Thursday, January 2, 2014

Book Review: David Thomson’s Moments That Made the Movies


Back in early December, Harry Burton, publicity director at Thames & Hudson, was nice enough to send me a gratis copy of David Thomson’s Moments That Made the Movies—a beautiful coffee table book filled with gorgeous pictures and brief, idiosyncratic essays from the iconoclastic author and film critic for The New Republic.  Thomson has written a good many books on the subject of film; his best known are perhaps the oft-updated The New Biographical Dictionary of Film (its fifth edition was published in 2010) and a 2008 reference entitled ‘Have You Seen...?’: A Personal Introduction to 1,000 Films…a weighty tome that reminds me of a funny story which I’m not going to tell because it makes me look like an idiot.

Described as “the first fully illustrated book of his illustrious career,” Moments That Made the Movies has an interesting premise: the author looks at some seventy different movies from a period covering the early days of moviemaking to latter-day works, and reminisces about these films by highlighting memorable scenes, or “moments,” as opposed to the entirety of each movie itself.  True to his freethinking tastes, Thomson’s choices are often surprising and different.  For example, while you and I would probably think of the infamous shower murder of Marion Crane in Psycho, for Thomson his standout memory occurs just before that bloodbath, when Marion “meets the first gentle, sympathetic or insightful person in the film” (her murderer, Norman Bates) and has a cheese sandwich with him.  The moment that makes Casablanca is not when Rick tells Ilsa that, oh, she’s getting on that plane…but rather the instance where she enters his cafĂ© for the first time, and reunited with her friend Sam, tells him to play “As Time Goes By.”

Hailed by The Atlantic Monthly’s Benjamin Schwarz as “probably the greatest living film critic and historian” (Schwarz also compares him to Pauline Kael), Thomson’s Moments is a most interesting book…and even when I don’t agree with his point of view (and that’s quite often) he does the job that first-rate film critics are required to do: make you look at movies you’ve already watched through different eyes…and if you haven’t seen the film, check it out for yourself.  My caveat would be that if you’re already familiar with Thomson’s essays (particularly in ‘Have You Seen…?’ or his celebrated The Big Screen: The Story of Movies and What They Did to Us) you might find Moments a little thin on the criticism side, with the photos accompanying the essays doing most of the heavy work.  (Though he includes classics like Sunrise and Pandora’s Box in Moments, I find his statement “But I don’t know that I would ever have fallen in love with silent cinema” a little curious for a respected film historian.)

The first book of Thomson’s I read as a budding film fan was Suspects—a page-turning novel that had much fun with the style known as film noir, using characters from old movies to tell a most interesting and suspenseful tale.  If you were to ask me to recommend an essential Thomson book, I’d go with ‘Have You Seen…?’—but I wouldn’t hesitate to suggest that Moments is a most welcome primer for those just getting their foot in the door.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Dodged a bullet on that one!


While my sister and her family were visit-a-tating Rancho Yesteryear over the holidays, WSB-TV, the ABC affiliate in Atlanta, started televising a “crawl” at the bottom of the screen warning Charter Cable subscribers that come January 1, 2014, they might not see WSB or digital subchannel Me-TV on their system…and they were nice enough to provide Charter’s toll-free number so that we could call them and let them know we’d like to keep WSB and Me-TV.

I’m not going to lie to you.  The very notion of losing one of the few stations I watch (that would be Me-TV) made me panicky at first…but instead of throwing a big stinky fit, I carefully reasoned that I have enough classic TV-on-DVD in the dusty Thrilling Days of Yesteryear archives to help me weather the ensuing storm.  So my Concern-o-Meter was registering low numbers…but what really brought on unbridled joy was the idea that my father would be forced to go through a bout of local news withdrawal.

Yes, I know you think I’m being a meanie.  Honestly, I’m not a cruel man…at least, I don’t think I am.  Being denied access to WSB would be tough love for Dad.  The man watches—by my calculations—an estimated three-and-a-half hours of WSB news on the weekdays.  He watches the noon telecast, then switches over to Channel 2 at 4 and watches more news for two hours until Mom calls him in for dinner.  He’ll bolt dinner in roughly the same amount of time it takes a pit crew to change a tire during a NASCAR race, and then get to the TV set to finish the news at 6:30…he’d watch until 7, but he likes to listen to Brian Williams’ nightly pronouncements at that time.  He’s not a casual news watcher—he’s a junkie with a serious habit.

I’ve talked about my Dad’s news obsession on the blog in the past…and in all honesty, it’s probably petty of me to endlessly mock the subject—but I’m powerless to resist.  Local news is the worst.  If they’re not clogging the airwaves with mindless stories of stabbings, shootings, car crashes, water main breaks or fires, they’re pandering to the lowest common denominator exploiting children who are missing or have life-threatening diseases.  (I have compassion for these kids, I really do—I just get nauseated at the freak show the local news people make of their day-to-day existence.)  It wouldn’t be so bad if it were just one hour out of the day…but when he’s finished watching at noon, he returns to it at four—and the news has not changed one iota.  “Dad,” says I, “the reason the stories repeat is because no one is supposed to sit down and watch three hours of this stuff—the actual tolerance level has been measured at twenty minutes, tops.”

When my father is not watching WSB…he’s watching MSNBC.  We can debate the merits or demerits of this cable talk fest at a later date (or if you’re in tune with any of my right-leaning friends on Facebook, the debate pretty much goes on all the time) but I’m positively flummoxed as to how someone can sit there hour after hour after hour listening to same tired political talking points being regurgitated constantly.  The script never changes—only the talking heads do.

