Saturday, October 27, 2012

Adventures of Sir Galahad – Chapter 9: Treacherous Magic



OUR STORY SO FAR: Every Saturday about this time, apprentice ka-niggit Galahad (George Reeves) tries to atone for bone-headedly falling asleep during his initiation rites and allowing Excalibur, invincible sword of King Arthur (Nelson Leigh), to fall into the hands of the dark-helmeted villain known as the Black Knight.  Okay, in Galahad’s defense, he took a slash of some wine that was drugged…but he’s not had much success in retrieving the sword since then.  Last week, Galahad and his comic relief sidekick Sir Bors (Charles King) managed to find the scarcely-hidden camp of a band of rebel outlaws who seek to overthrow Arthur, and learn by eavesdropping on rebel leader Cawker (Pierce Lyden) and former-King-Ulric-chamberlain-turned-traitor Bartog (Don C. Harvey) that the rebels plan to ambush some of Arthur’s men as they bring back two wagonloads of arms they’ve appropriated from Ulric’s (John Merton) former camp.

Galahad and Bors’ attempts to warn both Sirs Kay (Jim Diehl) and Modred (Leonard Penn) of the outlaws’ attack go unheeded because Kay and Modred are convinced that Galahad has possession of Excalibur…oh, and also because they are colossal dicks.  So when a rebel makes off with a wagon and is furiously pursued by Galahad, there is a fight in the vehicle…and the wagon veers off a cliff…



…and as World O’Crap’s Scott C. pointed out last week, this is probably the first time in the history of serialdom that a vehicle has plummeted off a cliff without exploding.  However…


…it would not be the first time in the history of serialdom that someone used some stock footage (I’ll bet dollars to donuts this is from a western).  Now—I know what you’re thinking: nobody could have possibly survived that balsa wood wagon crash.  And you would be right…except…


…Galahad and the driver tumbled out of the wagon seconds before it went sailing off the cliff.  But when the two of them land…


Um…yeah.  I think they got some ideas from the recent Mayberry Mondays posting.

Well, back at the skirmish—the outlaws decide to cut their losses and flee like “frightened rabbits,” to use an Ulricism…and hey, they’ve already made off with the wagon of arms that didn’t wind up as kindling, so it’s not like they’re getting the worst of the bargain.  Bors comes to and manages to saddle up his horse and the one belonging to Galahad, and he rides swiftly away.  And in a scene that made me laugh out loud, Sir Lancelot (Hugh Prosser) calls out Kay and Modred for their douchebaggery in watching the battle from the safety of their vans…er, horses:

LANCELOT: I could have saved one wagon if you had returned sooner
KAY: We returned as soon as it was feasible…
LANCELOT: Or perhaps…as soon as it was safe

Oh, snap!  Seriously—how did Kay and Modred get into the Royal Order of the Round Table in the first place?  There should be a minstrel following these guys: “Brave Sir Modred ran away…”

KAY: Where’s Galahad?
LANCELOT: I was too occupied to notice…
MODRED: There may still be time to recapture one wagon!
KAY: We would only run into a trap

Kee-rist, you are pathetic.  You didn’t want to go after Galahad and Kay at the Inn of the Ram’s Head.  Now you’re covering up your wussitude with “Our best course is the shortest way back to Camelot.”  (This is the guy in charge of protecting Excalibur, by the way.)

Anyway, Bors catches up to Galahad, who’s walking down a road after amusingly extricating himself from that embarrassing entanglement with the outlaw driver (the driver was still asleep, presumably worn out from the cuddle).

BORS: What happened?
GALAHAD: We’ll discuss that later…thanks for saving my horse…

A gentleman never tells.

BORS (as he watches the other ka-niggits ride off in the distance): Well, we’re in full possession of a battle field…but it was a lonely victory…
GALAHAD: Now that Bartog has arms…he’ll do more than just sit and look at them…
BORS: You mean we’re going to stick our foolish heads into the lion’s mouth again?
GALAHAD: No…just in the Ram’s Head Inn…I think the outlaws will feel that a celebration is in order…
BORS: It’s a feeling I cannot share…

So our heroes ride off in the direction of the Ram’s Head…and arriving there, don masterful disguises to infiltrate the rebels’ favorite hangout…


…well, whatever.  What they lack in clever costuming skills they more than make up with bluff…as Galahad enters the inn with Bors, he barks at a sentry standing outside: “Straighten up there, man!  Look alert!”  They enter the establishment, and sit down at a table.

BORS: I see neither Bartog nor Cawker…
GALAHAD: More reasonably they’re off somewhere plotting together…
(A comely serving wench approaches their table)
WENCH: What’s your pleasure, gentlemen?

“That would be you, Sweetcheeks…” (Well, you have to get into character.)

