Twilight Zone – The Misfortune Cookie (01/03/86)

tzmisfortunecookie1Starring one of the top five worst actors ever to make a good living at it: Elliot Gould.

There is a TV on in the newspaper office where Gould works.  Even back in 1986, TV news was making the most of the medium’s miraculous ability to communicate and educate; in this case by broadcasting a review of a sandwich shop.

This incenses Gould who fancies himself a real journalist — he reviews restaurants.  We can tell he is a serious critic because, not only is he wearing an apron in the newsroom, he seems to have a little mini-kitchen and wine-rack in his cubicle.

The report continues on to rave about Mr. Lee’s Chinese Cuisine.  For reasons unknown, Gould decides to ruin the restaurant with a terrible review.  He types a terrible — in more ways than one — headline, then admits to his co-worker that he has never actually been there.  Thank God journalists had evolved past this kind of elite tunnel-vision, bias and arrogant presumption before the 2016 elections.

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Gould is such a great journalist, he can use a keyboard without a screen.

To preserve the facade of his journalistic integrity, Gould goes to Mr. Lee’s for dinner the next day.  He orders several dishes which are beautiful and still steaming on his table when he asks for the check. Mr. Lee is an honorable man.  He says he can’t accept money for a meal that was not enjoyed.  He brings Gould a “very special fortune cookie.”  It reads, “A grand reward awaits you just around the corner”. Moments later he inadvertently causes a thief to drop a bag of diamonds and gets a reward.

He goes back to the restaurant the next morning — the morning his scathing review runs in the paper.  Mr. Lee says, “You are the man who wrote all those bad things about Mr. Lee in newspaper” because Chinese people don’t understand pronouns or articles.  He promises to write a great follow-up review, then orders another meal and fortune cookie. Again, he skips the meal and goes straight to the fortune cookie which reads, “April arrives today, brings romance.”  Just after leaving, he meets a woman named April and I don’t even want to imagine what happens later.

tzmisfortunecookie3They go on a date to Mr. Lee’s Chinese Cuisine.  April chaus down, but Gould waits for the fortune cookie.  It’s not really worth the wait as it reads, “You’re going to die.”  He calls Mr. Lee out of the kitchen.  Lee says you get the fortune you deserve.  Gould storms out, but after a few steps all those skipped meals catch up with him.  He is acutely, ravishingly starving.

He looks down the street and all of the restaurants are Chinese.  He enters one and begins stuffing his face.  Two seconds later he is hungry again.  He eats and eats and eats but is never satisfied.  The marching Chinese bring dish after dish to his table. Yada yada, he’s dead and in hell — but one of those TZ hells where you get too much of a good thing.  He is sentenced to having Chinese food brought to him, which is a deal a lot of Chinese people would take.

Gould was surprisingly good in this.  Most weeks this segment might have grated a little bit.  The first two segments in this episode built up considerable goodwill, though.  It would just be churlish to point out he was damned to hell for a fake news story.  Even Brian Williams got another chance.

I rate it #18.

tzmisfortunecookie4Post-Post:

  • Classic TZ Roots:  A Nice Place to Visit also had a very hospitable hell.
  • Trivia:  Note in the beginning when Gould’s co-worker says the word “exposes” something flies out of his mouth.  Note also that when Gould begins typing his review, he has a keyboard, but no screen.
  • Gould’s tombstone at the end charitably trims 10 years off his age.
  • The ending narration says he is a man “for whom the phrase Dim Sum is not merely a description, but a damnation.”  I have no idea what they were going for there.

Twilight Zone – The Little People of Killany Woods (01/03/86)

tzlittlepeople1Liam O’Shaughnessy (hereafter known as Liam unless I CTL-H his ass) comes running into O’Kelly’s Pub. He is excited that the good lord has seen fit for him to bear witness to the titular Little People in Killany Forest. As Liam’s portrayer is 5’2″ Hamilton Camp, they must be some wee peeps indeed.

He was in the forest and saw a strange glow.  He discovered the fabled Little People, not over 3 feet tall, working “like cockroaches” under a giant mushroom.  He waxes on and on until Mike O’Mulvaney lives my dream, tells the Clavinesque patron to shut the hell up, and tosses him out the door.

His friend Eddie helps him up.  Liam says he still has his pride and walks off “to the only real friends I got.”  I guess he is referring to the Little People who he never saw before today, and who he just called cockroaches.  Mike sees him stop by O’Dell’s Hardware. After Liam leaves with a box, Mike visits O’Dell and bullies him into revealing Liam bought a bunch of building supplies and paid with a strange triangular gold coin.

