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.

The Perfect Crime – C.S. Montanye (1920)

I

Two men just met in an unsavory waterfront saloon.  Rider Lott pulls out a small case and pinches out a bit.  You’re thinking snuff but no, he places it in a nostril and snorts it right up Broadway.  He offers a hit to his new friend, “Walk in a snow storm, brother?”  Martin Klug says, “It’s dope, isn’t it?”  Lott replies, “Happy dust.”

Lott tries to figure Klug’s particular brand of mayhem by looking him over (i.e. judging a crook by his cover).  He quickly reels off colorful guesses such as “gay-cat, blaster, dip, leather snatcher, flash-thief, peterman, derrick swinger, river rat, rattler grab, and freight car crook” although the cocaine might have caused him to mix a few Pornhub categories in there before getting around to an actual crime.

Klug wisely cops to the last one before Lott starts listing off watersports.  Lott says he himself is an author and inventor.  He wants write a book about his invention — the Perfect Crime.  He is currently workshopping Chapter 1:  Get high and reveal your plan to a complete stranger in a bar.  Lott says, “Crime doctors and criminologists say it is impossible to commit a crime without leaving a clue.”  He basically believes the law of averages requires someone will get away clue-free; might as well be him.

A voluptuous blonde joins them.  Lott introduces her as “Beatrice the Beautiful Brakeman’s Daughter” but doesn’t reveal what makes the brakeman so beautiful.  It is pretty humorous when she says, “My name isn’t Beatrice and I never saw you before.”  Lott questions why such a hot babe is in such a dive.  She lost her job as an upstairs maid 3 weeks ago, so apparently can no longer afford the the glamorous, jet-set life of a domestic servant.

Rich old Mrs. Cabbler had entrapped her by leaving a $10 spot on the dresser.  Not-Beatrice had long dreamed of buying fancy elbow-length white gloves.  She couldn’t resist the $10 ($130 today).  Mrs. Cabbler demanded the cash back and fired her without pay.  Not-Beatrice feels the Bern and says, “Mrs. Cabbler has more money than she knows what to do with.  Money isn’t much use to a person 70 years old.  Young people should have the money!” [1] Conveniently, she keeps it in a trunk under the bed.

Lott sees a 70 year old woman literally sleeping on a fortune to be the perfect test of his Perfect Crime theory.  Not-Beatrice still wants to buy fancy gloves, and Martin wants a new pair a shoes . . . these are the least ambitious crooks in history.  Lott would use his cut to publish his perfect crime book which he muses, “Will be of wonderful assistance to young, ambitious crust-floppers, grifters, and heavymen.”  I’m not sure he didn’t lapse in porn-speak again.

They meticulously plan the crime.  Lott says the Perfect Crime should be committed by a single person — yet he plans this heist for two people.  Not-Beatrice, with no experience in crime (other than swiping the $10), must go to lead the other person to the cash.  Her accomplice will be chosen based on his experience, skill-set, and coolness under fire . . . nah, Lott says he and Krug will just draw straws.  Worst criminal mastermind ever!

Lott draws the long straw so will rob Mrs. Crabbler with Not-Beatrice.  Lott instructs them, “Use no violence of any kind.  Take no chances, leave no clues.  Take great pains to cover every step, and don’t be in a hurry.  After you have the money, if you will go back and check over every move you have made in search of suspicious or incriminating clues left behind, and then remove them, you will have accomplished the Perfect Crime.”

II

After the crime, the three meet up at the 10th Avenue apartment of Not-Beatrice’s sister.  Klug assures Lott that they left behind no clues.  Unfortunately, Mrs. Crabbler woke up during the robbery so they had to kill her.  Lott is peeved at this, but his $3,000 cut raises his spirits.  Not-Beatrice is not too choked up over the “old hag” dying.  In addition to her $3,000 cut, she bogarted a fine pair of white gloves from the old woman.

Lott and Klug fight over who will get Not-Beatrice.  Well actually, she chooses Lott and Klug attacks him.  Lott brains him with a whiskey bottle, and kills him.  This must be 2nd Chapter stuff — leave a dead body at the home of the sister of one of the perps.

It finally comes out that when Not-Beatrice stole the nice new gloves, she threw her old gloves away in the old woman’s trash can.  D’oh!  Within seconds, the police traced the laundry marks to this address.

Not much new going on here.  For a story called The Perfect Crime, the actual crime is stunningly mundane.  Still, it is pithy and good-humored.

