THE MONKEY MYSTERY

My mother and father never knew anything about Mitch and his friends which upon reflection was probably a good thing. Even in the 1950s world I grew up in where parents didn’t spot Jack the Ripper or Charles Manson on every street corner and where most kids were fairly free to roam in all directions after school—provided, of course, that we showed up on time for dinner—they probably wouldn’t have appreciated knowing that several times a year I made contact with a certain group of gentlemen of leisure, then also known—so as not to be confused with the homeless of today—as tramps or hobos. (My mother once had me in stitches by telling my niece, a new mother at the time, that when I was growing up she always knew where I was). Mitch was the titular head of this small group—perhaps due to the fact that he carried a monkey named Homer with him—who occasionally stopped off in my California hometown and took advantage of a nice picturesque area overlooking the town’s main high school. Not only did this spot have a large comfortable grassy area to sleep upon, but also offered a beautiful creek for water and a wooded area for shade. Best of all for their purposes it was so off the beaten path that few visited it save kids like my pals and I who were hiking up to a nearby reservoir in search of alligator lizards when we made their acquaintance. At first we were pretty cautious about them (that parental admonishment of never talking to strangers was indelibly tattooed on our brains) but we were undeniably curious too. They eventually invited into their camp, asked us lots of questions about our town, whether we like school etc. and we in turn badgered them for stories about life on the road. Not long after this some not so subtle requests for helping them with their provisions began, requests we were only too happy to help them out with. I recall going home and lifting some bread, peanut butter, slices of bologna, a few cigarettes from my mother’s pack of Kent’s and even several ounces of my father’s scotch (a special request from Mitch) which I stored in old medicine prescription bottles. The scotch was particularly important because when I added that to my stash he would smile, take a swig of the stuff and let me take Homer on my shoulder. Homer wasn’t a particularly attractive Monkey. He was lacking hair on his one shoulder and top of his head, he could have used an orthodontist (and a few breath mints) and wasn’t particularly friendly, but still the novelty of having a monkey sit on my shoulder was too much too pass on even if I really didn’t trust the little bugger.

I know there are lots of people who think Monkeys are incredibly adorable (Tarzan, Sheena and Jungle Jim, for instance) and obviously this also includes Clark and Lois in the first season’s THE MONKEY MYSTERY when they are strolling down the street and happen upon an organ grinder (predictably named Tony and played by Michael Vallon) who not only entertains the neighborhood kids with his music and the antics of his monkey Peppy (who is decked out in a Superman outfit) but who moonlights as a kind of courier getting messages to a couple of criminal agents Crane and Max ( Harry Lewis and Bill Challee). They are working with a certain government (always unnamed in 50s shows but the Cold War audience certainly didn’t need to be hit over the head to realize who this was, right?!). For a penny the hardworking Peppy hands back the payer a fortune on a slip of paper but  this time he  bungles the job and instead gives the unsuspecting Lois the note intended for the devious twosome and which concerns the arrival of Maria (Allene Roberts), the daughter of Jan Moleska (Fred Essler)  a murdered European freedom fighter and scientist whose fate has been depicted in a short prolog set in Central Europe (although looking a lot like Moose Island  to me) where the doomed scientist gives his offspring his secret formula hidden in a locket with instructions to get it to the President of the United States or it could mean “the end of freedom on Earth.” Naturally Lois, smelling a scoop, hides the information from Clark and heads out to meet the train and the inventor’s offspring, but in doing so finds that Maria has been attacked and knocked unconscious and that she is soon the recipient of the same brutal treatment. Thanks to Jimmy, who finds the original note in Lois’ office, Clark/Superman puts two and two together and flies to the rescue (leaving behind a particularly annoyed Perry White). There’s luckily a doctor on board the train (the ubiquitous Steven Carr) and Lois and Maria will survive. Still the missing locket, which the Man of Steel now realizes, must contain a formula for a defense against the atomic bomb, must be located.  It’s back to Metropolis and a plan to catch the spies but things go a bit array and not only is Jimmy nearly done in but Peppy almost bites the bullet (literally). Superman saves both though (coming through a window in a beautifully executed maneuver that is clearly George Reeves and not a stuntman), Peppy gets a banana and the nation is safe. Not certain about that protection from the A-Bomb though.

This show, written by Ben Peter Freeman and Doris Gilbert and directed by Tommy Carr, is gritty, dark (despite the monkey antics) and perhaps due to the Cold War trappings, full of permissible violence even if most of it occurs off screen (two women beaten, a an organ grinder knifed to death, the torture and execution of the scientist). No wonder the Kelloggs folks began to wonder about the suitability of the show for kids. We loved it, of course, but who was listening to us?

December 2007

CRIME WAVE

I am pleased to report that my ties to organized crime have been non-existent save for a one-time and totally unexpected meeting with a bodyguard and (reportedly) mob hit man named Sid when I was visiting Hollywood a few years ago trying (unsuccessfully) to pitch a script idea. Sid was approximately as broad as Wyoming, somewhat resembled the late actor Aldo Ray, and wore heavy black leather gloves in the 90 degree heat. Having been coached to talk football with him (the only subject he fancied other than his career choice), we chatted about the L.A. Rams for a few seconds and that was that. We did not keep in touch.

Having originally come from a small town not far from Chicago, the one time hub of mobster activity during the 1920s and 30s, my parents had a few unsavory run-ins of their own. As a school girl, my mother lived only blocks away from the site of the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre in the windy city and never forgot walking home from school and passing all the police and onlookers that infamous day. My father’s uncle, a cabbie, had part of his jaw shot off in something called the Yellow Taxi War, and when they were older and dating, my parents used to lift a few with Al Capone’s cousin who owned a tavern just out of the city. My mother remarked on more than one occasion that he was a very nice guy. Naturally, I later used this against her if I had too many beers in my college days and she began to criticize my bad habits (“Well, excuse me, Mom. At least I didn’t go out drinking with the Capone family”).

Crime Wave, the first season’s last show, is a bit of a hodgepodge that probably shouldn’t work as well as it does but thanks to Tommy Carr’s spirited direction, the dexterous (and underrated) editing of Al Joseph and Ben Peter Freeman’s energetic, if occasionally nonsensical script, the show is a highly enjoyable roller coaster of a ride. Not pausing for a second once the opening credits have rolled, we are instantly vaulted into a feverishly paced montage heightened by dramatic narration depicting rampant crime in Metropolis. The clips used to illustrate this lawlessness are culled from both earlier action-filled moments from the series itself (The Mind Machine, No Holds Barred, Night of Terror etc) as well as selected scenes lifted from old B movies (veteran character actor Lane Chandler can be spotted in one of these). If any show in the first year raised the provincial/commercial hackles of the folks at Kelloggs it would certainly be Crime Wave. Scene after scene depict not only visual mayhem of every kind, but also the screams and cries of the victims including a guy purposely crushed by an on-coming truck. No wonder several of the more gruesome and suggestive moments of the violent content was later trimmed from the circulating prints. This was rough stuff and about as far removed from the later Mr. Zero and Joey as Jethro Bodine from Sophocles.