GALAHAD: We had hoped to toast the health of Bartog and Cawker…but they don’t seem to be here…
WENCH: How could you, with them in the back room making great plans
GALAHAD: Some of those plans concern me…I’ve been made a captain…on account of the attack on Camelot…
WENCH: They were talking of Camelot true enough…when I last took a round of drinks…
GALAHAD (placing a coin in her hand): Give them another round…say it’s from two of their most loyal men…
(Bors also takes her hand and crosses her palm with a little change)
WENCH: What’s the extra one for?
GALAHAD: That’s to leave the door open when you come out…we’d like to hear the good news…

The wench nods assent, and starts to fill Galahad’s order…but Bors is still holding her hand, so she slaps at him with a towel.  (Good for a giggle, as is Galahad’s “Tsk-tsk-tsk” to his chum.)  Wench Lady then goes behind the bar, and starts to pour from the cask clearly marked “Rum”…


…and yes, I laughed at that also.  She is then approached by the Ram’s Head proprietor, One-Eye (Ray “Crash” Corrigan).

ONE-EYE: Who are the two men you’re serving?  They have a familiar look…
WENCH: No doubt they should, since they’re a couple of Cawker’s men…they’re buying drinks to gain his favor
ONE-EYE: They give you an extra gold piece—because they like your smile?
WENCH: Is there something wrong with it?

The serving wench then takes a container of rum into the back room, where Cawker and Bartog continue to conspire.

CAWKER: No, Bartog…my men are my only strength…and I won’t throw them away on a gamble
BARTOG (as the wench is leaving): We ordered nothing!
WENCH: It’s from two of your men, Cawker…one of them wants to be a captain
CAWKER: Pay no attention…they all want to be captains… (The wench smiles and then departs) Now about that sword…

The wench emerges from the back room, and getting Galahad and Bors’ attention, gives them a big wink.  Bors understandably thinks that it’s because she’s promoting the other amenity offered at the Ram’s Head, but Galahad looks at him and shakes his head disapprovingly.  Instead, the two of them move to a table that’s located right outside the entrance to the back room, which the wench left open thanks to the two men’s generous gratuity.

BARTOG: The matter is simply prudent…have your men assemble tomorrow noon, here at the inn…the Black Knight will be here…with the real Excalibur…

Meanwhile, One-Eye is starting to suspect that there’s something rotten in the state of you-know-where, as he interrogates the wench…

ONE-EYE: What are you up to?  I saw you leave the door open for yonder knave to listen…
WENCH: I meant no harm…he said he expected a promotion in the outlaw army…
ONE-EYE: Get back to your work…

So One-Eye nonchalantly walks past where Galahad and Bors are seated…and starts to circulate around the other tables in the Ram’s Head, whispering that Gal and Bors are not what they appear to be.  Meanwhile, our heroes devise a counter plot based on what they have overheard from Bartog and Cawker.

GALAHAD: …Arthur must be told that Excalibur will be here…it’s his one chance to regain it…
BORS: You think that he or anyone else at Camelot would believe you?  They’ll put you in irons!
GALAHAD: At least…Lancelot will know that I speak the truth…
BORS: Huh!  Then the two of your will gallop here and seize the sword with your bare hands
GALAHAD: You’re right…it’ll take more than good intentions…

Both Galahad and Bors have not noticed that One-Eye has relayed the news that the two of them are spies to everyone in the joint…and the men rise up from their tables with unmistakable “It’s ass kicking time!” looks on their faces.

GALAHAD (rapping on the table): I have it!  We could use a little magic in this matter!

You can do magic.  You have anything that you desire.

BORS: You’re going to seek the help of Merlin?
GALAHAD: No…Morgan le Fay
BORS: She betrayed you once…
GALAHAD: She also helped us once…remember?  Out of the Camelot dungeon?


Which would mean that it’s her turn to betray you again, if my math is correct?  Bors reluctantly admits that Galahad may have a plan, and he looks up to see the aforementioned ass-kickers making their way to their table.  “You go and I’ll cover you,” he informs Galahad.

“No…if we go, we go together,” returns Galahad.  And so as his stuntman overturns the table and leaps up on top of the bar, this chapter’s donnybrook gets underway.  Bartog and Cawker, having heard the fracas outside, emerge from the back room in time to witness Galahad’s escape and the capture of Bors (apparently Galahad liked the first plan better after all).  Galahad runs out to where he and Bors left the horses, which sort of amused me in that they always seem to leave the horses in the same place each time…and always seem to find time left on the meter.


Several of the rebels hold Bors captive…and one of them kind of sucker punches Borsie, which is definitely not cricket.  Bartog and Cawker walk over to where the rest of the men are holding their prisoner.

BARTOG: It’s a pity that a Knight of the Round Table should risk his neck in such a foolish enterprise
BORS: You’ll sing a different tune tomorrow…

“Then I’ll take requests: Ladies Love OutlawsRenegadeWhiskey in the Jar?  Take the Money and Run?”