Mike continues his search for Liam.  He first goes to the rooming house here Liam lives. Mrs. O’Finnegan tells him Liam said, “They was waiting” and gave her a triangular gold coin and slipped out the back door.

tzlittlepeople2Mike has just been an obnoxious jerk up until now.  He has been stalking Liam and spoke to his contacts menacingly.  Finding out Liam has a pocket full of gold, however, turns him into a full-fledged gangster.  He finds Liam in the woods and like a cartoon villain somehow gets ahead of him.  He confronts Liam with a big stick and demands payment of his debt,  Liam says the money is not his, he’s just shopping for the Little People.  He gives Mike a triangular coin anyhoo, but Mike wants it all.

Liam warns him, “the gold don’t last for those the Little People don’t like” and hands it over.  He is able to knock Mike aside and take off running.  Liam jumps over a fallen tree into a brightly lit area.  Mike leaps over the fallen tree, and I just can’t reveal what happens next.  Suffice it to say, TZ is on a roll this week.  Some of the segment was iffy, but it fully redeemed itself.

Good stuff.

I see the next segment contains one of the worst actors in the world, however, I am actually optimistic.

Post-Post:

  • Written and directed by J.D. Feigelson.  He had previously adapted The Burning Man, and also wrote the TV cult classic Dark Night of the Scarecrow.  Sadly, he seems to be out of the business, or in a real dry spell.

Twilight Zone – Still Life (01/03/86)

tzstilllife1Becky sent husband Daniel to buy a new brass bed, but he has returned with a steamer trunk that even one of them couldn’t fit in.  He has purchased some antique photo-graphic gear which, however, might also be useful in the bedroom . . . wink wink, nudge nudge.  He examines the camera housing and the lens, but notes that that glass plates are broken.  The episode opened with Becky noticing a chip in a wine glass.  Connection — none that I can see.

Daniel assures her that it isn’t just the camera debris; the trunk itself is perfect for the restoration of their house.  He finds that the trunk has a false bottom.  In the secret compartment, there is a Kodak 100, the first camera to use roll film.  Dan notices that there is still film in the camera.  Becky says, “I have a feeling the hedge isn’t going to get trimmed this afternoon” which sounds dirty even if it’s not.

tzstilllife3Daniel develops the pictures.  The first one helpfully is a title card which states that the pictures were taken during a 1913 National Geographic expedition to the Amazon.  The pictures are of the Curucai Indians [1].  Becky is also amazed by the photos.  They want to show them to their old friend Alex, but it is almost midnight; so they kiss and go upstairs to trim the hedges.

The next day, after Daniel leaves to run some errands, Becky hears strange noises.  She had been chopping vegetables, so takes the knife with her to investigate.  Meanwhile, Daniel is talking to Alex who is literally an old friend.  Daniel describes the photos, but Alex says he was actually on that expedition and there can be no photos. The Curucai believed that to take their picture was to steal their souls.  They broke the scientist’s cameras and drove them out of the village.

Turns out the photographer had given his life to save this last batch of photos.  Daniel pulls them out to show Alex.  However, now there are no Indians in the pictures.  Daniel races back home and searches the house until he spots an Indian behind their ficus. As he runs, the house is booby-trapped [2] with forks, knives and broken glass.

tzstilllife5There is no point in giving a play-by-play.  Daniel continues searching for his wife.  Their pet parrots have been let out of their prison, so lend an air of wilderness as they make startling appearances.  The Curucai use a sound like the wind to communicate which is also unsettling.

As he is attacked, just like fellow photographer Jeff Jeffries, Daniel grabs a camera as a weapon. When he photographs the Indian, his soul is sucked back onto film.  So he stalks the Indians like a Gawker photographer, except he has a job.  He photographs all of them back into his camera until the last [3].  He has squandered his ammo by taking multiple shots. Becky saves the day with her Kodak Instamatic.

Like Shadowman, this is an episode that shows what TZ is capable of.  It isn’t like the old TZ, but it has an interesting concept, and follows up with some chills and suspense. There are minor quibbles to make, but my only real criticism is the score.  During the episode it is fine, but why bookend it with sappy, sentimental Lifetime movie music?  I suppose it is supposed to be a counterpoint to the darker middle scenes, but it just reminds me of how mushy many of the new TZ episodes are.

tzstilllife6I rate it 32 out of 35 mm.