Inspector Henderson and his force don’t seem up to the task of curbing the crime spree. Superman, “The First Citizen of Metropolis,” volunteers to get down and dirty with the criminal element that has all but run amok. Backed not only by the political muscle of the Daily Planet but by prominent attorney Walter Canby (the deliciously smooth John Eldredge) and his citizens committee, Superman sets out to “declare war on the racketeers.” As described by radio/TV announcer Carlton Avery (played by Bill Kennedy whose voice curiously changes depending on whether he is facing or looking away from the camera) Superman is “like an avenging angel sweeping all before him.” Borrowing from the F.B.I. in creating his own public enemy list (contrary to popular belief, the Bureau did not initiate this practice until 1950) the Man of Steel goes after the likes of “Big” Ed Bullock, Bill “Shortcake” Mitchell and Mike “The Crusher” Dana as he methodically works his way up the list of twelve to the top man, the unknown Mr. Big.

It comes as no great surprise (not even when I was five or six years old) that Mr. Big is none other than the respectable Mr. Walter Canby, one of the coolest and most unruffled adversaries Superman would ever face on TV. Even in the face of the single-minded Man of Steel devoting himself  to uncovering his identity, Canby calmly reassures his minions (Phil Van Zandt and Al Eban) that “We’re gonna kill him!” Before this can happen, however, Canby has Sally (Barbara Fuller), the one female member of the gang, follow and take film of certain known associates of Superman , people like Lois (“Who’s the doll?”), Inspector Henderson (“crummy copper”), and Clarke Kent (“Big sweetheart”). In following the latter—and speaking of uncovering identities—Sally’s camera trails Clark dashing into an alley followed by the sudden appearance of Superman. This is definitely food for thought.

“Wait a minute. Run that again,” Canby demands.

“I thought you’d like that one,” Sally glibly responds.

“Ok”, that’s enough,” he says after viewing the footage a second time. “We’re in business.”

Well, perhaps so, but oddly—some might even say amazingly—this issue of Clark becoming Superman never is broached after this. Canby apparently only has one thing on his mind, to lure Superman out to Dover Cliff near Willow Falls and place him in an electric flytrap as conceived by an unnamed professor (actor Joe Mell who a few years later would help Whit Bissell turn Michael Landon into the title creature in I Was A Teenage Werewolf). Who Superman might actually be seems of little if any importance to him.

I have to admit that as a kid I wasn’t really concerned about Superman’s identity being discovered as much as I was worried about his getting hurt or even killed even though I was fairly positive he couldn’t really be injured (Kryptonite was a season away). And yet, when he entered that locked room and fell victim to that blizzard of Electrical shards (and I must say he put a lot into his bogus death scene) I had a few disquieting doubts about his survival (even though I couldn’t quite fathom why he hadn’t just broken through the doors or walls. A question Superman would later ask Canby and his cohorts—who if they have an answer are more interesting in bolting from a very pissed off Superman than in sticking around and chatting).

The closing line is one of the series’ most memorable with the Man of Steel bringing a visibly roughed up Canby back to the Daily Planet offices and with a startled Perry, Lois and Jimmy listening announced that “There isn’t a number one crime boss in metropolis anymore.”

It’s a tough and uncompromising ending to one of the toughest and most uncompromising of shows. And I think, one of the best. This is also all Superman’s show—and some might think his finest hour—with the regulars not having much screen time allowing instead the Man of Steel to take full center stage.

Only one question remains. What about Sally and even more important, what about that film?

October 2007

The Mind Machine

July 2007

CASE OF THE TALKATIVE DUMMY

By Bruce Dettman

Ventriloquists seem to be a dying breed these days, but in the 1950s they were a staple of television seen regularly on variety shows, commercials, and sometimes even headlining their own series. On the national scene there were the big names: Edgar Bergen with Charlie McCarthy and Mortimer Snerd, Senore Wenches, Paul Winchell with Jerry Mahoney and Knucklehead Smiff, Jimmy Nelson with Danny O’Day and wooden canine Farfel and Shari Lewis with Lamb Chop. While I liked all of these—well, in truth I wasn’t all that nuts about Sherri and Lamb Chop (a bit too sweet for my tastes)—my real preference was for the kiddie show hosts who were featured in my video neck of the woods, the San Francisco Bay Area. We only got four channels then, but the stations were saturated with ventriloquists and their entertaining dummies. Just a few of these included Mr. Bob who gave us the Three Stooges and was joined by his pals Lester the Lion, Leroy the Dragon and Happy, the Boy, Skipper Sedley and his dummy King Fuddel (I once met the King and up close he didn’t look quite as pristine—shaking his hand was like pumping dry rot and his face was lined with spider web-like cracks). The most bizarre of all Fireman Frank (aka “Skinny in the Pit”) who hung out with Dynamo Dudley (a robot) and Carl the Carrot (complete with sunglasses and beret). Remember, this was a San Francisco station.

Ventriloquists and their sometimes bizarre duplicitous relationships with their dummies could also be on the creepy side, a fact often exploited in both film and television in such macabre exercises as the British horror anthology Dead of Night, Masquerade with Anthony Hopkins and The Twilight Zone.

Not surprising then, given the high visibility and popularity of ventriloquists that the first season of TAOS would build an episode around one, the result being The Case of the Talkative Dummy.

Things start out innocently enough with Lois (Phyllis Coates) and Clark taking Jimmy out for his birthday to the Gaiety Theatre where they have box seats to see the act of Marco and Freddy. For the record, Lois looks mighty fetching in her basic black and pearls and even Jimmy has dropped the bow tie for the occasion. Clark, however, is in his tried and true working suit. Perhaps there’s something special about it which precludes him wearing regular clothes. In the later comics, it folded into a pouch in his cape but who knows.

Lois looks sharp all right, but so is her tongue. Right off the bat she’s got the barbs waiting for Clark who innocently remarks to Jimmy that:

“A guy’s birthday only comes once a year.”

“Now there’s a sharp observation.” Ouch.

Judging by both her barbed banter and her rolling eyes, Lois is obviously not having a very good time. Things get no better when Marco (Syd Sailor) and his dummy Freddie show up on stage with an act that is even tired and corny by 1950 standards. You couldn’t prove it by Jimmy, who seems to be having the time of his life. Clark meanwhile is also all smiles, mostly noting with glee as Lois winces at every bad joke. Then something odd happens. Freddie seems to be going off on his own tangent with no help from the visually flustered and confused Marco who eventually terminates the act. Someone else is obviously putting words in the dummy’s mouth and Lois and Clark want to figure out just who it is.