BARTOG: We won’t even bother to change our plans…the entire Round Table cannot prevail against Excalibur…
BORS: Wait…we’ll see…
BARTOG: You’d best do most of your seeing before the Black Knight arrives…when he does

“Lock him up!” Bartog orders his followers, and as the men drag Bors away we are reminded once again that Camelot…


…is only a model.  Inside the castle walls, Galahad has breached the perimeter…but fortunately a buddy of his is guarding the joint…

LANCELOT: Halt!
GALAHAD (glad to see him): Lancelot!
LANCELOT (he walks over to him): Never have I seen a lad with such a passion for dying…why did you blunder into this hornets nest again?
GALAHAD: Arthur’s sword—the true Excalibur—will be at the Ram’s Head Inn this noon

“Excalibur hopes to do a few songs off their latest CD!”

GALAHAD: …but I’ll need help to recover it…
LANCELOT: No doubt you will…but you’ve come to the wrong place…who here will believe you…?
GALAHAD: You will…

“…and so will these pictures of you in consort with Queen Guinevere.  You stallion you!”

GALAHAD: …and perhaps Morgan le Fay will use her magic to help me conquer the Black Knight!
LANCELOT: At least I can arrange a meeting with her…


And we dissolve to a shot of Morgan’s (Pat Barton) chestal area.  Lovely.

GALAHAD: Armed with your magic…I hope to return Excalibur to this very room…
MORGAN: But…this may bring trouble to me…

“No offense, Gal baby…but I stick my neck out for no one.”

LANCELOT: You can help Galahad and you know it…will you show loyalty to your brother Arthur…or will you forever be Merlin’s tool…?

Funny how the words “Merlin” and “tool” always seem to be inexorably linked.

MORGAN: Very well, Lancelot…I can’t do much, Galahad…Merlin’s enraged if I trespass in his domain… (She looks down at her hands) But there is something…this ring!  Perhaps it will help you!

“Yeah…I could…pawn it or something…”

GALAHAD: I fail to see how…
MORGAN: You put the ring on your finger…you twist it…and you vanish completely!


And viola!  Morgan becomes invisible before their very eyes!  She then reappears, to the astonishment of two men who were born before Bewitched premiered on TV.

MORGAN (handing Galahad the ring): There’s one thing to remember…since you’re a non-magical person…

…or to use the scientific nomenclature, “muggle”…

MORGAN: …the ring will probably only work once for you…so save it for an emergency…
GALAHAD: I will…and my thanks to you, Morgan…

“I must go now,” she tells Galahad and Lancelot.  But because we spent all that money on that lame vanishing special effect, she is reduced to physically exiting the Sword Room.

LANCELOT: I’m not sure she’s to be trusted

Yeah, you’d think the title of this chapter—“Treacherous Magic”—would be a tip-off.

GALAHAD: No matter…as long as this ring works…will you go with me, Sir Lancelot?
LANCELOT: I’d be missed…and the court might think I was the Black Knight…but I can get you safely beyond the walls…we’ll use the secret passageway…

“Is it guarded?” Galahad asks his friend—which is kind of silly, since he’s been through the darn thing a couple of times already and knows how lax the security is in that joint.  “Certainly!  By me!” Lancelot replies.  Nine chapters into this thing and now they decide that someone should keep an eye on the secret passage.  Oy gevalt.


Back at the Ram’s Head, members of the outlaw contingent stand around, waiting for the clock to strike noon because a special announcement has been promised.  Cawker and Bartog are off to one side.

CAWKER: The Black Knight had best show soon…my boys don’t like delays…

“That crowd is liable to turn ugly…and believe me, it won’t be much of a turn.”

BARTOG: Worry not…it’s still seven minutes before noon
CAWKER: Remember Galahad is still on the loose…he may interfere with your plans...
BARTOG: He’s miles away from here…and no doubt still running…


Well, technically this is not true.  He’s more like climbing.  Despite the fact that he’s on the roof in plain sight, Galahad makes it over to an open window on the second floor of the Inn, and the scene then shifts to the interior, where two men drink copious amounts of wine and consume a snack…and another man, seated next to the back room, starts to doze off.  Galahad skulks his way down the stairs, and then leaps over the railing to attack one of the men, dodging a thrown stool in the process.

There’s a fight, of course…but here’s the odd thing: Galahad is shown vanquishing only two of the men.  You can see in this screen cap…


…that there’s a third guy over there at the left…but he just disappears midway during the fight.  I don’t know if he fainted, or made tracks for the distant horizon—I think the filmmakers were hoping no one noticed.  Anyway, Galahad grabs some keys from one of his unconscious foes and enters the back room to find this:


Yes, it’s Bors—trapped in some sort of weird…hell, I honestly do not know what that is.  I only know he’s got this embarrassed look on his face.  (“Honest, Galahad…this is not a sex chair!”)

GALAHAD (laughing his fool ass off): Well, here’s a merry sight…tell me—what would you do if I weren’t around to take care of you?
BORS: I’d be a much happier man…

Fellas…seriously.  I don’t need to know any of this.  So Galahad loosens Bors’ bonds, and the knight asks: “Tell me—how did you know I was here?”

“Where else could they put you?” he responds, and then pointing to a window, informs Bors that that is their means of exit.