So with the news that Charter pulled the plug on WSB last night at midnight—right in the middle of Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve, too, which I also found hilarious—I was actually anticipating the thrill of watching dear ol’ Dad go through severe withdrawal from not being able to watch Channel 2’s news.  I had Me-TV on in the back bedroom earlier today, and all that was on it was a ticker from Charter announcing how disgusted it was that WSB was demanding a higher fee to allow the system to continue to carry the station.  (Maybe I’m talking out of turn here…but if anyone should refrain from lecturing about charging higher fees, it’s Charter.)  Well, around 1:30pm Me-TV was restored to Charter’s graces (right in the middle of a Gunsmoke rerun I had already seen) and WSB came back shortly after, meaning sanity has now been restored to the House of Yesteryear.  (If I were a betting man, I’d gamble that today’s Capital One Bowl game—Wisconsin squaring off with the South Carolina Gamecocks—brought both parties to the negotiating table quicker than expected.)

Well. It was nice while it lasted.  Tonight, I will drift off into dreams of a local news-free household, and life will be good.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Last post in 2013!


I thought it would be appropriate to squeeze in one more post before we wipe the slate clean and start a brand new year in 2014.  If you’re hoping to see a list of what was good about 2013…well, I’m going to have to disappoint you.  I didn’t see enough new or old movies this year to qualify for a Top Ten, and I’d rationalize this by saying I’ll try harder in 2014 but I’d also be fibbing.  Actually, the best Top Ten list I’ve read this year can be found at my good friend Dr. Film’s blog—a ranking of the best film preservation stories in 2013.  (Ben Model’s Accidentally Preserved collection made the list…and I’ll have some additional news and a review of the second volume in that series sometime in 2014.)

The holiday season here at Rancho Yesteryear was one of the best; my youngest sister Debbie spent Christmas with us, accompanied by her husband Craige and daughter Rachel.  There were good eats, much merriment (we had mimosas on Christmas morning—and those of you who know me well know that I am a man who likes his mimosas) and the initiation of niece Rachel into the wonderful world of classic film.  Christmas Eve Eve, I announced my intention to watch Miracle on 34th Street (a yearly tradition, of course) back in my bedroom environs while my sports junkie parents and the rest devoured football and basketball…and I asked Rachel if she would be interested in seeing it.  She told me would very much like to, and though I stressed to her before the feature presentation that this was an older movie, I apparently did not emphasize it forcefully enough because as the opening credits rolled, she cried out: “You didn’t tell me this was in black-and-white!”  But I’m happy to report that this did not deter her from enjoying the movie (she thought the scene where Kris Kringle is able to converse with the little Dutch immigrant girl “adorable”), and in fact, we watched It’s a Wonderful Life together on Christmas Eve.  I think she had seen a portion of it before, because she remembered the scene where the dancers at the high school fall into the swimming pool.  (By the way—it’s not easy explaining to your niece why you’re a sobbing mess after Life concludes.)

She also inquired as to whether I had The Music Man on hand—which I had recorded off The Greatest Cable Channel Known to Mankind™ a few years back, and so I spent most of Christmas Eve morning trying to locate it in my boxes o’discs.  (You won’t believe this, I know—but it was in the very last box I looked in.  It always is.)  We watched Man on Christmas night, and she loved it as well; but there is often a price to pay in schooling younger people in this sort of thing in that you have to occasionally allow yourself to sit down with something they enjoy.  I had bought her the DVD of the 2013 documentary One Direction: This is Us for Christmas, and I agreed to watch it with her on the night after Christmas.  It wasn’t bad—I think the part I enjoyed most was watching Martin Scorsese become a gushing fanboy with his granddaughters in tow—though in all honesty, I’m not the target audience for those kind of movies.  (The doc was directed by Fairmont, WV native Morgan Spurlock…whose Super Size Me documentary was a request by Rach a couple of visits back except her folks vetoed it because it’s unrated.  Rach told me that she finally got to watch it in school, in a version that made a small edit or two due to language.)

I already shared with you on the blog the news of two Christmas gifts I was going to receive: the Naked City: The Complete Series box set and the Laurel & Hardy: The Essential Collection.  These two gifts (what can I say—I have great taste) were supplemented by volumes 1 and 2 of Have Gun – Will Travel: The Sixth and Final Season, courtesy of my BBFF Stacia (what can I say—she has great taste).  In addition, both of my sisters generously sent me some Amazon gift cards…and with this largesse I was able to purchase a Blu-ray burner/player for the computer, so I have now officially made the leap into the 21st century.  (Which is scary…a cellphone might be next.)

I also want to take a moment to thank everyone who sent a Christmas card my way: I received warm holiday wishes from Brandie (and her saucy Laszlo), Laura, Bill “Get away from my outside decorations, you hooligans!” Crider, Toby, Rodney and my old Morgantown pal Kim.  But the winner for this year’s most offbeat card came courtesy of the folks from The Lightning Bug’s Lair (Zachary), Gonna Put Me in the Movies (B. Goode) and Three Makes a Collection (Peggy)—hey, the family that blogs together stays together—which I will share with you here:


“Ron,” in case you don’t recognize him off the bat, is adult film star Ron Jeremy.  Explaining to the ‘rents who Ron was constituted high hilarity (plus they didn’t quite understand why I was rolling around on the floor laughing); I just want to say that I would trade them in for cool parents like Zach’s (Zach confessed on Facebook: “Best family picture ever!”) in a New York minute.  (Okay, I probably wouldn’t.  But don’t think for a moment I’m not envious.)

So what’s in store for Thrilling Days of Yesteryear in 2014?  Well, I have truly been making an honest effort to get more content up on the blog, and I think you’ll have to agree that this month has had the most compared to all the rest of the months in 2013.  I’m working on movie and book reviews, plus the continuation of Serial Saturdays (Riders of Death Valley will be completed soon and I’m interviewing candidates for our next presentation) and (heaven help us all) Doris Day(s).  I hope that my rewarding associations with Radio Spirits and ClassicFlix continue, too.  For everyone who stops by the blog now and then, I want to wish you all a joyous and prosperous New Year’s—now let’s hit the mimosas!  (Oh, the image on the left comes from Pretty Clever Films—who gave me a nice shout-out in April and I just now came across it.  Mea maxima culpa and thanks for the plug!)