The whole thing turns out to be part of a series of armored car heists rigged by the company’s very own president Harry Green (Pierre Watkins, Perry White in the Columbia serials).  Tris Coffin is along as the red herring Davis and the second string henchman is Philip Pine (who appeared with Coffin in the same season’s Mystery of the Broken Statues). The details for the secret routes the company changes daily is supplied by Watkin’s co-hort Pine, another with ventriloquist skills, who transmits the information through the dummy Freddie for the robbers in the audience to hear. Seems a rather clumsy and complicated means of getting things done (haven’t they ever heard of a telephone?). But Dennis Cooper and Lee Backman’s script is ok as is Tommy Carr’s steady direction.

Reportedly, this was the first show that Jack Larson filmed so it’s of added interest to watch his performance. His first scene is where he’s imprisoned in a safe and lowered out a window (sweating heavily in the process—I can imagine what those early day studio lights were like)—supported only by a pretty feeble rope that breaks on the way down. This would have ended the cub reporter’s life except that Kent spots the scenario from blocks away in Lois car and races as Superman to the rescue. Why Lois doesn’t find it odd that Clark spotted Jim through a locked safe is never explained. In any case, good thing that safe wasn’t made of lead. Inspector Henderson (Robert Shayne) has a larger part than usual part in this particular episode—It too must have been one of his earliest appearances—and seems very stuff and extremely obstinate (pigheaded might be a better description). He does have a particularly good line when watching with Lois as Kent dashes off with little explanation she asks him where Clark is always running off to.

“I don’t know. Maybe he runs into an alley, takes off his glasses and turns into Superman.”

Well, of course this is exactly what he does as well as figuring out the scheme and nabbing all the guilty parties.

Proving once again that Superman is no dummy.

March 2007

RESCUE

By Bruce Dettman

I don’t know where the brunt of the blame should go, Edgar Allan Poe or Dr. Viraldi. Poe probably came along later in my adolescence with his famous chilling tale “Premature Burial” and the terrifying notion of being placed in a coffin and interred under the earth while still alive. I ran into Dr. Viraldi a few years earlier when I was about five. While racing through a bowl of Campbell’s tomato soup I somehow managed in my haste to bite off and swallow the end of a plastic spoon. We were relatively new in California at the time and still without a family physician and someone, I think it was a neighbor, had recommended this particular sawbones to my parents. My mother rushed me to his office (people were more hesitant about going to the emergency ward of a hospital in those days) and with her remaining in the waiting room I was led alone into his examining area and told to climb up on the table where Viraldi began poking and prodding me. Apparently I was not remaining still enough for him so he eventually strapped me down so I couldn’t move then seconds later left the room to take a call that had come in for him. He also switched off the light on his way out thereby leaving me alone and unable to move in what was rapidly becoming for me a very terrifying darkness. I immediately started crying and even howling not long after that. I made such a ruckus that my mother ran in, saw what was going on and took me out of there never to return. I don’t know for certain if that one incident triggered my fear of closed places but it sure didn’t help it. And by the way, for the record, no one ever found that spoon.

Fortunately, for Lois (Phyllis Coates) she doesn’t seem to suffer from claustrophobia. A good thing for her in the first season episode of TAOS titled Rescue (directed by Tommy Carr), since she eventually finds herself trapped and partially buried in a mine cave-in. Monroe Manning’s script has her on assignment in the town of Carbide, Penn. (Pop. 3356/Elevation 844) to do a story on the possibility of a new proposed tunnel constituting a danger to the city. Dropped off by Clark, who then drives onto Washington and a failed attempt to get a story out of some uncooperative politician, Lois is not the least pleased about her latest story and wastes no time or energy venting her displeasure at the prospect of doing nothing but “tramping around coal mines.”  Clark is hardly sympathetic and enjoys ribbing her. “Maybe you’ll find a diamond,” he wisecracks.

Meanwhile an old stubborn geezer named Pop Polgase (Houseley Stevenson Sr.) has his own ideas about the project. Despite warnings not to go ahead with his own private tunnel, does just that with the result being he’s the victim of a cave-in and the target of a rescue mission.

Rescue is an episode that really shows us what Lois is made of and provides a great part for the always-attractive Coates (who was never more independent, stubborn or unmoved by the suggestions of others). Upon hearing of the old man’s plight she instantly grabs a miners uniform and helmet from a line shack wall and after calling the copy editor at the Daily Planet (his name is Walt, if you’re interested and the number is Metropolis 60500) heads out to do something about it. What’s interesting here is that Lois doesn’t seem to be interjecting herself into the rescue operations to get a headline story, but rather, impatient with what she construes as the slow poke approach of the emergency crew (24 hours, is the estimated time it will take to reach the man according to Inspector D.K. Sherman, played by Fred Sherman who would later show up in The Deserted Village), decides it is up to her to rescue him herself (“Well, I’m going in there!”).

It doesn’t prove to be a good idea, however, and Lois is pretty soon in the same situation as good old Pop. Worse actually. This is most likely due to her causing further vibrations by her entrance and later attempts to free him. More timbers and rocks have fallen making their plight even graver. Pop’s somewhat of a defeatist and suggests giving up but that’s not Lois’ style (“Wait and do nothing? Not me!”). And she doesn’t.

While all of this is going on Clark is getting nowhere in Washington, D.C. except sharing banter with the Planet’s capital correspondent (Milt Kibbee) who reflects sarcastically that “Taxes are going up and Congress is viewing the situation with alarm.” Touches like this, reflecting the real world, are always a nice addition in the first year episodes. Clark takes a rain check on making a pit stop at the local Press Club and decides instead to pickup Lois on his way back. He misses the bundled newspapers deposited on a curb which headline Lois and Pops’ plight, and when he’s having car trouble and has to get out and manually rev the engine, he doesn’t hear the radio announcer’s voice (which sounds suspiciously like actor Walter Reed from The Unknown People) describing the potentially tragic scenario in Carbide (apparently super hearing can be turned on and off like those X-ray peepers, probably a good thing when you think about it).

By the time Kent has arrived at the sight of the rescue operation gas has begun to flood the tunnel and both Lois and Pop begin to suffer its dire effects. Clark doesn’t have a clue what’s going on until one of the miners (Edmund Cobb, a staple villain in hundreds of B westerns who would also later show up in The Deserted Village) explains things to him. With no time for polite exits, Clark, with everyone watching him, runs off around the corner of some boulders  (in the process doing something rather quirky, for some reason lifting and setting his hat back on his head) then changes into Superman and flies across the sky, landing at the mouth of the cave. There’s a great sequence here as the Man of Steel hurries through the tunnel frantically pushing aside everything in his path until he reaches and frees the twosome.

Later, recovering from her ordeal Lois, joined by Clark, has a last comment for the reporter who offers to drive her back to Metropolis.

“And Clark, Superman finally took me out.” It’s my favorite closing line of the series.