BORS: You’re very foolish to pit yourself against Excalibur…
GALAHAD (showing him the ring): Morgan gave me a magic charm, remember?

Well, how would he?  He was tied up to that…sex chair the entire time.  The scene then shifts to the outside of the Inn, where Bartog can be witnessed looking up at the second floor landing…and seeing the Black Knight!  “The man who will lead you to victory…is here!” Bartog crows, to a mildly enthusiastic crowd.

Bartog runs up a flight of steps on the outside and joins B.K. on the landing…


BARTOG: The Black Knight…and the sword that cannot be conquered…Excalibur!
(The Knight unsheathes Excalibur, to a round of “Huzzahs”)
BLACK KNIGHT: Nothing will keep us from taking Camelot…we’ll drive Arthur from the throne!

There are more huzzahs, and then Galahad decides to be a heckler.  “If you’re half as brave as you talk, you’ll have the courage to unmask!”

Bartog draws his sword.  “We’ll see if you have the courage to die!”  (I know, it makes no sense…but the next e-mail I send Stacia is going to have this in the subject line.)  He then starts toward the stairway to exchange cold steel with Galahad…


…and notice the construction of the railing on that stairs.  I get the feeling the workers kind of said, “Fellas…this is a tavern…let’s just slap this together and then head for the cask marked ‘rum’!”  But the railing provides an escape route for Bartog, who leaps over it like a cowardly cur…allowing Galahad to face the Black Knight alone.

As Galahad prepares to battle with the Knight, he hears an ear-piercing sound.  He reaches for his ring and twists it…only to discover that that conniving bitch le Fay has left him in the lurch again.  The Black Knight (voiced by Paul Frees) laughs and informs his challenger: “The charm is worthless!”


Galahad, bold knucklehead that he is, will do what he can with the hand he’s been dealt.  There is then a close up of Excalibur, and the elaborate special effects used to show its invincibility are going to look great on the Blu-ray edition of this serial.


Okay, I’m just being a smart aleck.  The invincible sword causes Galahad to do a header over the landing railing…and heeeeeere’s Knox Manning!

MANNING: Does this signal an attack on Ulric’s cave?


Hooray!  Ulric’s back in the serial!

MANNING: Are Ulric and the Black Knight to be enemies instead of allies?

The farmer and the cowman should be friends!

“Tell ‘em Groucho sent you…”


On this date back in 1947, the radio program that would prove the perfect platform for the acerbic wit of comedian Julius “Groucho” Marx premiered over ABC for Elgin-American watches: You Bet Your Life.  It would be heard over the American Broadcasting Company for two seasons before CBS chairman William S. Paley lured Groucho and his show to his network in his well-documented “talent raids”…only to lose the cigar-smoking quipster to NBC the following year, just about the same time You Bet Your Life made its television debut.  For the next eleven seasons, both on TV and radio, You Bet Your Life was one of the National Broadcasting Company’s most popular programs as Groucho and his sidekick George Fenneman gave away cash to average Joes and Janes…with an occasional celebrity visit from the likes of Ray Bradbury, Phyllis Diller, “Colonel” Harland Sanders, Daws Butler, Johnny Weissmuller and Groucho’s brother Adolph…better known as “Harpo.”

I whipped up a little something about the program over at the Radio Spirits blog, but on a personal note I was already a Marx Brothers fan by the time our local public television station started showcasing repeats of the TV series…but You Bet Your Life cemented my devotion to Groucho Marx, who despite his faults and frailties was one of the funniest men to ever walk this planet.  There are a myriad of public domain DVD collections of the TV show on the market today, but true fans of the show won’t want to be without the two Shout! Factory collections released in 2003 and 2004, The Lost Episodes and The Best Episodes.  Both sets have fistfuls of fun extras and bonus materials in addition to eighteen episodes apiece (a total of thirty-six classic TV telecasts).


Also celebrating an anniversary today—a natal anniversary, that is, is my good friend Scott C., the major domo of the Internet’s premier place for political snark, World O’Crap...not to mention author, scholar, bon vivant and MST3K disciple.  Mr. C was most generous in his praise of your humble narrator in September when the tenth anniversary of my 39th birthday came around (seriously…he was so effusive I checked my pulse to see if I was still kicking and that I wasn’t attending my own wake) and I only wish I could reciprocate in a similarly praiseworthy manner.  You see, I learned not too long ago that the blog known as World O’Crap, once maintained by the redoubtable S.Z. (who must take credit for inspiring this scrap of the blogosphere whether she chooses to or not), was actually forcibly taken from her by characters right out of a Dickens novel, as witnessed in this comedy sketch I whipped up at the last minute:

BARRYMORE (reading from papers): And so, it has been decreed that the corporation known as Wo’C Enterprises will henceforth be turned over to Evil Paraquats, Ltd…to be run through the receivership…
SCOTT: That’s me…
BARRYMORE: …of Mr. C, who will put an end to this frivolity and mocking of right-wing conventions once and for all.
S.Z.:  But, sir…what is to become of me…and the good, kind, charitable, sarcastic deeds of World O’Crap?
BARRYMORE (banging down a gavel he just happens to have with him): Privatization!
S.Z.: This is isn’t the end of this—do you hear me?  I’m off to rescue kitties and puppies and to make sure they have a good home…but I will be avenged!
SCOTT: First item on the agenda…paving paradise and putting up a parking lot…

Okay, I’m just having a bit of fun here…while it did happen in the fashion I’ve illustrated, Scott later that night got a visit from Henry Travers…who convinced him what a miserable essobee he’d been his whole life, and when Travers was done Scott found rose petals in his pocket.  (Or something to that effect.   I’m really not much of a details guy.)  Scott saw the error of his ways, and today continues the tradition of poking merciless fun at truly deserving right wing whacka-dos because…well, there’s no getting around it, people.  Some of those individuals are certifiably insane.

All seriousness aside: I want to wish Mr. C the happiest of birthdays—I’m proud to call him my friend, both in the blogosphere and on Facebook, where he threatens my keyboard with iced tea expectoration due to such hilarious features as “Spam as a Second Language,” and makes me realize that nostalgia isn’t what it used to be with some amazing photographs from the past that he frequently posts and I shamelessly steal.  In honor of his birthday, I have chosen an appropriate picture (depicting the World o’Crap regulars)…and in the spirit of Wo’C commenter Bill S., here are some other folks from the hallowed halls of yesteryear who share that anniversary:


James Cook (1728-1779) – Scottish captain and explorer who discovered the Sandwich Islands…but did not, I repeat, did not invent the sandwich.

Isaac Merrit Singer (1811-1875) – Inventor of the first practical home sewing machine

Theodore Roosevelt (1858-1919) – Twenty-sixth president of the United States and Rough Rider

Emily Post (1872-1960) – Etiquette expert

Sebastian Cristillo (1879-1947) – Father of Lou Costello (the character of “Sebastian,” Costello’s nephew [“I’m only three-and-a-half years old!”] on the radio program, was named after him)

Fred de Cordova (1910-2001) – Film and television producer/director best known for his work on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson but also the individual who helmed Bedtime for Bonzo

Herschel Daugherty (1910-1993) – Veteran TV director who worked on such shows as Checkmate, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Thriller, Wagon Train and The Smith Family

Jack Carson (1910-1963) – Stage, screen, radio and television comic actor who appeared alongside singer-actor Dennis Morgan in many films…and was born in Manitoba, Canada (not Milwaukee)

Leif Erickson (1911-1986) – Film and television actor best known for his starring role on TV’s The High Chapparral (he was also on radio’s My Friend Irma as “Richard Rhinelander III”)

Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) - Dead Welsh poet

Oliver Tambo (1917-1993) – Co-founder of the African National Congress

Teresa Wright (1918-2005) – Stage, film and television actress seen in such vehicles as The Little Foxes, Pride of the Yankees and Shadow of a Doubt

Nanette Fabray (1920-     ) – Stage, film and television actress known for The Band Wagon and TV’s One Day at a Time who turns ninety-two today

Ned Wertimer (1923-     ) – Stage, film and television character great best remembered as Ralph the doorman on TV’s The Jeffersons (he’s eighty-nine)

Ruby Dee (1924-    ) – Stage, film and television actress seen in such vehicles as A Raisin in the Sun, Gone are the Days and Do the Right Thing (eighty-eight)

Warren Christopher (1925-2011) – Carter administration official and Bela Lugosi impersonator

H.R. Haldeman (1926-1993) – Nixon administration chief of staff and felon

Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) – Depressed novelist who wrote The Bell Jar

Floyd Cramer (1933-1997) – Composer/pianist of Last Date, the song responsible for bringing my Ozzie and Harriet-like parents together

Lara Parker (1937-    ) – Film and television actress who appeared in a great many things but I always associate her with the Gothic television soap Dark Shadows

Dallas Frazier (1939-     ) – Country/pop music songwriter (Alley Oop, Beneath Still Waters) who will serve a stretch in Purgatory for writing the Oak Ridge Boys’ earwig Elvira

John Cleese (1939-     ) – British comedic genius (Monty Python’s Flying Circus, Fawlty Towers) who offers irrefutable proof that funny people are born on October 27

John Gotti (1940-2002) – Mafia don

Bobby Fuller (1942-1966) – He fought the law but the law won

Lee Greenwood (1942-     ) – Country singer whose jingoistic God Bless the U.S.A. has made him a popular Republican “family values” icon, who are all-too-willing to overlook that he’s been divorced four times and once worked as a blackjack dealer

Carrie Snodgress (1945-2004) – Stage, film and television actress who starred in 1970s movie Diary of a Mad Housewife

Kenneth Turan (1946-     ) – Los Angeles Times film critic

Ivan Reitman (1946-     ) – Motion picture director whose earlier film career was distinguished by comedies like Meatballs, Stripes and Ghostbusters

Fran Leibowitz (1950-     ) – Curmudgeonly actress and humorist who writes a lot about New York City

Jayne Kennedy-Overton (1951-     ) – Her occupation is listed as “actress” but since The Love Boat is no longer in production what the hell does she do now?