Post-Post:

  • [1] The Curucai seem to be a fictional tribe.
  • [2] Hehe, booby.
  • [3] The last Indian was covered in dark make-up except for his shoulders and feet.  Was that a tribal thing?  Or a no-people-of-color-in-the-stunt-man’s-union thing?
  • Alex and Daniel were played by father and son, John and Robert Carradine.
  • This was John Carradine’s last TV appearance.

One, Two, Three – Paul Cain (1933)

Great, a story told in 1st person so I will never know who the speaker is unless he talks in front of a mirror.  When in Rome, IL . . .

I was trailing a man named Healey.  He had slipped out of Chicago two hours ahead of me and headed for Los Angeles.  Gard, an op from another agency, mentioned that Healey had been seen in Caliente, Nevada.  I mistakenly went to see Frank Caliendo in Las Vegas, then after the show headed to Caliente.  Healey was in the second place I looked; the first being all the places he wasn’t.

He was in a small-time poker game.  During a break he bought cocktails for the rubes at his table, while having lemonade himself.  I asked if he knew a bookie from back east named Lonnie that I knew he knew but he didn’t know that I knew.  We became thick as pudgy thieves, even though only one of us was; a thief I mean.  Frankly, both of us could lose a few pounds.   Healey had ripped off a railroad for $150k and nearly been busted when he tried to put a hotel on it.

That night, Healey came to my room.  He needed to get out of town quick before the missus caught up with him again.  There was a deal with blackmail and also a deal with a white male who claimed to be her brother.  Healey was just in Nevada to get a quickie divorce at the Elvis Divorce Chapel & Muffler Shop.  I agreed to drive him back to Los Angeles.  He had no luggage, like many boobs leaving NV with just the shirt on his back.

While I was waiting for him in the car, I heard 5 shots from the hotel.  Like a dope, I went back in.  Upstairs, I found Healey dead of gunshot wounds and his wife stabbed to death with a pistol in her mitts.  Witnesses had seen Healey picking his teeth with the knife at the 24 hour buffet.  Among the missing:  $150k, less some chump-change in the chump’s pocket.

My guess was that Healey had gone upstairs to knock off his wife, using me as the getaway driver.  Her alleged brother must have interrupted, shooting Healey in the back after he had stabbed the woman.  Now he had looted the loot.  This seemed plausible until Gard told me the dead woman was not Healey’s wife.

Gard and I paid a visit to the real Mrs. Healey.  She was a hot dame with snappy gams, a real pip.  She seemed genuinely distraught at Healey’s murder.  She had been hoping they could patch things up.  Plans had already been made to ship her husband’s dead body back home to Detroit where it would not be noticed.

Back at my hotel, I got a wire from Chicago.  The dead woman was a contortionist extortionist who worked with her husband Arthur Raines, who pretended to be her brother for 23 hours and 58 minutes each day.  Her fake brother’s real brother William Raines was listed as a contact — and I’m assuming it is his brother — this is 1933, for God’s sake.

I staked out casa de Raines until I saw a man I assumed to be him get in a cab.  We followed the cab until the driver looked back and our eyes met.  I had seen him at the scene of the crime!  Then he took off, leaving us in the dust.  I cursed and embarrassed myself in front of the cab driver — dammit why do they all speak English!

Thinking about taking a train back to New York, I drove by Mrs. Healey’s apartment one last time.  I spotted a blue Chrysler out front that I had seen in Nevada.  I slipped the spick elevator boy a buck, and went up — er, I hope no one reads this in 84 years [ed:  probably close to the truth].  I could hear through the door that the man and Mrs. Healey were talking, but why would they be together?  Hearing a scream, I busted in.

Mrs. Healey — and by this point, I really wish I had gotten her first name — was up against a wall as two men wrestled on the floor.  Arthur Raines and my pal Gard were fighting for a gun.  I was able to easily pick up the gun and conk Raines on the noggin. Then Gard conked me.  Then Mrs. Healey conked Gard.  The titular One, Two, Three.

When we all regained consciousness, Raines explained the whole complex story.  My head was still pounding; mostly from hearing the whole complex story.  Mrs. Healey fled to New Zealand and wisely bought property in The Shire.

I found out the next day I had a concussion and was kept in the hospital for 9 days until they realized there was no such thing as HooverCare.  The whole Healey ordeal cost me about a grand.

While I enjoyed this story, I’m not sure I enjoyed it so much that facing another 1,125 pages isn’t scaring me.