No Jimmy or Perry in this one but the no-nonsense, not to be deterred and feisty Coates doesn’t need any backup. She’s more than capable of taking care of things on her own.

For awhile there you even have to wonder if she’ll need Superman.

December 2006

THE HAUNTED LIGHTHOUSE

 by Bruce Dettman

As long as I can remember, I have wanted to spend a night in a lighthouse.

For the record, the first time I ever saw or even heard of a lighthouse was in the 1953 monster film The Beast From 20,000 Fathoms, based only remotely on a Ray Bradbury tale “The Foghorn.” The title creature, lured out of the depths by the blinking beacon, attacks and mangles a lighthouse (in the story the monster thinks the lighthouse might be a possible mate). Since then, however, I have always been curious about these shaft-like edifices standing remote and lonely at the water’s edge, intrigued by their allure, and attraction and have visited as many of them as possible when traveling in coastal areas.

In the first season’s The Haunted Lighthouse we don’t really get to glimpse much of the one situated on Moose Island off the coast of Maine where Jimmy Olsen has been invited by his widowed Aunt Louisa (whose husband Captain Horn died some twenty years earlier) to spend a vacation. We are given a few distant shots of the place, both at night and during the day, and Jim does approach it once—only to have his entrance curtailed by a knife thrown in his general direction—but that’s about it, despite the tantalizing episode title which seems to suggest that it will be featured more prominently in the plot.

Personally, if I was Jimmy, I would have turned right around and headed back for Metropolis after about one night spent on old Moose Island. Sure, it might be enjoyable to spend a day exploring the rocky terrain—even if Jimmy has never appeared as the nature lover type to me, more of a hot dog and ballgame kind of guy—but otherwise for companionship he’s pretty much limited to  his old Aunt, who he has not seen since he was a baby, a shy deaf mute servant girl (Allene Roberts, later in The Whistling Bird) and his cousin Chris who has the personality of a rabid pit bull and threatens Jim at every turn. Then toss in the directionless and haunting cry of what sounds to be someone in danger (“Help me! I’m drowning!”) which Jimmy hears every time he is off by himself and that’s about everything the place has to offer. Some vacation! Of course, nothing is really as it seems in this episode. A certain Mrs. Carmody (Sara Padden) and her son Chris (Jimmy Ogg), the latter in league with some smugglers who use the lighthouse to bring in their stolen goods, have kept the real Aunt Louisa (Effie Laird)* prisoner while they impersonate her and Jim’s real cousin Chris who is away in the service (what a coincidence both women have sons named Chris, convenient too). Clark Kent, hearing Jimmy’s tale during a phone conversation, catches on pretty quickly that something isn’t kosher on the island and in what has to be one of the oddest flying sequences in the series’ history (without the aid of DVD slowdown I would have had one hell of a time figuring out, given the peculiar angle and framing of the shot, just exactly what I was watching) Superman joins Jimmy to straighten things out. It takes a bit of time, however, and before the whole thing is over the young reporter gets himself beat up and knocked out by the phony Chris and Mack (William Challee), his partner in crime. Left to drown by the incoming sea, Superman arrives just in time to save him and to (off screen) release the real and quite resilient Aunt Louisa who, with pistol in hand, has a fine old time holding both Mrs. Carmody and her offspring until the Coast Guard authorities (led by all purpose TAOS actor Steve Carr) arrive. She’s also mighty impressed by the Man of Steel (“Where’s that handsome Superman?” she asks Jimmy) and in addition, seems to be one—if not the only—person in the history of the show to note a resemblance between Clark and Superman (“Why he’s handsome too. As a matter of fact he looks….”) which sends Kent in hurriedly ducking in the opposite direction.

The Haunted Lighthouse was an early entry in the first season and it’s a dandy. It’s really all a showcase for Jack Larson who as usual handles the assignment masterfully. In other less capable hands the role of Jimmy could come off as embarrassingly naïve, even silly, but Larson makes him a believable and vulnerable innocent who we genuinely like and feel concern and empathy for. We share in his growing anxiety and later fear which, because of the sincerity of his performance, seems legitimate to us. The episode is a great showcase for the actor. He was never better in the series and that’s saying a lot.

Atmosphere has a lot to do with the success of this particular show and director Tommy Carr and writer Eugene Solow, wishing to establish the mysterious  aspect of the story while highlighting the forlorn and isolated local of Moose Island with its fog marinated landscape and precarious cliffs and jutting rocks, jump start things with a highly evocative and haunting opening narration by George Reeves in which, against stock footage of the angry swelling sea and rugged coast (and with the first year music never more effective at creating mood) he sets the stage for the story. I’ve always wondered if this narration was in the first version of the script or whether it was a late addition, something the writer/director came up with when they were not satisfied with the original opening of Jimmy just arriving on the island. Regardless of which, it’s a great touch and Reeves flat, unemotional delivery is excellent.

The Haunted Lighthouse, much like many other first year offerings, is a tidy little B thriller, condensed into a half hour. Even without Superman it would be, thanks to Larson’s efforts, Carr’s taut direction and the supporting players (including the unbilled Peter Parrot), engrossing and highly memorable.

* The end credits, by the way, incorrectly list Maude Prickett (who would later show up in The Deserted Village) as being cast as Aunt Louisa. Whether Ms. Prickett was originally cast in the part and had to be replaced at the last moment—to late to re-write the credits—has never been positively established.

October 2006

THE EVIL THREE

By Bruce Dettman

Back in the 1950s when I crossed the country with my parents in our two-toned Buick Special (later a Chevy Impala) on the way to visit relatives on the East Coast, it could often be a pretty grueling experience for a bored and hyperactive kid. My father and mother up in the front seat, listening to Vic Damone or Patti Page on the radio, expected me to behave and keep my chatter to a minimum (and to be fair, just how many times could they be expected to tolerate my cinematic lectures on the likes of Attack of the 50 Foot Woman or Teenagers From Outer Space). Things could get pretty darn dull, particularly since I got carsick if I read anything, even my beloved comic books. There was, however, one element that made my backseat Hell just a bit more palatable and that was my Superman figure. This brightly colored, well-sculpted replica of the Man of Steel was made out of light but durable plastic and had originally been designed to be propelled into the sky with a tightly strung rubber band.  Early on, however, I found that Superman was getting too beat up when he crashed back to Earth on concrete sidewalks or roads (not to mention an occasion when my dog, who disliked anything sky born, got to him before I could) so I put him to other uses. The main use being to hold him up against the backseat window of the car and pretend he was flying across the ever changing terrain. In this way my plastic Superman and I passed the hours soaring above America. We flew past Mount Rushmore, the Little Big Horn, the wheat fields of Kansas, the skylines of New York and Chicago, the Badlands of New Mexico and the majestic Sierras. We flew against the shores of the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, the Rocky Mountains and the plains of Texas. Quite frankly, without him I don’t know what I would have done. We were quite a team.