Ted Wass (1952-     ) – Television actor best known for his roles on Soap and Blossom and later graduated to directing

Roberto Benigni (1952-     ) – Italian director-actor whose excited response to his Oscar win in 1999 for Life is Beautiful (In a Concentration Camp) brought out the tranquilizer guns

Veronica Hart (1956-     ) – Porn star who is not supporting Mitt Romney

Simon Le Bon (1958-    ) – Conceited lead singer of the English music group Duran Duran

Shelly Juttner (1960-     ) – Former moppet actress (Freaky Friday) and close personal friend of Scott’s

Marla Maples (1963-     ) – Former Donald Trump bimbo and the pride of Dalton, GA (well, that and the Georgia Carpet Outlet)

Matt Drudge (1966-     ) – Un dickhead formidable (I haven’t used that in ages.)

Happy birthday, Scott!  (“Keep your nose in the wind and your tail to yourself,” as Commander USA used to say.)

Friday, October 26, 2012

Crazy like a Fox


Today marks the thirtieth anniversary of the premiere of one of TV’s finest dramatic programs: St. Elsewhere, a medical drama created by Joshua Brand and John Falsey and set against the background of St. Eligius, a fictional teaching hospital in Boston, Massachusetts.  The program, which ran for six seasons on NBC despite never ranking higher than #49 in the seasonal Nielsen ratings, won multiple Emmys (and a Peabody Award) and many critical raves for its splendid ensemble cast and exemplary writing.  I never—ever—missed St. Elsewhere during its original network run, and to this very day it remains one of my favorite TV shows (something that did not escape the notice of TV Guide, which ranked the show #20 on their 2002 list of the 50 Greatest TV Shows of All Time).

My good friend and former editor Edward Copeland has written an anniversary tribute to Elsewhere that I cannot recommend highly enough, but the essay also inspired a tangential piece on the state of Elsewhere’s spotty history on DVD and the issue of 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment’s reticence to release more of their television inventory to home video.  Fox, which owns the MTM library, released the inaugural season of St. Elsewhere to disc in November of 2006…and for those of you who have been waiting for subsequent seasons, I hope you haven’t left the car engine running.  It’s not the first time a studio has done this—and sadly, I fear it won’t be the last—but it’s a frustrating thing for staunch couch potatoes like myself who are passionate about the preservation of classic television shows.  It’s an all-too common rant here at Thrilling Days of Yesteryear, but a majority of both local stations and cable channels would rather fill airtime with mind-numbing talk shows and/or "reality" programming than to introduce new generations of viewers to treasures from the medium’s past.

Faithful TDOY readers are also aware that whenever I get wind of a classic television show that’s coming to disc I like to give interested parties a heads-up whenever possible.  But in the case of Fox Home Entertainment…they don’t get mentioned much.  The reason is: their track record isn't too much to get excited about.  I know I give CBS DVD-Paramount a lot of grief for their odious split-season releases…but if we’re going to lay any blame for the practice, Fox bears the responsibility for instituting it in the first place.  After the first season DVD release of Lost in Space failed to meet the company’s sales targets (the monochromatic nature of the show’s inaugural season was blamed—which reminds me of what a company once told my In the Balcony compadre Laughing Gravy: “People won’t buy a movie in black-and-white unless John Wayne is in it”), Fox Home Entertainment released the second season in two “volumes,” charging the same price for each of those sets as a single set.  They repeated the process with the show’s third and final season, and also gave the split-season treatment to their releases of The Time Tunnel (even though this series only aired for one season) and Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.  It took nearly five years for the compete run of Voyage to be released to DVD—even when the actual series only ran for four.

The company also had the DVD rights to The Big Valley (even though that series was produced by Four Star Television), and after putting the first season of the Barbara Stanwyck-starring western on disc, decided they would go the split-season route for the show’s sophomore year.  One volume of Season 2 was released in January 2007…and then nothing.  It’s not known if Fox will ever finish out the show’s run…or even if they’re going to bother to try.  You’d think with the resurgence of the series on TV—it airs prominently on both Me-TV and INSP—and a big screen version coming to theater screens soon they would want to strike while the iron is hot.

Sadly, that’s standard operating procedure for most of the material in the Fox library.  Properties like Batman languish in DVD limbo because no one is exactly certain who has copyright jurisdiction (Fox or Warner Brothers, who took over DC Comics in 1969)—there are also those who say Warners is reluctant to have the campy 1960s TV classic tarnishing their lucrative “Dark Knight” franchise.  There are other stories floating around: the cameos on the iconic 60s program would necessitate the payment of royalties; even the Batmobile apparently wants a cut.  My question is, however—why would a company continue to foot-drag on something that would make them a great deal of money, considering the demand for the series on DVD?