Post-Post:

  • First published in Black Mask in May 1933.
  • Also that month:  the Loch Ness Monster was first spotted.  Possibly related, this was 2 months after Prohibition ended . . . well, 4,000 miles away.  But the Scots were probably loaded anyway. [pffft – various accounts suggest other dates]
  • Written by Paul Cain.
  • No wait, that was a pseudonym for Peter Ruric.
  • Not so fast, that was a nom de plume used by George Carrol Sims because he had a girl name; no, I mean George.

Science Fiction Theatre – Spider, Inc. (05/28/55)

sftspider1We are told Joe Ferguson drives his wife crazy by spending most of his time downstairs; no, in his basement lab.  Ellie Ferguson arrives home in a great mood because she just learned she is pregnant.  She tries to tell Joe, but he is oblivious, staring into his microscope and talking about his great discovery.  She tells him he is so wrapped up in his work that he doesn’t know she is alive.  This being 1955 TV, I assume her husband knew her a couple of months ago — as opposed to, say, the milkman, TV repairman, or some other extinct species.  I guess today, they would be the delivery guy from Whole Foods or someone from Geek Squad; but are they really threats?

To be fair, when he realizes what she is yammering on about, he is elated.  Ellie brings him down when she mentions this will be a big responsibility, require money, and reminds him they are in debt.  Every time Ellie balances the budget, Joe finds another geologic specimen or scientific instrument to buy.  He decides to sell his microscope for $500.  If I can think of a Gift of the Magi reference by the end of the episode, I’ll be happy. [1]

While in the store, another item catches his eye — a piece of fossilized amber with a spider caught in it.  It has a $1,500 price tag, so Joe talks the clerk into letting him borrow it.  He says, “It has the potential to open up a whole new world for us.”  Yeah, Jurassic World.

sftspider2His buddy Frank identifies the creature as a wolf spider, maybe 100 million years old.  He says the amber is Joe’s area of expertise.  Although, as a geologist, I’m not sure how tree sweat falls in his bailiwick.  Maybe in the Petrified Forest.

Joe says his interest in the item is because his company is working on a new synthetic oil substitute.  Joe explains that in 1955, “The dwindling oil supply has become one of the greatest problems of our age.”  And Al Gore wonders why there are skeptics of anthropogenic global warming.  Joe believes the specimen can provide answers about how oil is created.

Ellie overhears this.  Then Joe inexplicably tells her he paid $1,500 for the specimen which is not even true.  He borrowed the item and left a $450 deposit — this guy makes his own trouble.  She says, “I’m not interested in Mother Nature — I’m interested in Mother Ferguson!”  Good one Ellie!  Sadly, this nice zinger is followed by some really hokey dialogue and Ellie runs from the room accompanied by the God-awful, overbearing SFT score.

sftspider3That night, the store-owner who sold him the rock drops by the house.  He has a buyer for the amber and wants to get it back from Joe.  He returns the money Joe put down, and Ellie gives him the specimen from the lab. When Joe gets home that night, he finds Ellie having tea with the store-owner and some other creditors. They’ve decided they will all be partners in Joe’s research venture which they have named Spider, Inc.

They all go down to the lab at his job to see his latest experiment.  The company president, who had earlier dismissed his ideas, walks in.  Joe tells him he believes a bubble in the amber could provide a sample of the earth’s atmosphere 50 million years ago.  Looking at the results, Joe believes he can use electricity as a catalyst to make oil much more quickly.  It works — he invented synthetic oil!  I expect a lot of lawsuits between Spider, Inc. and the oil company whose lab Joe used for the experiment.

What I was really left with from this episode was how Joe is getting screwed.  His employer would not buy him the proper equipment, and the President had written him off as a loon.  But as soon as there are billions of petro-dollars to be made, el Presidente pops in to collect his Soprano-esque piece of the action.

Similarly, Joe’s wife has traded debts on the refrigerator and sofa for partnerships in a company that will be worth billions.

And finally, Joe had Jurrassic Park in his hand and didn’t go for it.  Or rather, the writer didn’t go for it.  I’m sure insta-oil seemed amazing in 1955.  But DNA had been discovered, and tadpoles had been cloned 2 years earlier.  The lack of vision in this series is Amazing, Astounding, and Weird.

Another artless piece of dreck from SFT.  I rate it 2 legs.

Post-Post:

  • [1] I’m not happy.
  • Gene Barry (Joe Ferguson) was in War of the Worlds both 3 years earlier and 50 years later.