with her.

She is still covered with Luden’s blood, so gets into the shower with one of the bars of soap that he is part of.  What happens next is also fun.  As she rubs the soap over her body, the acid begins to eat away at her, leaving her screaming in a goo of water, soap, and bloody skin.  The camera pans from her ravaged body, to some of her new artwork which is stylistically similar to her current condition.  Bravo on tying her art to her fate!

This was a great, fun episode.  Bruce Davison was fine as Luden and Cristi Conaway was outstanding as Willa.  The fact that her career in Hollywood only seems to have lasted another 5 years shows how little they know about what works.  This was an excellent showing of beauty, comedic-timing, understanding the material, and perfectly toned scenery-chewing.  And they made Julia Roberts the big star of the 90’s?

I am a 99.44% satisfied customer, but I must say that ending was a little sloppy, and not just the entrails.  C’mon, Luden’s body was about 2% of that vat of soap mix.  And even though a handy voice-over reminds that he said animals contain acid, they aren’t totally acid.  And the ending is muddled by his earlier question about the antacid in the beginning of the episode.  Are they suggesting that the acid from his upset stomach was enough to dissolve Willa?  That f***ing tummy-ache should have bled through his shirt like Roy Hobbs in The Natural. ^[3]

But none of that matters.  I don’t know if this episode and The Assassin are proof that all TFTC needs is a hot blonde as the killer to be a success, but it’s worth more testing.

Other Stuff:

• [1] See, because he isn’t jumping this babe.  I’m emasculating him by speculating on the size of his weiner.  Like the old “Are you happy to see me?” joke.  See, is that clear?
• [2] Designed by Phil Hartman, BTW.
• [3] I never understood that scene.  He had just been poisoned, but his gunshot wound was years earlier.  What caused the bleeding?
• Title Analysis:  I dig it.  And as usual Unca Cecil has the answer to a question I never considered . . . pure what?
• She thought this would sell soap? And I thought the guys at Gillette were boobs.