Other 20th Century Fox TV shows like My Friend Flicka, Broken Arrow, The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis, Felony Squad, Judd for the Defense, Julia and Nanny and the Professor are still cooling their heels in Fox’s waiting room.  Fox did lease two of their shows, Peyton Place and Room 222, to the Shout! Factory label sometime back—but the company stopped with 222’s second season and only two volumes of Place (with thirty-two shows each) ever saw DVD action…it looks as if interest in continuing them is on the wane.  (There was at one time a rumor that MPI Home Video was working on a DVD release of Fox’s 1968-70 sitcom The Ghost and Mrs. Muir…but that’s another project that seems to have slipped through the cracks.)

I’ve heard most of the rationalizations.  “This kind of release only serves a niche market.”  “The economy is in the crapper right now, and people don’t have the disposable income for that sort of release.”  The problem is—even when the economy improves, the company is still going to sit on these shows, as born out by Edward's article.  And if it is a “niche market”—why not lease the shows to a company who’s equipped to handle that sort of thing?  It’s mind boggling that a company like Timeless Media Video can release obscure boob tube chestnuts like 87th Precinct and Arrest and Trial to disc…but you can’t give 12 O’Clock High a DVD release?  The show is in perpetual reruns on Me-TV—why not use that as a platform to advertise a season set or two?

I’ve never made any secret of the fact that I have, in the past, dealt with nefarious elements in the dark corners of the Internets to obtain copies of shows long disappeared from television screens.  I’ve been chided by close friends for supporting the bootleg trade.  But I still vociferously maintain that should a company get off its duff and start poking around in its vaults for the treasures we know to be in there, and give them a proper DVD release (you don’t even have to mess with the bonus extras and all that other foofrah—I’ll take the episodes as they are)…I’d be an all-too-willing consumer.  It’s something to think about on a day when one of TV’s best shows remains out of reach for its fans, old and new.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Classic TV Horror Host Blogathon: Svengoolie – Keeping the Tradition Alive


This essay is Thrilling Days of Yesteryear’s contribution to the Classic TV Horror Host Blogathon, being hosted by the Classic TV Blog Association from October 24-31.  For a complete list of the participants and their posts, check out the list at the CTBA here.


Back in the good old days when TV sets only had three channels, old movies were a programming staple of local stations.  They showed them in the morning, they showed them in the afternoon, they showed them in the evening…and if they didn’t have to sign off too early, they’d also stick a feature or two on The Late, Late Show.  It was the best of times…it was the worst of times.  “Worst” in that a lot of these classics were often interrupted by a plethora of commercials (there’s a scene in The Apartment [1960] that nicely spoofs this).  “Best” in that inane talk shows (I’m talking to you, Katie Couric) or insipid “reality” shows were rarely on the boob tube radar.

Friday and Saturday nights, as a rule, were reserved for movies with a horrific bent.  I mean no offense to the horror fans out there…but out of the gazillions of fright flicks churned out by Hollywood and independents since the dawn of cinema, a few of them are quite good…and the rest of them are just plain odious hunks of fromage.  And if your local station bought a package to show the good horror movies…chances are they had to screen the terrible ones as well.

That’s where the “horror host” came in.  Practically every major TV market had one, some station employee who’d dress up several times a year (even if it wasn’t Halloween) as a haint or witch or mad scientist to provide a little macabre levity during the presentation of the horror films on TV…all for a little extra mazoola in their paycheck.  Many of them went on to transcend their local origins to become pop culture icons.  A lot of us may not remember the individual generally recognized as the first horror host (whose countenance graces the banner of this blogathon), Vampira (Maila Nurmi), but you’ve probably seen her performance (which was sadly ignored when Oscar time rolled around) in Plan 9 from Outer Space (1959).  John Zacherle, who turned 94 this September 26, was a popular Philadelphia and N.Y.C. horror flick host (known as both “Zacherley” and “Roland”) who scored a nationwide Top Ten pop hit in 1958 with Dinner with Drac.

Even if you never watched any of these hosts (probably because you weren’t in the viewing area), their names may be familiar if you’re student of horror: Ghoulardi, Sammy Terry, Sir Graves Ghastley, Moona Lisa.  They’d crack jokes and perform skits in between the dreck they were forced to show, with audiences who were hip to their atrocious puns and black humor.  Just about anybody you talk to from the baby boomer generation can provide fond memories of spending unproductive hours in front of a TV set “turning your mind to garbage,” as my mother so colorfully (and really, in hindsight, truthfully) described it.

When I was an impressionable young lad—and this is a subject I’ve talked about on the blog before—growing up in West Virginia, there was nothing I liked more than staying up late on Saturday nights to watch WOWK-TV’s Chiller Theater…and it was even more enjoyable when the ‘rents were out for the evening, because it was sort of an act of defiance (“Sleep?  Sleep is for fops and popinjays!”).  Unfortunately, WOWK couldn’t afford a host—the program would simply begin with eerie music and a graphic of a forbidding haunted castle on a seaside cliff and then the eventual announcement of the program.