It was also during these trips that we often stayed in some rather odd places. The highways in those days were not littered with as many attractive motels as they are today. While my mother was a sticker for nice and respectable lodgings (she would thoroughly inspect the beds before we got in them) there were occasions due to storms or intense heat or just road weariness when we had to settle for digs not exactly four star quality.

Nothing, however, was quite as bad at the Bayou Hotel outside of Beaver Falls where Jimmy Olsen and Perry White, off for a weekend of fishing, have elected to stay for the night (White doesn’t like night driving and I guess doesn’t trust Jimmy behind the wheel). The Editor hasn’t managed to catch any fish but the cub reporter has caught both a bevy of mosquitoes and White’s wrath as he whines and complains about almost everything (“You call this fun??!!”). Obviously the great outdoors are not exactly Jimmy’s cup of tea and you have to wonder why the fishing-loving editor brought him along in the first place. The scene plays out very well though and there is terrific rapport between the actors. His gruffness and impatience aside, it is obvious that White harbors great fatherly affection for the cub reporter. This is John Hamilton and Jack Larson at their best with an engaging chemistry that I only wish had been put to more use with other shows centering on the twosome away from the office.

Little does the twosome realize what they’re in for on this recreational getaway but thanks to Ben Freeman’s dark, taut, fast-moving and quirky script they will learn soon enough. White remembers the Bayou as a quality establishment from several years back but things have changed drastically. The original owner, George Taylor, is reported to have drowned, but has actually been the victim of a brutal murder (apparently starved to death, his skeletal remains—this grotesque moment cut from later airings of the show—still shackled to a wall in the hotel basement by nephew Macey (Rhys Williams) who continues to search for his uncle’s fortune. Also in league with Macey—at least when they’re not trying to kill each other with swords and fists—is Colonel Brand (Jonathan Hale). Rounding out this charming trio is Elsa (Cecil Elliot), a marginally nutty (or one might say marginally sane) crippled woman who knows the location of the money but won’t divulge it.

Obviously the last thing the Colonel and Macey want around are prying guests. Seeing that Jimmy is ripe for discouragement they decide to scare him off with suggestions that the hotel is haunted. In order to achieve this, Macey disguises himself as the dead uncle and repeatedly exposes himself to the terrified youth. For the record, the individual playing the ghostly figure is neither Williams or Hale but rather the uncredited actor whose likeness is seen in a framed portrait at the beginning of the episode. Perry, of course, believes nothing of this—although he does smell a story and calls Clark on his car phone to have him check the records of George Taylor’s supposed drowning death (White’s number, by the way, is MX39162 and wasn’t it amazing in the 1950s to actually see a car equipped with a phone!!). He doesn’t believe any of Jimmy’s nonsense—at least not until Jimmy and he go exploring and run into the aforementioned skeleton plus the murderous team of Taylor and Brand. There’s a short scuffle here and for once the aging editor gets to mix it up a bit even though he’s quickly clobbered, as is Jim. They might have ended up as dead as the George Taylor, skewered by brand’s cutlass, but the old lady intervenes and won’t put up with any further killing and holds off the vicious twosome (“Murderers!” she wails).  Later as Perry and Jimmy try and make an exit they too are held at bay by the pistol packing octogenarian who reveals the whole story of the murder and the reason behind it and asks for their help.  Perry and a less than enthusiastic Jimmy decide to check out the tale and do indeed find the money behind a (fairly obvious) boulder in the basement. But Macey comes upon them and in one of the first year’s most talked about scenes—one that would also disappear for many years—takes a cue from Richard Widmark in the classic film noir Kiss of Death and pushes the wheelchair bound old lady down the basement stairs which also lays Perry and Jim unconscious. By this time, Clark has grown concerned and decides to investigate as Superman and a more no-nonsense, impatient and angry Man of Steel could seldom be found on the series. The Colonel—who as is often the case with characters during the first season, doesn’t seem to know who Superman is—first takes him on a wild goose chase, then uses his sword on his impenetrable shoulders but is tossed aside like a rag doll for his efforts. Macey attempts to shoot him with a shotgun and when that gets him nowhere tries a wrestling move but the Man of Steel will have none of it (“Tell me where they are or I’ll break every bone in your body” he says—and means it). This is the first season’s darker, avenging angel Superman and he’s great to watch in action.

Director Tommy Carr gives the actor free reign to vent his anger and (hardly) pulls any punches. This is a tight, hard-edged little mystery, offbeat and nourish in execution and content, with no leg room for niceties or polite restraint. It is also one terrific ride for the viewer. I love it.

Ultimately, Perry, Jimmy and the old Lady are found more or less in tact and Macey and the Colonel escorted away by the police. Superman offers to fly them home but White, probably wisely, decides they have had enough excitement for the day and declines the offer, much to Jimmy’s disappointment.

In retrospect, the thought of a scene depicting Superman in flight holding onto White and Jimmy just might make even a wheel-chaired woman shooting down a flight of stairs seem a bit tame by comparison.

September 2006

THE HUMAN BOMB

By Bruce Dettman

One fine spring day during my less than stellar college career a fellow student decided, for reasons never quite clear (although there were rumors of a romance that had gone sour), to take a suicide leap off one of the tallest buildings on campus—only three stories, if I recall right. At the time, I was attempting to chat up an actress in the drama department who looked a little bit like a young Linda Darnell (and getting absolutely nowhere in the process) when everyone around us started to race over to the site of the leap. The guy didn’t make a big production about it. He said nothing, made no significant gesture—he just jumped. There wasn’t even enough time for the local press to show up.  The Darnell look-alive and I were just in time to see him land and roll. He didn’t die but he did break a kneecap and leg. It could have been my imagination, but at the time, I could have sworn some campus wit in the large crowd said something like “Now there’s a guy who could have used Superman.” It was then that I recalled the first year episode The Human Bomb in which not only Lois Lane but Jimmy Olsen could well have been the victims of a significant plunge from the Daily Planet building.

The fine character actor Trevor Bardette plays “Bet a Million” Butler, an unsavory fellow who is known city-wide to make wagers on just about anything. Bardette logged a long career of film and TV parts going back to the late 1930s, but I will personally always recall him as Old Man Clanton, a semi-regular character on Hugh O’Brien’s The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp, for several seasons until his character died in a hail of bullets fired by some Mexican banditos.