Monday, December 30, 2013

Doris Day(s) #13: “The Relatives” (12/31/68, prod. no #8541)


I had a teensy delay with this week’s edition of Doris Day(s)…and here’s the explanation.  Today’s episode, “The Relatives,” was the thirteenth show telecast…yet for some odd reason, it’s presented as the last show on the first season DVD set (something that was driving me nuts because I knew I had already watched it but couldn’t remember where it was).  As to the explanation for this—quien sabe?

But leave us draw the curtain back on today’s tableau, which finds Buck Webb (Denver Pyle) helping his hopped-up-on-sugar grandsons Billy (Philip Brown) and Toby Martin (Tod Starke) with their knapsacks.  Three episodes after “The Camping Trip,” the men of the Double Bar W are going on another excursion into the Great Outdoors…sans Buck’s Indian pal, Joe Whitecloud, though handyman Leroy B. Semple Simpson (James Hampton) has been asked along…


LEROY: We better get started if we’re gonna make sure we find us a good campsite…
BUCK: Don’t you feel good?
LEROY: Well…no, sir—why?
BUCK: I never known you to start a day before without a man-sized breakfast in ya…
LEROY: Well, I thought Mrs. Martin and Juanita wouldn’t be up this early…

Because that’s really the only purpose Doris and Juanita (Naomi Stevens) serve on this show—cooking for the menfolk.  And why is it necessary for them to “find” a campsite—they didn’t have that problem in “Camping Trip”…

BUCK: Don’t you think I can whip up breakfast for the four of us?
LEROY: Oh…oh, yes sir!  But…I thought it might be easier if we stopped at a diner along the way…
BUCK: Leroy…if you don’t like my cookin’ just come out and say so…don’t whistle around the bush about it!
LEROY: It’s not that—you cook fine, Mr. Webb!  But I thought we might have us a king-size belly whopper at the Pizza Pagoda…

The “Pizza Pagoda” was mentioned in last week’s episode, “Buck’s Girl,” and apparently is the ne plus ultra of fine cuisine in the sleepy little California town of Cotina.  Before the concept of twenty-four eating establishments took hold across this great land of ours, every town had a joint that was open all night.  (In Savannah, for example, it was a restaurant called The Kettle—which was later torn down and replaced by a Denny’s, the one next to the La Quinta where I once worked.)  The idea of having pizza for breakfast appeals to the young Martin boys, who are no doubt weary of the usual items on the menu: baklava, crème brĂ»lĂ©e, etc.

Buck vetoes the idea of chomping down on pizza for the first meal of the day (the man obviously never attended college) and his protests are loud enough to wake the women in the household, who venture sleepily down the back stairs.


DORIS: Well, we just thought we’d come down and say goodbye and see you all off…
BUCK: Well, you’ve got another hour of sleep yet!
JUANITA: Oh, not with you making all that racket
TOBY: Grandpa’s making breakfast this morning!
DORIS: Grandpa’s going to make breakfast?  Isn’t that nice!
BUCK: Well, I was…but since you’re here, I’ll have mine scrambled well…
BILLY: Me, too!
TOBY: Me, too!
LEROY: Well, as long as we’re…I’d like to have mine…
DORIS (firmly): Scrambled

As Doris and Juanita began breakfast preparations because female, Leroy asks the Widow Martin if she’s still planning to “overhaul the house this weekend”:

DORIS: You mean wallpapering and painting?  Yeah, we’re going to overhaul it…
BUCK: I don’t like it…I think the two of you are in over your head…wallpaperin’ and paintin’ is man’s work…
DORIS (interrupting): We want to do it…now…we’re looking forward to it, aren’t we, Juanita?

“Speak for yourself, Chiquita—I was perfectly happy sleeping in this morning.”  Curiously, though the task of wallpapering and painting has been designated as “man’s work” in the Webb household, slaving over a hot stove is strictly for those with ladyparts.  But because Buck has only been chipped out of the ice for a short time, he’s unconvinced that fragile flowers like Doris and Juanita can get the job done.


DORIS: Now, look…we discussed and we agreed…
BUCK: The only we that agreed around here was you and Juanita…now…I said the place could use a little touchin’ up here and there…but what you’ve got in mind is a major project!  You ought to call in Ernie and Ben—they’re professionals…
DORIS: Ben and…oh—are you kidding?  Now that is really silly…we can do it just as good as Ben and Ernie…or better…
BUCK: Thinkin’ you can do somethin’ and doin’ it is two different things now…

Wow, Buck…that’s just…wow  Buck can clearly see he’s on the losing end of this argument (nothing new there), so he tells Doris to stay out of his room because “I like it just the way it is.”

DORIS: Your room?  Your room’s the worst one of all…those walls are so drab and dull…
BUCK: That’s my two favorite colors…drab and dull…so just stay away from them…

While this conversation has been taking place, Doris has been cracking eggs into a blender—a rather novel way to make scrambled eggs, to be sure…but she has to do it this way because otherwise what comedy that happens next could not take place.  Leroy volunteers to make the toast, and in getting the toaster he unplugs Doris’ blender…so when Dodo turns on the blender, naturally nothing happens.  She opens the blender at the same time Leroy re-plugs in the appliance…


…and vee-ola!  An egg shampoo!  “You nincompoop!” hollers Buck, as is his wont.  Leroy stammers out an apology for being such a dumbass, but Doris takes it in stride.  “Well, at least now I know what to paint the kitchen,” she says philosophically.  “Scrambled egg yellow.”  (Oh, Dor…you are a doodle.)