Some individuals with better memories than mine recall that WOWK (which also went by WHTN in its early days of operation) did feature brief horror-based pantomime skits between the films and commercials, with employees wearing masks and costumes.  Mark Justice, a Kentucky-based blogger,  remembers in this post that he was in WOWK’s viewing area and recalled some segments the station used that were recorded by the late Jonathan Frid, the star of the daytime gothic soap Dark Shadows (WOWK was an ABC affiliate).  But for the most part, Chiller Theater—which originally aired on Friday and Saturday nights before the station moved all the movies to Saturdays under the aegis of “Triple Chiller”—was hostless; the Mountain State would not get a regular TV horror host until WVAH started its horror movie program. Friday Night Dead, which starred longtime radio/TV personality Al Sahley as “Fat Drac”—“The King of Corpuscular Corpulence!”

I only saw “Fat Drac” a handful of times during his stint on WVAH; I was in college and most of my Friday and Saturday nights involved drinking enormous quantities of a substance we called “beer” back then.  But it was also about that time that the USA Network started their Saturday afternoon horror movie presentations, hosted by “Commander USA” (aka Jim Hendricks)—soaring super hero!  (Legion of Decency…retired.)  The show ran from 1985 to 1989, running double features on Saturday afternoons before being whittled down to a single feature on Sundays.  The Commander showed a lot of Mexican wrestling flicks and Japanese monster movies, but occasionally he’d host a goody like Cat People (1942) or I Walked with a Zombie (1943).  (There’d be an occasional non-horror movie thrown into the mix, chiefly for its cult value, like Up in the Cellar [1970] or What’s Up, Tiger Lily? [1966].)

None of the television stations in our area showed Movie Macabre, the syndicated package of horror movies hosted by Cassandra Peterson, better known to horror host fans as “Elvira, Mistress of the Dark”…but the home video releases that featured the character were popular rentals at the Ballbuster Blockbuster store in Savannah that once employed me—and I even bravely checked out her 1988 film Elvira, Mistress of the Dark one weekend out of curiosity.  (It’s not Citizen Kane, but it gave me a few chuckles.)

So despite being somewhat horror host deprived as a kid and young adult, I’ve been making up for lost time on Saturday nights at 10pm. EST…because that’s when Chicago-based Me-TV schedules horror movies hosted by Svengoolie, the alter ego of longtime broadcast personality Rich Koz.  Me-TV has the broadcast rights to most of the old Universal horror classics, both good and bad…and though I kind of found it unsettling at first to watch comedy skits interspersed with movies such as Dracula (1931) or Bride of Frankenstein (1935), I’m becoming a Svengoolie devotee with each passing week—because movies like Dr. Cyclops (1940) and The Mole People (1956) need all the help they can get.  Sure, Koz’s Svengoolie does the corny comedy that we expect from horror hosts—but he’s also got the street cred to feature interviews with personalities associated with horror films to fill up the time if the movies run short.  He aired a clip back in April of this year in which he spoke with Vincent Price’s daughter Victoria that I found positively riveting.  All this and flying rubber chickens, too.

Svengoolie has been a Chicagoland tradition since the 1970s, when he was the host of WFLD’s Screaming Yellow Theater and originally played by Jerry G. Bishop.  One of Bishop’s colleagues and a writer for the Svengoolie program was Rich Koz, who became “Son of Svengoolie” in 1979 on WFLD (the original Svengoolie closed up shop in 1973) and continued to host horror movies until 1986, when the new owners of the station (Rupert Murdoch and the evil empire known as Fox) handed him his pink slip.  Koz resurrected the character for WCIU in 1994 (the flagship station of Me-TV), and Bishop allowed him to drop the “Son of” since he “believed he was grown up enough now to no longer be just the Son.”

Classic movie fans like myself are fortunate to live in times when indulging in our passion for vintage cinema is as easy as sliding a DVD into a player or turning on TCM or FMC to see if there’s anything worth watching.  (AMC…you no longer count.)  But I love the fact that there’s still an outlet for horror hosts like Svengoolie, and that the market has even expanded to keep Elvira in business (with a new version of Movie Macabre) and introduce new folks like Mr. (Erik) Lobo, whose Cinema Insomnia is syndicated to many TV stations (Lobo got his start on a local station in Sacramento back in 2001).  It’s a nostalgic reminder of simpler childhood times, and it’s comforting to see that some outlets haven’t completely given up on showing these classic films and introducing them to a new generation.  Because let’s be honest—given the choice between an infomercial, babbling talking heads discussing politics, and cheesy horror movies hosted by even cheesier personalities…well, it won’t be much of a contest.

This Saturday on Me-TV (October 27), Svengoolie is going to show the proto-lycanthropy classic Werewolf of London (1935).  If I still had a pair of footy pajamas I’d put them on and complement the viewing with a tumbler of RC Cola and some HoHo’s.  If the television gods have smiled upon you and bestowed Me-TV on your cable company (or if you can get it with a digital antenna), why not join me in spirit?  (See what I did there?)