In the story Butler, hanging out at the Metropolis City Club, makes a $100,000 bet with a crony named Conway played by Lou Krugman (of Andy’s Gang fame) that he can control Superman for thirty minutes. One wonders if the plan he eventually puts into action occurs to him at this exact instant or whether he can’t resist the challenge and manages to come up with his plan later. Whichever, what he does come up with is that he will strap some dynamite to himself, visit the Daily Planet, handcuff himself to Lois Lane (Phyllis Coates) and demand that Superman sit tight for half an hour—while a couple of his stooges rob the Metropolis Museum—and do nothing to intervene or he will detonate the explosive.  Interestingly enough, when Lois realizes the danger she is in she first thinks of going to Clark Kent for help, an odd request since she is continually lambasting the reporter for his timidity. Despite protests from Jimmy Olsen, Butler eventually leads Lois out on the building ledge where she sheds her shoes, which fall to the pavement below and are found by Clark (a very similar scene would occur decades later in the first Christopher Reeves Superman film) who, of course, rushes up to see what’s going on. By the way, if you look closely you will notice in the Daily Planet offices the first Miss Bachrach (played by Almira Sessions) walking briskly by in the background although unlike her part in Night of Terror she has no dialogue. This time the Planet receptionist is played by Ailene Towne who was Lara in Superman on Earth (as well as Commando Cody’s secretary in the serial Radar Men from the Moon).

Clark, who angrily responds to Jimmy’s urging that he locate Superman with “Do you think that I can turn Superman on and off like a faucet?” knows he needs to disappear so he accuses the Planet—and by extension Perry White—of creating this whole scenario as a publicity stunt, says he wants nothing to do with it and vamooses in order to re-appear as Superman. By this time, Lois is understandably growing impatient and suggests that the Man of Steel might not appear but Butler disagrees. “Superman seems to show up when you’re in trouble…It may even be that he’s fond of you.” The look on Phyllis Coates face when reacting to this line is worth the whole price of admission.

In any case, Butler might have a plan but the Man of Steel is pretty quick in the brain department too and quickly hatches his own scheme to counter the cocky criminal. Telling the human bomb that it makers him nervous to see Lois in such predicament (“It makes you nervous!” she responds incredulously) he goes back into the office where he promises to stay visible to Butler. By this time the cops have shown up led by Inspector Hill (Marshall Reed, an actor I most remember for his regular appearances in the 1950s cop show The Lineup (aka: San Francisco Beat). This was a one shot deal for Hill. Apparently Inspector Henderson was off on another assignment that day (although most Superman fans are now aware that actor Robert Shayne was at the point of this shooting having troubles with the government during the Hollywood witch hunts of that period, the details are a bit sketchy). Superman switches places with the policeman so that only a shadow can be seen, records his own voice on a tape recorder (“No comment until the time limit is up”) and exits to round up the Museum thieves (note Reeve’s priceless double-take as he picks up the one petite cook and carries him away). The problem is that Lois is still out on that ledge with the wacko. Jimmy decides to do something about this after first calling his girlfriend Miriam in case a final good-bye is necessary. It isn’t, of course. The Cub reporter does show a lot of guts by going out on the ledge and confronting Butler with the truth of the ruse. But after the infuriated criminal takes the handcuffs off Lois and she is free to get back into the Daily Planet, Jim, with golf club in hand ups the ante too much and gets into a physical confrontation with Butler who with homicidal intent steps on Jim’s ledge-gripping hands which causes the young reporter to plummet into space only to be caught by Superman on his return to the office. Hill and another Officer Reilly (played by Dennis Moore, once an active serial hero in cliffhangers likes The Purple Monster Strikes) bring in Butler and Lois gets a chance to give him a dandy of a slap. Lois thanks Jimmy and White tells him there might be a raise in it for him.

Let’s hope so.

Thanks to Mike Goldman for the photos!!

August 2006

DESERTED VILLAGE

By Bruce Dettman

Usually in the days of early television we learned little about the background of our favorite characters on our favorite shows. Occasionally the writers would throw us an informational bone (Ward Clever had a brother and grew up on a farm, Howdy Doody had a twin brother “Double” Duty, Chester Goode also had a sibling called Magus who, much to the deputy’s chagrin, came to Dodge on occasion), but for the most part we were left pretty much in the dark with these figures seeming to have little in the way of pasts. This was also certainly true to TAOS where over the years we only gleaned a few scant facts about our beloved inhabitants of Metropolis. For instance, we knew that Jimmy lived with his mother and had an Aunt Louise. We knew Inspector Henderson had a son named Ray and that Perry White had a nephew named Chris who was a test pilot. We knew the most about Clark Kent, his real named Kal-El, his real parents Jor-El and Lara, his adoptive parents, Sarah and Eben and where he was born, the planet Krypton. And then there was Lois (Phyllis Coates) who we gather the most personal history from in the first year episode The Deserted Village written by Dick Hamilton and Ben Freeman  This, like the same year’s Haunted Lighthouse (both directed by Tommy Carr), has an overall spooky and highly eerie feel to it. Almost all of it takes place in what seems to have been Lois’ hometown, Clifton by the Sea, which Clark later characterizes as “a mighty fine place” but which I have to say looks a bit on the dreary and forlorn side.

Lois—even more obstinate and feisty than usual—along with Clark has wound up here after not being able to contact Mrs. Tazey (Maudie Prickett), the nurse who we are informed helped raise her. Otherwise we hear nothing of Lois’ youth, parents or siblings, if any, only that she used to play at the home of the local sawbones Doc Jessup (Fred Sherman). Aside from a few others, the druggist Peter Godfrey (perennial western bad guy Edmund Cobb who also had a small role in Rescue) and his son Alvin (Malcolm Mealey from the earlier No Holds Barred episode) everyone else seems to have deserted Clifton except for Ms. Tazey who eventually turns up safe and sound (secretly carrying a handgun in her flower basket and explaining to everyone that as a child Lois always had a “weak chest”), and the doctor who hides a revolver and gas mask in his office desk drawer. Doc also has a dog named Ranger, an Irish setter who only makes a cameo appearance before being killed by a gas bomb delivered by a strange man in what appears to be either a fire or anti-contamination suit. I can’t recall if the murder of the dog upset me as a child, but I suspect it did since I watched most of these shows with my own mutt at my side.

In any case, it is this strange man who has driven just about everyone out of Clifton although those who haven’t fled make no reference to him and deny there’s anything wrong in their community. It’s therefore pretty much left to Clark to do some digging around – literally, as it turns out – and find out what’s behind all this intrigue although keeping Lois out of things seems even more difficult for him than solving the mystery, not that the identity of the guilty parties is much of one. Reeves also gets a chance to showcase his athleticism as he takes off on a fast run and effortlessly hurdles a fence.

It’s the rich atmosphere of The Deserted Village, the claustrophobic nature of the place and the effective use its quirky cast of characters that makes the episode so effective and fun to watch. That, and Clark and Lois going at each other, of course.