There’s a brief scene of Doris giving her brood kisses goodbye, and issuing the standard parental instructions—behave yourselves, listen to Grandpa and Leroy, yadda yadda yadda.  Leroy is in the driver’s seat, punching various buttons…which is how Buck gets momentarily stuck in the back window as he’s placing a carton of items in with the kids.  (Leroy, you’re incorrigible!)

BUCK (angrily): Do you know what you are, boy?!!
LEROY: Does it start with “n”?
BUCK: You’re a nincompoop!  That’s what you are!  Now don’t touch a thing until I tell you!

“I’m warning you, Dobbs!”  And the menfolk are off to go camping and eat with their hands and all that other rites of passage stuff.  A scene shift finds domestic Juanita hovering over the Hoover as Doris carries in a ladder, paint cans, paint rollers and several rolls of wallpaper so the Great Redecorating Project can commence.


DORIS: I figured we could make up for the time we’re going to need for eating and sleeping…mostly eating…
JUANITA: Oh, you know—just that thought makes me very hungry…very tired…
DORIS: You want to rest?
JUANITA: Yes!

“I wanted to do that this morning, before you decided to open up the freakin’ kitchen!”  Doris is still not sure what kind of paper she’s going to put on Billy and Toby’s walls—if she’s asking for suggestions, I submit she should just pad the darn things.  She puts two designs up against the window to get Juanita’s opinion, and the housekeeper suggests Doris separate the two patterns so she can get a better feel…


…and that’s when we get the first glimpse of one of this week’s guest stars—“Alan Sues!” as we might exclaim if we were on radio.

Alan is playing the part of Edgar Semple Simpson…but at the time of the airing of this episode, he was just starting to make a name for himself as a regular on Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In, which would finish the 1968-69 television season as the #1 program in the Nielsen ratings.  Sues portrayed kid show host Uncle Al, the Kiddie’s Pal (“Uncle Al had to take a lot of medicine last night…”) and a fey sportscaster named Big Al, who punctuated his reports with the ringing of a bell (which he called his “tinkle”).  Though he never publicly disclosed his homosexuality, Alan’s campy Laugh-In characters—as well as his later portrayal of Peter Pan in some memorable 70s commercials for the peanut butter brand—were at that time one of the few instances when audiences saw a fearless gay man on TV (outside of game-show panelists Paul Lynde, Charles Nelson Reilly, etc.).  Sues also appeared in the classic Twilight Zone episode “The Masks” (where at age 38 he plays the world’s oldest college student) and his film roles include the Doris Day-James Garner romp Move Over, Darling (1963) and The Americanization of Emily (1964).

DORIS: There’s a man outside!
JUANITA: What man?
DORIS: Look for yourself!


Dor pulls the wallpapers apart again…only to see a different face in character great Robert Easton.  Easton’s wizardry with dialects earned him the nickname of “the Henry Higgins of Hollywood”; in the years before his death in 2011 he worked as a dialect coach on such films as Scarface (1983), Good Will Hunting (1997) and The Last King of Scotland (2006)…and he demonstrated his versatility in both the 1961 film Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea and a memorable Get Smart two-parter, “The Little Black Book” (he played Maestro, a German agent).  Most of the time, however, Bob was the go-to guy for hillbillies: among his most unforgettable portrayals were the brother of Gunsmoke’s Chester Goode in the episode “Magnus,” and a hilarious bit in the Abbott & Costello vehicle Comin ‘Round the Mountain (1951)—in which his character of Luke McCoy (not to be confused with Dick Crenna on The Real McCoys) continually (and proudly) claims: “I’m tetched…I got kicked in the head by a mule!”  (I don’t think a day has gone by at Rancho Yesteryear when my father hasn’t referenced that line—and he despises Bud & Lou’s movies with every fiber of his reality show-loving being.)  Easton did a lot of old-time radio work; he had roles on The Harold Peary Show and Meet Millie, but is best known as Lester Nelson, neighbor to Fibber McGee & Molly when their show shifted to a five-day-a-week quarter-hour format in 1953.  (Bob was also a one-time “Quiz Kid”!)

JUANITA: Do you know him?
DORIS: I didn’t know the first one!
JUANITA: What first one?!!

Well, let’s not keep the ladies in suspense any longer—it’s time to explain their presence on the show.  (And no offense to Alan Sues…but Easton kind of walks away with this episode as Albert Semple Simpson—seriously, he’s the saving grace.)

EDGAR: Howdy!  I hope I didn’t give you a start at the window…
DORIS: Well, you did a little…
EDGAR: Oh, I’m sorry…my name is Edgar Simpson—and this here is my brother Albert…
(Edgar reaches out the front door to pull Albert in)
ALBERT: Hi!  (Chuckles goofily)

Both Doris and Juanita are a little flummoxed that the two men know who they are—which Edgar is able to explain by relating that he’s received many a letter from Cousin Leroy, who does a pretty good job describing people in his dispatches to home.  Edgar and Albert are kin to Leroy, as is this man who’s introduced as an afterthought…


…Cousin Herman—played by character great Dennis Fimple.  You know Dennis as Grandpa Hugo in the Rob Zombie-directed opus, House of 1000 Corpses (2003)…and those of us a bit older have seen him as Kyle Murtry, a member of the Hole in the Wall Gang that appeared occasionally on Alias Smith and Jones.  We’ve already made Dennis’ acquaintance in a past installment of Twisted Television—he was the mechanic that Gomer Pyle briefly mistook for Cousin Goober in the Gomer Pyle, USMC episode “Gomer Goes Home.”  

EDGAR (to Herman): This is Mrs. Martin…one of Cousin Leroy’s bosses
HERMAN: But you just seen me meet her, Edgar…
EDGAR: Just put out your hand and do it proper!
(Herman vigorously shakes Doris’ hand)
EDGAR: Say, Mrs. Martin…you can’t tell us where Cousin Leroy is, can you?
DORIS: Oh…you know, he’s going to be so disappointed…he just left early this morning with my father and my two sons on a weekend camping trip…
ALBERT (drawling): That’s too bad…
EDGAR: Well, I guess we might as well be goin’ on…when you see Cousin Leroy, would you tell him we’ll come back sometime?