Other Stuff:

  • [1] On the other hand.  Although, the shocker here is that Newsweek still exists.
  • First published in the July 1920 issue of Black Mask.
  • Cocaine was big business until the Jones-Miller Act of 1922.  In what can only be explained by a collapse in the time/space continuum, the two politicians made cocaine illegal rather than 1) taking campaign contributions from Big Pharma to keep it legal, and 2) then taxing it.
  • This is the 2nd post entitled The Perfect Crime.  See also, The Utterly Perfect Murder.

Outer Limits – Origin of Species (11/27/98)

Note:  This is Part 2 of Double Helix, an Outer Limits episode that aired 20 months earlier.  So this writer has about the same work ethic as me.

We start with a recap of Part 1.  Professor Martin Nodel recruited a group of college girls for an experiment that required them to get naked.  His effort worked better than mine, maybe because he also recruited some dudes as cover.  The group met at a cave in which a spacecraft had been hidden for millions of years.  The aliens left a message that they wanted humans to pay them a visit to see how we turned out.  Faced with the choice of abandoning Earth or trying to get a job with their “studies” degrees, the students boarded the ship with Nodel.

And now on with the story . . .

The “action” moves to the interior of the ship and it is as narratively underwhelming as it was in Close Encounters.  At least the CE3K ship looked great (if thoroughly inefficient) and had the John Williams score going for it.  Here, it is just transportation with some padded scenes to get us to a couple of twists at the end.

Dr. Nodel jacks in to the ship again and channels its builders, “Four score and seven eons ago, the ancestors of our race foresaw a great danger . . .”  However, before he gets to the good part, and I’m being optimistic there, he begins to glow and disappears.  His son Paul tries to help him and disappears also.  This leaves behind several students and Paul’s girlfriend Hope.  To head off any weirdness, I must point out that Paul and his girlfriend joined the group after the naked examinations.  Although, that does make me question their scientific value.

The walls begin to twist, but ship does not lose structural integrity, like that Star Trek episode that bugged me so much that I can’t remember whether it was TNG or Voyager.  Another passageway opens up, but it leads — literally, figuratively, and narratively — nowhere.  The shifting walls do split the group up, but not much is done with this.

Eventually, they all get back together somehow.  They can feel the ship decelerating.  One of the guys says, “Get back to launch positions, now!” which is probably the same as “landing positions” but why not just say that?  They land, and a hatch opens.

SPOILERS

They exit the ship to a very earth-like environment.  One of them wonders why the aliens were not there to greet them.  This ship is supposed to be 65 million years old.  Would anyone rally remember this ship was out there?

They climb a nearby hill to determine the lay of the land, although it is clearly the girl who looks like Nancy Allen.  It is a pretty nice series of shots that shows their reaction to the unseen sight before them.  Then we see the ruins of the Golden Gate Bridge.  Hope says, “Oh my God, we’re home.” [1]  

They fortuitously find a food wrapper that has an expiration date of May 2267.  So, unless it was a Twinkie, they merely went about 269 years into the future. [2]  There are no people here, though.  They find a massive graveyard with a marker blaming their vanity in “trying to control nature.”  So, trying to stop Global Warming was the cause, I guess.

They conclude they were sent here to repopulate the planet.  Someone says, “There’s only seven of us.  We don’t have enough genetic diversity to repopulate” even though one of them is a brunette.  They go back to the ship and a nursery full of babies is revealed.  The ship somehow tweaked their DNA to provide the diversity needed to safely repopulate.

Dr. Nodel and son reappear as a hologram.  They explain that the aliens were humans million of years in the future that left the ship on Earth to give the planet another chance.  That raises more questions, but that might just be because it is 2:15 am.

The big grave-site and the low disk space message that pops up every 5 goddamn minutes.

There are a few cheats and padding — clearly, there was never supposed to be a Part 2.  The characters are pretty generic.  I can only name Hope and a guy whose name I don’t know; so just Hope, I guess.

Still, I’m a sucker for such derivative, high-concept stories.  Plus, it has the benefit of following Science Fiction Theater and Tales of Tomorrow.  I would never watch it again, but it gets an OK.

Other Stuff:

  • [1] Suspiciously close to “Oh my God, I’m back, I’m home” from Planet of the Apes.  However, Hope does not start name-calling and blaspheming.
  • [2] Joe Miller Jokebook, circa 1739.

Science Fiction Theatre – The Hastings Secret (11/12/55)

“It’s hard to believe that termites cost millions of dollars every year by their devastation of telephone and telegraph poles in the United States.  This is the central research laboratory of the Continental Telephone Company.  Scientists are employed by this firm to develop chemical preservatives for telephone poles in defense against woodpeckers, carpenter ants, and termites.”

Unless one of these termites is the size of a bus, this is shaping up to be dullest episode ev– hey, what is Truman Bradley doing in the story?  No, I guess they hired an actor who looks exactly like the series narrator, Truman Bradley.  Guess that’s going to happen occasionally when every part’s casting call is for “40 year old white guy.”