May 2006

MYSTERY IN WAX

By Bruce Dettman

When I visited London a few years ago, I was regrettably unable to get in to see Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum. The line for tickets was nearly a block long so as a compromise I elected to visit nearby Baker Street and the Sherlock Holmes Museum where I paid seven euros to watch a snooty guide point at a picture of Raymond Massey as Holmes and tell the assembled crowd that it was Peter Cushing. I was sorry to miss out on Tusaad’s, however, not only because it is famous the world over for having the greatest assortment of wax effigies, but because as with so many others, the dark side of these figures has always intrigued me. Forget the replicas of Marilyn, Winston, and J.F.K. Get me to Lizzie Borden, Jack the Ripper, Rasputin and John Wilkes Booth ASAP. Hollywood, of course, has long been interested in the subject dating back as far as German director Paul Leni’s silent Waxworks then continuing through such memorable cinematic exercises as Mystery of the Wax Museum and the later remake House of Wax with Vincent Price. What the allure of these waxen replicas is might be the province of the psychologist, but there is no doubt that even in our high tech world wax museums continued to pull ‘em in.

Madame Selena (played by the gloriously over-the-top Myra McKinney who chews enough scenery to get balsa wood poisoning) in the first season’s Mystery in Wax episode calls her establishment “Madame Selena’s Museum of Wax Art” which, if you’re interested, is located a 919 West Boulevard in Metropolis. Apparently, the notion that there is no such thing as bad publicity strikes a real entrepreneurial chord with Madame because she decides to elevate interest in her exhibits by predicting the deaths of certain prominent Metropolis citizens. She actually kidnaps—with the help of Andrew, her dim-witted Casper Milktoast of a husband—(Oscar Levant look-alike Lester Sharpe) and imprisons them in her private dungeon. She makes wax replicas of her victims which bring in the paying public (TAOS budget couldn’t afford actual wax replicas to be fashioned so they made up the actors employing what looks like talcum powder to produce the waxen effect). Her third target is Perry White who does not take kindly to her prophetic threats (“Before my paper is through with you I’m going to have you run out of town!”) Instead, however, Perry is drugged, his suicide faked and imprisoned along with the others. Inspector Henderson hints that perhaps White was inebriated which draws fire from Clark (“Perry White was never drunk a day in his life!”). Lois meanwhile can’t stop crying over the Chief’s death (no Jimmy in this one) but Clark smells a rat and decides to investigate. This gives Lois an idea so she dries her tears and goes over to the museum and hides after it formally closes. Sneaking around she stumbles upon the basement dungeon but is discovered crouching under a table and subdued with the help of some chloroform by Madame Selena (I personally have a bit of trouble thinking Phyllis Coats’ tough as nails Lois couldn’t handle this desiccated old shrew) and tossed into one of the jail cells next to Perry. By this time, Kent and Henderson show up at the door and demand to look around. Clark’s X-Ray peepers alerts him to the fact that something rotten is going on downstairs so he fakes a poor shoe tying job while Henderson goes on without him and changes into Superman. There is a rather odd development here as far as logical plotting is concerned when Selena and Andrew take Henderson down into the basement to see their “private” museum. I know Selena is nuttier than a Christmas fruitcake but does she really not think Henderson will object to a group of missing Metropolis citizens imprisoned in cages? Before he can say anything, however, Selena, seeing Superman freeing her human exhibits, charges the Man of Steel. He hands her off to Henderson, subdues Andrew, and frees Perry and Lois.

There’s lots of lapses of logic in this episode and Superman never once takes to the skies but I like it anyway. Maybe it’s that crazy Madame Selena or Lois showing a more human side when she thinks the Chief is dead. Or maybe it’s just that wax museum.

March 2006

SUPERMAN ON EARTH

By Bruce Dettman

The mythology of Superman rather than being a static business has continued to be a work in progress almost since Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster first created The Man of Steel back in the late 1930s. Comic book and strip, film, cartoon, radio, theatre and television would all eventually contribute to the incrementally changing face of the character with each succeeding decade seeming to redefine his persona and history. In one version of the story the baby Kal-El, rocketed to Earth from the dying planet Krypton by his parents Jor-El and Lara, lands and is taken to an orphanage by the Kents where he is later adopted by the couple. Later versions would omit the orphanage angle altogether. Also the Kents would go through various name changes: Martha and Jonathan, Eben and Sarah etc. Eventually Clark would leave his boyhood town of Smallville and once in Metropolis reveal himself as Superman. The creation of Superboy would derail this whole sequence of events. Now we have the popular show Smallville, a kind of variation on the mythos. Who knows what the future for the character will be?

The first year episode Superman on Earth delivered a straightforward and entertaining depiction of the origin of the character. The script by non-de-plume Richard Fielding (actually producer Robert Maxwell and future producer Whitney Ellsworth) and directed by Thomas Carr incorporates most of the familiar story and characters into a compact half hour.

Perennial announcer and quiz show host Jack Narz gets the ball running with a voice over depicting a shot of the cosmos and describing the planet Kryton as being the home of a race of Superman and women who have attained physical and intellectual perfection. This has always confused me a bit. Does this mean that all the inhabitants of the planet are possessed of Super powers? From what we see of them it doesn’t seem so. As a matter of fact, given the inappropriate way the governing council reacts to scientist Jor-El’s (Robert Rockwell wearing one of the costumes from the old Buster Crabbe Flash Gordon serials) prediction of impending doom for the planet, they seem highly emotional, pig-headed and infantile. I always have a bit of a problem with Rockwell in this role—even though he was a good actor and would later star in his own western The Man From Blackhawk—due to the fact that around this same time he also played and made such a strong impression as Eve Arden’s incredibly obtuse and clueless boyfriend Mr. Bointon in the classic Our Miss Brooks TV series). In any case, Jor-el’s words are not heeded, particularly by Kogan played with nasty vigor by solid character actor Stuart Randall (who would later turn up as a regular on the TV western Laramie). The sound of internal eruptions—which they attribute to nothing more serious than thunder—really gets the assembled body guffawing so Jor-El gives up on this group and finds wife Lara (Aline Towne who spent twelve chapters helping out Commando Cody in the Republic serial Radar Men From the Moon). Only enough time to get their baby Kal-El into the rocket and shoot it on its way to Earth before Kryton is blown to smithereens. Special effects being what they were in those days, particularly on the small tube, this footage of the infant’s journey isn’t the most impressive interplanetary journey ever filmed, but this sort of thing has never bothered me. Having been raised on early TV which provided a steady diet of old films, I had more in common with my parents’ generation of movie effects and easily and uncritically accepted more limited and marginal cinema magic.

Eben and Sarah Kent (Tom Fadden and Frances Morris) just happen to be driving along a country road and after the rocket hits the earth pull the unharmed baby to safety. I will always recall Fadden, by the way, as having played the avuncular pod Uncle Ira in 1956 Invasion of the Body Snatchers). They decide to raise the infant, call it Clark and the years begin to pass by. After seeing a teenage, angst-ridden Clark (Joel Nestler) befuddled by his powers, we come up to 1951 when Eben dies and Clark leaves home for Metropolis. Odd, since he does not wear glasses in Smallville, that the citizens of that community don’t recognize Superman when he makes his existence known to the rest of the world.