Now…you and I know that if these guys depart there’ll be no episode this week (don’t think I can’t hear you cheering out there) so Doris reminds them that she has a maid who’ll make coffee…and she also asks if they might want to “freshen up a bit.”  (Day kind of gulps this last part, which is pretty funny.)  She’ll even throw in a few stacks of buttermilk pancakes!

ALBERT: Oh…well, that’s mighty hospitable of you, ma’am!  We’d be honored!  (Another goofy laugh)
EDGAR (hitting him in the shoulder): There you go again, Albert!  Stepping out of line!  I’m the oldest one—I get to make the decisions!  (After a pause) That’s mighty hospitable of you, ma’am—we’d be honored…

The three cousins devour the batch of pancakes and are most grateful to Juanita for the grub—Edgar tells her he’d like to have the recipe, and a puzzled Juanita is told by Albert: “He does all our cookin’.”  As Edgar and the group head back to the living room, he hits Doris in the ass with the kitchen door (she bent down to pick up one of the paint brushes) but she waves it off.


ALBERT: We’d sure like to repay you for your kindness…
DORIS: Albert, it’s okay…
HERMAN: We could chop you up a cord of wood in no time!
DORIS: Herman, I really don’t need any wood!  In fact, there just isn’t anything you can do around here…just being Leroy’s cousins is enough for me…
EDGAR: Well, this room sure looks like it needs some help…
DORIS: Well…we’re just going to do a little spring cleaning…you know, a little wallpapering here, a little painting…not much…
EDGAR: Albert!  Herman!  You heard her…time’s a wastin’!
ALBERT: I’ll start vacuumin’ in here!
DORIS: Oh, Albert…
EDGAR: And I’ll paint the kitchen!
DORIS: Oh, listen…I appreciate this…but…
HERMAN (snapping his fingers): I seen some rugs out on the porch that I can clean for ya…
DORIS: But…
HERMAN: I got it, got it, got it…


Albert heads to the vacuum cleaner…and in true sitcom fashion, he puts the silly thing in reverse, spewing dust and dirt everywhere (“Isn’t it supposed to suck the dirt in—not suck it out?”).  Doris looks helplessly at Juanita and remarks: “We’re being repaid for our kindness.”

Because this episode relies a lot on slapstick and physical humor, this write-up is going to be a bit shorter than our usual Dodo presentations.  Back from commercial break, Juanita is in a state because “that crazy Edgar is going to paint the kitchen red!”  Doris doesn’t understand how this can be so (“I only bought off-white”) until her housekeeper informs her that he’s added a few cans of tomato soup to the mix.  Doris races into the kitchen to head off the impending disaster.


DORIS: Well, I really don’t want to hold up your trip because…you know, I know that you have a whole trip planned…
EDGAR: Oh nonsense, ma’am!  I wasn’t really wanting to go anyway…
DORIS: Oh…really?
EDGAR: No!  We were just going over to see cousin Jesse Higgins ‘cause Mama wanted us to…I really didn’t want to go…
DORIS: Leroy mentioned a cousin Jesse Higgins…
EDGAR: Well, then you know what kind of people they are!
DORIS: Well, no…he didn’t say much…
EDGAR: Well, ma’am…I’m not one to gossip…but that whole family’s really crude…as a matter of fact, I know cousin Jesse only shaves three times a week
DORIS: Well, a lot of men don’t like to shave, you know…
EDGAR: Cousin Jesse’s a woman

An obvious joke, yes…but I like the way Sues sells it.  Doris is able to talk Edgar out of painting the kitchen red even though he’s not particularly wild about her choice (white), so while he heads out for a new can of paint Dor watches Herman out in the backyard, beating rugs.  She sees her electric blanket on the “to be beaten” pile and runs out to explain that he can skip that particular one.

Back in the kitchen, Juanita asks Edgar if he’s received Doris’ instructions that the kitchen is to be painted white.  He answers in the affirmative, but explains that it’s a pity he has to throw out all that red paint.  As he talks to Juanita, he shakes the paint brush outside the window…


…hi-jinks!  Edgar tells Doris he’ll go get something to take off those spots, and the hapless Doris—after briefly conversing with Juanita that there’s nothing she can do about the Family Simpson without hurting their feelings—heads upstairs to rid herself of her “measles” when she’s stopped by Albert, who’s finishing his living room vacuuming…

ALBERT: Are you feelin’ okay, Mrs. Martin?  You sure look like you’re comin’ down with somethin’…
DORIS: Oh, I’m fine, Albert…
ALBERT: But them spots on your face…
DORIS: Albert…when I’m happy, my freckles change color

Albert wants to know what else he can do once the living room is finished…and though Doris tells him everything is jake he offers to go upstairs and help her with her project…so she suggests he go outside and chop some firewood.

Doris heads up to the boys’ room, where she hopes to be able to put up the wallpaper in peace.  She slaps a little glue on the back of the paper, and then goes over to the wall to apply the paper.  But she’s right behind the door to the room, and any student of sitcoms will tell you…


…that’s just asking for trouble.  Cousin Edgar—helpful Cousin Edgar—brought up some turpentine to clean the spots off her face.  “Well, that’s the darndest thing,” he declares, pulling the wallpaper off Doris.  “That stuff works better than turpentine do!”


Doris Day or Lucille Ball?  It’s hard to tell, isn’t it?

The rugs are finished, the kitchen is finished (“It’s okay…if you like off-white…”) and the firewood is chopped and stacked.  Doris had to go into town for more wallpaper (“She used a whole roll takin’ the spots off her face!”), so rather than wait until she returns to find out if there’s anything else she wants done, the Simpson clan decide to take the initiative and paint the living room.

