It does not bode well that the story is set in history’s dullest era, Elizabethan England. The opening shot is a dull matte painting which dissolves into a dull soiree with formally dressed, jaded stiffs lounging about, just the kind of lethargic gathering that — hey boobies!
I guess this is more of a ho house. Dr. Jack — in an episode called “Ripper” — York seems particularly uncomfortable. He is reading a Jules Verne novel in the lobby rather than taking a girl upstairs. He is apparently a regular so is not bounced out for his impudence. No, I said impudence. One girl does catch his eye. When she leaves, Jack follows. He finds her nearby making out with another women, so naturally he watches them; as one does. Improbably, this is not the highpoint of his evening. A ghostly green snake-like entity bursts from the chest of the girl, and zooms down the throat of her lover. Jack runs.
Back at his house, his fiancee demands, “You must promise me that you will never go back to that place again.” But when he begins kissing her neck, she says, “Not until after we’re married!” Well, which is it, baby? If that is not bad enough, Jack is in a deep depression over a grievous error he made with a patient who died before her insurance had run out. Like Oscar Wilde, he has become addicted to Absinthe, and is getting no action from the ladies; but for different reasons.
The next day, he does take a girl upstairs. However, he notices a green slime around her mouth like the monster he saw earlier. Jack recoils even though he had not previously coiled. Wait, they were kissing, how did that slime suddenly appear on her mouth? They begin fighting, then Jack grabs his cane in which a knife is hidden. The woman tries to seduce him saying, “I’m old, Jack. Older than you. Older than London.” She might be an ancient spirit, but boy has she not learned what to say to a man. He stabs her in the gut just as the madam and some of her girls come in and witness the bloody attack. The girl runs outside to the alley where she snakes into another woman. So at least somebody’s getting some action.
Jack escapes and runs home. As he his polishing his shillelagh, his fiancee catches him. Awkward. She is furious that he missed a scheduled lunch with her mother. So his afternoon could have been even worse. It does go downhill, though, as Police Detective Langford shows up and arrests him.
The next day, his fiancee humiliates herself by saying Jack could not have killed the woman because they were fornicating at the time of the murder. I guess the eyewitness testimony of the five professional fornicators who saw the murder was less believable.
Well, then things get personal for Jack, then personal for his fiancee.
The production design was excellent. The settings and costumes seemed very authentic. The Britishness was further enhanced by Cary Elwes as Jack looking very much like Malcolm McDowell in Time after Time, and David Warner from the same film playing the Detective. Although, thank God the cast’s teeth were not era-appropriate. [1]
Maybe it was those darn British accents, but the performances in this episode were just incredible. Cary Elwes had to convey everything from ennui to insanity, and pulled it off magnificently. Clare Sims as his fiancee was equally excellent. Frances Fisher and David Warner are old hands and are as solid as ever. The alien was a little hammy at times, borderline Dr. Frankenfurteresque, but not a dealbreaker.
Overall, excellent.
Notes
- [1] Seriously, check out the trailer for They Shall Not Grow Old.
- It is goddam impossible to verbally ask Google to spell fiancee without getting a bio of Beyonce (if you just say the word, don’t phrase it as a question).
Truman Bradley reminds us that animals are smarter we think. He shows us a chimp named Terry operating a kind of typewriter. The li’l fella plunks keys that bring up cards stating [TERRY] [LIKE] [BANANAS]. Fortuitously, the machine does not include cards for [RIP OFF] or [FACE]. We also see a smart snake and brainy bugs.
Still, Davis is concerned that Carnaven has been irritable lately and has access to the nuclear button and the Kuerig machine. He brings in psychiatrist
Director Alfred Hitchcock gets things off to a frightful start as we get a close-up on the face of some uncredited sap in the dentist chair. There are instruments and swabs stuffed in her mouth, and the whir of the old-fashioned drill is spine-tingling. The real revulsion, however, comes in realizing this isn’t a real dentist. This is just a jerk actor cramming his mitts into some poor struggling actress’ mouth. My God, those fingers could have been anywhere!
Hmmm . . . this is starting to make sense now. Mrs. Bixby is played by Audrey Meadows from The Honeymooners. Clearly this episode is an hallucination of Alice Kramden. Alice is in the dentist’s chair, knocked out by Nitrous Oxide or perhaps her dentist had leftover salmon for lunch. She dreams of being married to her dentist, rather than a fat, surly bus driver. She is so immersed in this fantasy that “Alice” no longer exists. She has no first name credited, she is just Mrs. Bixby. Yet, there are still inescapable traces of her dull life and abusive husband as the dentist has money problems and ignores her for bowling.
As she waking up from the dentist’s sedation, her fantasy world begins to unravel. The Colonel ends their relationship. She discovers Dr. Bixby is drilling his hygienist, and not in the mouth. Well, not only in the mouth. Alice returns to the cold reality of a Bensonhurst dental office warmed only by the puzzling realization that her fantasy-lover’s name of Bixby was so close to that of her best friend Trixie.
Inexplicably, he decides to go to the property that night. Or maybe he ate room service and watched an Ancient Aliens marathon all day like no one I know, and went the next night. Anyhoo, it is the same or second consecutive dark and stormy night. As he drives, he flashes back to the last time he saw his father. Dangerously, the flashback is shown in a heads-up display on the windshield where visibility is already limited by rain and wipers.
All this is projected on the windshield through the wipers and rain. To be fair, it is a very nice composition, but it goes on for almost 4 freakin’ minutes.
Ray pours