Bill Twining has come to the telephone company about a job.  Pat Hastings asks him what he was doing during the gaps on his resume.  He says, “Fishing.”  Dude, always say “Consulting”!  However, this seems to satisfy Pat’s rigorous screening process, so she hires him to join her working for Dr. Clausen, heir to the pickle fortune. [1]

Clausen tells him Pat’s father, Dr. Hastings, mans the termite research outpost in Peru.  He had asked for an electronics expert to be sent down.  The last “chemical shipment” that came from him was accompanied by moldy, unreadable notes.  Pat ran an analysis on the solution, assuming it was a new insecticide.

She produces a beaker of river clay and adds water.  When she adds the solution her father shipped to them, it causes “complete molecular dissociation!”  What this means to a layman is that clay was broken down into its elements; what means to a scientist is probably a hearty guffaw.  Not only has the clay broken down into 15% iron, 7% aluminum [2], and 20% silicon [3], the materials have sorted themselves out by atomic weight like a geologic pousse-café.

Clausen explains that this could revolutionize mining.  We could extract all the minerals we need from common dirt by mixing it with this solution.  Unfortunately, they don’t know what is in the solution.  Er, so exactly what kind of analysis did brainiac Pat do on it earlier?  Dr. Hastings has been incommunicado for 3 weeks, so Pat and Bill get a couple of pith helmets from the supply cabinet and head for Peru.

They arrive at the outpost, which is a tent in the jungle.  They immediately find the generator has been stripped for parts.  Pat, quite the detective, notices that Dr. Hastings had not changed the calendar in 22 days; but maybe he just had the hots for Miss October. [4]  Not only that, she knows her father had 3 pairs of glasses and all 3 are there in the tent.

Bill repairs the radio.  Radio Lima confirms that Dr. Hastings did not go there for supplies or to renew his Playboy subscription.  Pat wonders if an animal could have carried him off.  Bill assures her there was no sign of a struggle.  “What about a giant anaconda?” she asks.  He says there’s no time for such shenanigans.  Bill says he will beat the bushes, and then search the area for Dr. Hastings.  He suggests Pat search the tent for clues about her father’s research, and maybe do a little vacuuming.

Bill returns, having not found Dr. Hastings.  Pat’s search turned up a coil that produces a high-frequency field but, to be fair, she had a much smaller area to search.  They take Dr. Harding’s equipment outside.  Bill uses the coil to detect electronic activity in the area.  He is such a brainiac that he is able to triangulate the location with just two bearings.  The signal is coming from 50 feet inside a nearby hill.

On top of the hill, they find a crevice which leads to a crevasse.  There is a ladder which leads down to a cave where Dr. Harding has more equipment and Playboy calendars.  They spot two viewing devices.  The viewers provide a magnified look into an ant colony, but housing termites.  So I guess you’d call it an ant-colony-except-with-termites.  Pat says they are just about the most ancient species of life.  Dr. Hastings’ discovery was a species of termite that secretes the solution he shipped back to the lab.

They notice a tunnel that was not in Dr. Hastings’ notes and conclude that the termites swarmed the area to create it.  Pat grimaces as she realizes her father was “eaten alive by termites.”  Bill says, “It must have happened while he was asleep”  (i.e. he was sleeping like a log).  He further concludes the termites were attracted by the Doctor’s morning wood from dreaming about Bettie Page, but is too much of a gentleman to say so.

Pat continues her father’s research, but the termites begin to swarm again.  She and Bill flee the cave.  It collapses, but Pat is happy that her father will be remembered in scientific journals for the discovery of this new solution, and in Ripley’s for being eaten alive by termites.

The synthesized solution will revolutionize mining and mineral extraction — increasing production, lowering cost, and making melodramatic movies about trapped miners a thing of the past.  At least until the inevitable spill destroys the planet like Ice-Nine, leading to the inevitable New York Times headline: TRUMP DESTROYS EARTH.

Meh.  The shots of the termites were probably cool for kids in the ’50s.  Not so much for their parents who didn’t sleep a wink and called the exterminator the next day.

Other Stuff:

  • [1] Ach du lieber!  Pickles have their own web-page!  I feel a little better about the digital real estate I’m squandering.
  • [2] What, no bauxite?  Finally, my geology class pays off!
  • [3] Where did they get this “clay” from, a freakin’ meteorite?  And we’re light on the composition, too.  Maybe the other 58% was Pyrex, because that beaker didn’t go anywhere.
  • [4] This theory is implausible because any guy alone in the jungle in 1955 would still have his calendar showing January:  Bettie Page!