ALBERT: What color do you figger we ought to paint it?
HERMAN: Green!  Like the bus depot over t’Higgins Point!
ALBERT: No…I like orange…like the lobby of the Bijou Theater back home…


“I can’t believe you’re my brothers!” screeches Edgar.  “Orange!  Green!  You don’t have no taste at all!”  He explains to his brothers that this is not a depot or a theater but a house—and I can’t do it justice, but the way Easton deadpans “Yes…this is a house” literally sent me to the floor laughing.

HERMAN: What color are you hankerin’ for, Edgar?
EDGAR: Lavender!

Yeah, that’s not a tell.

HERMAN: That might be nice, Albert!
ALBERT: I ain’t so sure…
EDGAR (upset): No one’s askin’ you to be sure!  I’m the one with the color sense!
ALBERT: Just ‘cause you got one blue eye and one green eye…that don’t mean you got color sense

“You ain’t got one single drop of couth!” Edgar informs his brother, and Albert leaves the house to go sit in the truck by himself.

HERMAN: You shouldn’t have said that, Edgar…about the couth
EDGAR: Well, he’s just an old poop…

You watch your phraseology!

HERMAN: But you know what’s gonna happen now…and if Ma finds out…she’s gonna be awful mad!  Remember the whuppin’ you got last time?


Sues’ reaction to this is hysterical, and so are his efforts to get Easton’s character out of the truck by simultaneously threatening and pleading.  Finally, he gives up.  “You have more couth…than anybody in Chautau County,” he admits.

Albert agrees to come out of the truck, and Sues scores another comic bulls-eye by plaintively asking him: “You ain’t gonna tell Ma, are ya?”  But even though Albert has left the confines of the Simpson lorry, he’s still insistent that the Martin living room be bathed in orange paint, setting Edgar off again…and Albert back to the truck.

After a short scene where Edgar finally gives in and agrees to paint the room orange, there is a dissolve to Doris bidding the Simpson clan a fond fare-thee-well…


DORIS: …and I’ll be sure and tell Leroy you were here…
EDGAR: Sorry to have missed him, ma’am…but was mighty glad to help you!
ALBERT: I just wished we could’ve stayed longer and done more
DORIS: Oh…listen…
HERMAN: Things worked out real well, didn’t they, ma’am?
DORIS: Real well…

Doris is, of course, just being polite…because once company is down the road, she collapses on a bench in the front yard.


JUANITA: Come on, Doris…you can’t just sit there…you’ve got to come in and face it…
DORIS: Do I have to?
JUANITA: You got a better idea?
DORIS: Uh-uh…
JUANITA: Come on—we haven’t got much time…they’re going to be here in a little while and there’s so much to do!
DORIS: Okay, Juanita…okay, I’ll be there…
JUANITA: Oh, boy—it’s a lucky thing your dad locked his room…
DORIS: He should have locked this house!

The implication here is that the Simpsons Three did paint the living room to look like a Howard Johnson’s…but alas, there wasn’t enough money in the budget to convey this and a potentially hilarious gag falls flat.  So let’s get to the ending on this, and believe me—there’s not much of one.

Buck and the boys return home to see the house in fine shape; the boys run up to their room to check out the new wallpaper, and Buck is dumbfounded.  “I didn’t think you and Juanita had it in you,” he beams.  “This is real professional—Ernie and Ben couldn’t have done it this good…”


Well, you should have seen that coming a mile away.  Ernie and Ben emerge from the kitchen, apologizing to Doris that they weren’t able to finish everything at one time.  The guy on the left playing Ben, actor Bard Stevens, didn’t do anything too noteworthy (though he will return for two additional Doris outings) but the guy on the right (Ernie) is Pat Cranshaw (billed here as J.P. Cranshaw), who you’ll recognize as Joseph “Blue” Pulaski from Old School (2003—“You’re my boy, Blue!”).  Cranshaw also had recurring roles on Alice (as Andy) and After MASH (as Bob Scannell), and will also turn up in later Doris Day episodes.

As for the coda…Doris and Buck have settled in for the evening; she’s doing some mending and he asks about getting some coffee.  She stabs herself with a needle, and makes a statement that she’s accident-prone.

DORIS: I really am, I’m accident-prone…you know, that happens to a lot of people…
BUCK: You’re not accident-prone…
DORIS: Oh yes, I am…
BUCK: No, just people like Leroy and his cousins make people think they are…
DORIS: Well, what are you supposed to do when you’re around Leroy—run out of the room?

Not a bad idea, come to think of it.

BUCK: Just be on your guard and…stand perfectly still…

And so Doris takes Buck’s advice when Leroy enters the living room—Doris waits until Leroy stops prattling on about hearing from his cousins, and then she asks him to take care of a ladder in the kitchen.  Leroy goes back into the kitchen to take the ladder to the basement…and while he’s doing that, Buck asks again about that coffee—but Doris is staying put until she’s sure Leroy is in the basement.

“I’m not afraid of him—I’ll get it myself,” declares Buck.  Wait for it…


After being hit in the nose with the door, Buck then calls Leroy a nincompoop for the third time in this episode as he chases him into the kitchen, prompting Doris to give out with a girlish laugh and me to breathe a sigh of relief that we’re done for the week.


Next time on Doris Day(s)…well, anytime a show like this features a guest star it might signal that there’ll be a few laughs to be had.  But even an old pro like Strother Martin can’t help The Doris Day Show…and in “Love a Duck,” he’ll learn that what we have here is a failure to anticipate.  Until that time—toodle-oo!

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Riders of Death Valley – Chapter 12: Thundering Doom



OUR STORY SO FAR:  Kirby appoints Davis deputy marshal with orders to arrest Jim Benton for murder.

Wolf, after placing his men at strategic spots for a surprise attack on the mine, orders Davis to serve the warrant on Benton.

Jim, questioning Davis’s authority, orders him off the premises.

Mary runs in to Tex and the others, who have just finished planting a fuse for a terrific blast in the mine tunnel, and tells them Jim is in trouble.

They rush out only to…

Honest to my grandma, I’m beginning to think that in between postings things happen in this serial that completely escape my notice.  I don’t remember Kirby appointing Davis anything—the guy (James Guilfoyle) who answers to “Judge Knox” is the only one with the legal muscle to do that.  Also, too: you cannot use the words “Wolf” and “strategic” in the same sentence…unless it’s something like “Wolf Reade has the strategic skills of a four-year-old destroying toy cars.”  (Little shout-out to my nephew there…)


What the crawl this week left out is that Jim Benton (Dick Foran) and Mary Morgan (Jean Brooks) ducked back into the mine, only to be followed by ineffectual henchmen Butch (Lon Chaney, Jr.) and Trigger (Jack Rockwell).  There’s a patently phony fist fight between Jim, Butch and Trig (Mary is careful to remain out of the way, content to just prepare coffee and sandwiches) leading up to a honkin’ big explosion, the result of a candle being shot off the wall of the cave and landing on that fuse planted by Tex (Glenn Strange) and the others.  Surprisingly, there is no gi-normous cave-in…but the noise does attract the attention of Tombstone (Buck Jones) and Tex, who have been exchanging much gunfire with some of the other men in the employ of Wolf Reade (Charles Bickford).

TOMBSTONE: Where’s Jim?
TEX: I don’t know…

“Not my day to watch him!”  Tombstone wonders if it’s possible Jim was in that part of the mine that blowed up real good, and so he instructs Tex and a couple of other men to keep him covered while he investigates.  When Tombstone enters the mine, he witnesses a rock dust-covered Jim and Mary getting to their feet, and Mary cries out: “Jim!  They’re still alive!”


Tombstone and Jim help the bad guys to their feet, and while Tomb would like nothing better than to introduce his fists to Butch’s bridgework, Jim calls him off.  “They’ve got some talking to do!”

And at Wolf’s command post, his goon Rusty (Ethan Laidlaw) has made his way back after escaping the clutches of Jim and the miners.


WOLF: Where ya been?
RUSTY: Benton was holdin’ us prisoners…
WOLF: Where’s Butch and Trigger?
RUSTY: They was in the blast…
WOLF: Are you sure of that?
RUSTY (nods): They was after Benton and the girl when it went off…

For a moment…one can almost detect a brief flash of regret on Wolf’s face at the news that his number one suck-up has perished in a mine explosion.


Nah, I’m just jinkin’ ya…he doesn’t care one bit.  The shootout between Wolf’s men and the miners continues…

WOLF: How many are there over there?
RUSTY: Oh…fifteen or twenty…
WOLF: Too many for us

So Wolf decides a tactical retreat would be the prudent choice in the matter, and he yells at the others to head for the hills—“if you get scattered, meet at the cabin!”  With the cessation of hostilities, Tex, Borax Bill (Guinn “Big Boy” Williams) and Pancho (Leo Carrillo) race over to the cave entrance in time to see Jim, Tomb and Mary leading the recaptured prisoners out of the mine.  Tombstone directs Pancho and Tex to take them back over to the stockade, while Borax cautions that they’d better “hobble ‘em” unless they want to see them escape again.  (Time will prove Bill right on this score, by the way.)


BORAX: Hey!  What are we gonna do with the rest of ‘em?
JIM: Oh, let ‘em go…we gotta get this ore into town…

“And besides…we’ve still got three more chapters in this thing.”  There follows some stock footage of Wolf and five other riders heading back to the Hideout…and since we can assume that four of them constitute Wolf, Rusty, Dirk (Roy Barcroft) and Pete Gump (Richard Alexander)—the other two can’t be Butch or Trigger because they’ve been captured.  But to be honest, it doesn’t matter a damn because after a screen wipe, the number of riders has been whittled down to four as they reach the cabin.  (Wolf clearly resides in a bad neighborhood!)


Do all of them sleep in that cabin, I wonder?  It doesn’t look big enough to sleep six.  Well, that speculation will have to wait because a man rides up just as Wolf and the others dismount…and that man is Rance Davis (Monte Blue), deputy marshal and brown-noser to master villain Joseph Kirby (James Blaine).  Rance is not afforded the courtesy of dismounting, because before he can get off his horse Wolf snarls: “Don’t get off your horse…go back to town and tell Kirby you fell down on the job…”  (I bet Rance says once he’s out of earshot: “You just wait to find out what I’m really going to tell Kirby…I’ll tell him I was the hero, but that you bungled the whole thing…yeah, that’s the ticket!”)

Back at the mine, the men are preparing wagons to carry the rich ore back to Panamint.


JIM: Hey, Tomb…didja ever think we’d get these freighters fixed up so that they can stand the trip?
TOMBSTONE: Well, if we don’t, they can always say we tried…

What a strange, strange line.

JIM: Well, I sure hope we can…’cause we got enough ore to fill these and then some…hello, Mary!
MARY: Hello, Jim…
JIM: What are you doing?
MARY: I’m just taking some nice cold water down to the boys who are opening up that new vein…

“And I made coffee and sandwiches.”  Jim gallantly offers to go with Mary and carry the canteens of water.  The camera lingers on the wagon preparations for a while longer, and then fades to black.  (Can you feel the excitement?)

In the next scene, we have another one of those painfully unfunny comic exchanges between Pancho and Borax…


PANCHO: How much money are we gonna get for this gold ore by going to town?
BORAX: Plenty!
PANCHO: How much is plenty?
BORAX: Too much is plenty—don’t bother me with calculations!

This, of course, allows Pancho to do pretty much what has become his trademark throughout the serial—mispronounce words like “calculations.”  (It never gets old…much.)  “All right, boys,” Jim cries out in the saddle, “let’s roll!”  Pancho adds a “let’s went” to that and they’re off for Panamint.  Salty (Edmond Cobb), the Noah-Beery-Jr.-replacement who’s been put in charge of watching prisoners Butch and Trigger, waves goodbye to the caravan…little suspecting that the two men are feverishly working on an escape plan in order to keep this thing in motion for another three chapters.


TRIGGER: Hey, Butch…there they go…loaded up and headed for town… (They watch as Jim and his men pull out) I thought you was gonna do somethin’ about it?
BUTCH: I am…soon as they get far enough away…it’s a long haul to Panamint…

Something for which I am mighty grateful, by the way—because I’m only exaggerating slightly that about 75% of this chapter involves watching the miners caravan make their toward town.  But there’s a break in the action—Jim has stopped along the trail!


JIM (to Mary): Well, there’s the trail to the Johnson claim…you sure you don’t want somebody to go with you?
MARY: No, Jim…you need every man you got…I’ll have the Johnson miners over to our place in no time…

“Yeah…but who’s going to make our coffee and sandwiches while you’re gone?”  So Mary separates from the rest of the group, and the caravan lumbers along.  We then fade back toward the mine stockade, where Salty continues to keep an eye on the prisoners.  Now…don’t get me wrong; I like Salty—he’s a pleasant enough chap…but he’s just a little out of his depth at this turnkey business.  He let these guys escape in the previous chapter, and I won’t keep you in suspense any longer…he’s about to do it again.


BUTCH: Hey, fella…how ‘bout the makin’s for a cigarette?
SALTY: You fellas ain’t got anythin’ comin’…
BUTCH: Why, even in jail they give you a smoke…
SALTY: All right…step back…
(Salty pulls the cigarette “makin’s” out of his pocket and sets them down on one of the wooden sticks comprising the “jail”)
BUTCH (as Trigger rolls a cigarette): Thanks…I see you got your high-grade on the road to Panamint…
SALTY: Yeah…in spite of you and Wolf…
BUTCH: Yeah…I guess Wolf shouldn’t have tried to buck Benton…

Buck Benton being Jim’s twin brother.  (Little trivia for those of you still watching this thing.)

BUTCH: …Benton’s a little too smart for him…
SALTY: You’re right!

Once again, Salty demonstrates a startling carelessness: he reaches back toward the wooden bars for his “makin’s,” allowing Trigger to grab his left arm through the bars.  Salty tries to draw his pistol with the other hand, but it quickly knocked unconscious by Butch.  (Believe me, it’s as phony as it sounds.)  Then the two men—this is my favorite part—open the door to the stockade…no need for a key, they just walk right out as if they’re stretching their legs.  “We gotta get to Wolf quick,” declares Butch, “to tell him about that ore.”  (Of course you do!)  Butch and Trigger hop up on a pair of horses conveniently parked outside the stockade, and it’s hi-yo Silver away!


We see another establishing shot of the long haul to Panamint (as that fershlugginer Fingal’s Cave plays incessantly in the background), coupled with a long shot of Mary taking her horse up a steep trail on her way to the Johnson digs.  From her vantage point, she is able to see Butch and Trigger hauling ass back toward Wolf’s cabin, so she hauls ass in the opposite direction, back toward the mine…


…and returns in time to see the useless Salty coming to, massaging his sore head.


SALTY: They tricked me, Mary…
MARY: I know…I saw them…we’ve got to get ready for an attack, Salty…they’re going to tell the Wolf that we don’t have any men here to protect the mine…
SALTY: They ain’t comin’ here, Mary…they’re gonna round up the Wolf pack and attack Jim and the boys on the road to Panamint!

I think that may have been the only Crosby-Hope “Road” picture I’ve not seen, by the way.

MARY: The wagons!  Of course—that’s where they’ll attack first!  I’m going to ride and tell Jim!
SALTY: It’s too late, Mary!  They’re too far down the trail!
MARY: Well, I’m not going to take the trail—I’m going to cut ‘cross the river and take the Panamint trail at Twin Rocks!

“Great idea!  And I’ll make coffee and sandwiches!”  Mary saddles up, and there’s another shot of the caravan as it moseys on toward Panamint.  The scene then shifts to Wolf’s cabin hideout, as he and the boys stand around with little to do until Wolf decides they’ll mount up and ride toward Panamint so Wolf can round up some more men (you remember what I said earlier about all those other guys vanishing mysteriously on the trek back to the hideout).  Butch and Trigger pull up on their horses, saving the other thugs a trip.


WOLF: Well!  You’re a sight for sore eyes, boys…I thought they got ya…

Awww…you see, Butch!  The big lug really does care about you.


BUTCH: Yeah…they had us for a while…but we got away…listen, Wolf—Benton’s on his way to Panamint with four wagon loads of high-grade ore…
WOLF: When they’d leave?
TRIGGER: Right after dawn…
WOLF: Good…stay on your horses—we’re ridin’!

“But…I had hoped to freshen up first!”  So, with a total of six men, Wolf and his “pack” prepare to go chasing after Jim and his small army.  And speaking of chasing…


…Mary is racing to catch up to the caravan to warn them of Wolf’s attack.  Most of what follows is various crosscutting between Mary, the Wolfpack and the caravan—soon, Mary is spotted by Wolf and his men and they give chase.  More crosscutting ensues until Jim and Company spot Mary racing up towards them on a horse that realistically would have dropped dead a while ago.

MARY: Jim!  Wolf and his gang are right over the ridge!
JIM (to the other men): Take the wagons through that cut!

The rest of the serial chapter resorts to your standard shootin’ and chasin’…but it turns out I wasn’t joking about Mary’s horse; it falls down in a heap and throws her to the ground.  A wagon starts bearing down on her, and even Jim looks like he’s going to be unable to help…