Clark, now in his familiar suit, hat and glasses decides to become a reporter at the Daily Planet. Thanks to Perry White being in an even fowler mood than usual, he has no luck getting past the receptionist Miss Bachrach (Dani Nolan who certainly bears no resemblance to the Miss Bachrach we later meet in Night of Terror) even though by the steamy look the attractive brunette gives him, she likes what she sees in the strapping Kent. Jimmy and Lois are hanging around White’s office (on the 28^th floor) and when Kent enters by way of walking on the outside ledge Lois wastes no time in sizing him up as a possible professional rival and the dirty looks begin. No time for nasty quips here though since news reaches them that a man (Dabbs Greer in the first of three appearances on the show) is hanging for his life from an errant blimp. Clark makes a deal with White that if he gets the story ahead of everyone else he’ll earn his reporter’s stripes. White thinks he’s “crazy” but humors Kent. Meanwhile Lois and Jimmy are driving to intercept the dirigible but Jimmy doesn’t want to speed and Lois strangely agrees (hard to believe big city reporters on their way to an important story would care about a traffic ticket). Dabbs can’t hold his grip on the dangling rope and plummets towards the ground but Superman, making his first appearance, intercepts the falling man. Back at the Daily Planet Perry rewards Clark with the job, Lois fumes and the first of what would be hundreds of interrogations starts. Just how did Clark accomplish everything he did ahead of all those other reporters?

“Maybe I’m a Superman,” he answers through a warm smile.

And for five more wonderful years he would be just that.

February 2006

NO HOLDS BARRED

By Bruce Dettman 

I used to believe professional wrestling was on the up and up. By age ten, however, I began to realize that the chances of a two hundred and fifty pound guy dropping on someone else’s neck with minimal damage were highly unlikely.  This didn’t stop a bunch of my pals and me from once attending a local series of matches at a TV station in Oakland. All our favorites were on hand: Ray “The Crippler” Stevens, Pepper Gomez, “Flying” Red Bastein, the Sheik and Ray “Thunder” Stern. In person, the moves, throws and punches even looked more suspect than on TV, but we didn’t care and screamed our lungs out. The card girl was a luscious and curvy local girl in a one-piece bathing suit and high heels. We liked her too. In those days, of course, wrestling was a regional business, not the over-inflated cable monolith it grew to be under slime ball Vince McMahon. Every area had a champion and key players. Like a lot of things in the past, life was easier and less complicated then, even for wrestlers. I remember once when I was in high school a bunch of us went out for a bite after a night basketball game. Halfway through our meal we noticed that Ray Stevens was sitting nearby at a table chowing down on some fried chicken and potato salad and taking gulps of beer from a mug approximately the size of Montana. For a joke we began to throw some “pencil neck” references in his direction (his favorite on-air description of both his opponents and the fans) until he finally looked up through weary eyes and told us to “knock it off.” Ray was fat and past his prime by then but we decided to do what he said anyway. Still, on our way out he shook all of our hands and called us pencil necks for good measure.

In No Holds Barred the wrestling game is portrayed as crooked as well but from a different angle.  Mortimer Murray’s (the great Herb Vigran) stable of wrestlers is being tutored by an Indian swami named Ra (Tito Renaldo) who is teaching them lethal – and often crippling – moves to use on their opponents (the worst being something called “The Paralizer”). Ra has no idea that he is being exploited, only believing (rather naively, I must say) that Murray is protecting him from the federal police for some unstated violation and that his knowledge of the human body is never used for evil purposes by the unscrupulous promoter’s stable of muscle-headed grapplers including “Bad Luck” Brannigan (Richard Reeves) and the “Crusher” (Henry Kulky, later a regular on The Life of Riley and Voyage To The Bottom of the Sea). Perry White, apparently a big wrestling fan, is incensed by this athletic skullduggery (“I’m going to put a stop to it if it’s the last thing I do!”) and hires college wrestler Wayne Winchester (Malcolm Mealy, a former real-life college football star also of The Deserted Village) to investigate and see what he can learn. Wayne takes Lois (Phyllis Coates) to watch a bout but when Brannigan wins with the “Pulverizer” the impulsive Wayne jumps into the ring and challenges Brannigan to a match. While Lois and Perry think this a stupid and dangerous idea, Clark Kent backs Wayne with the opinion that he believes the young grappler can emerge the victor.  Lois is pretty upset about this (“Clark, I never want to see you again as long as I live.”) not realizing that Clark/Superman already suspects Murray’s mat goons of employing pressure points to beat and injure their opponents. Secretly visiting the gymnasium at night where Ram is held captive he has the Hindu show him the techniques he has taught Murray’s boys, the knowledge of which he then imparts to Wayne who uses poor Jimmy to practice counter holds on.  Lois is still steaming and in a conversation with White who tries to defend Kent says that no matter how right someone is one day they have to be wrong, it’s only human which sets up the editor for the response “Sometimes I wonder if Kent is Human” which is delivered in a wonderfully reflective way. Naturally when the night of the big match comes Wayne triumphs which cause Murray and the goons to return to the gym and torture Ram, who they believe has betrayed them, until the Man of Steels clears the deck with all the wrestlers. Exciting stuff.

Superman is still pretty much of a new entity in this one. Ram, admittedly not the brightest bulb on the tree, thinks he is a an actual genie and when the Daily Planet crew find out he’s saved the day White bellows “Superman again!” Clark, by the way, walks around his apartment in a robe over his street clothes. Must be pretty warm when you think he also has his Superman suit underneath both.

It’s a fun episode with a strong cast which also includes the always enjoyable Dick Elliot as honest promoter Sam Bleaker. Oddly, after Wayne wins the championship Jimmy, in the capacity as Winchester’s trainer, offers to talk terms with Bleaker who promises both of them millions. Apparently no deal could be arranged because we never hear of Jimmy’s wrestling affiliation again. Of course, we never hear of Wayne again either and apparently Lois eventually forgives Clark, until next week’s episode anyway.

December 2005

TREASURE OF THE INCAS

By Bruce Dettman

There is a scene in this first year episode, written by Howard Green and directed by Thomas Carr, where Jimmy and Lois, having traveled to Peru, are in the company of a certain Don Anselmo (the ubiquitous Steven Carr) driving across what appears to be a scorching desert in a convertible. Neither reporter seems to be enjoying him or herself very much and the terrain looks about as hospitable as Death Valley in August. Seeing this I was immediately reminded of my own family’s unpleasant experience with a topless 59 black Chevy Impala as we moved across California’s Mohave Desert in the summer of 1960. My late father was one of those history buffs who would gleefully go fifty miles out of his way to visit a historical marker no matter how insignificant the event. Just let him see that forty miles away Kit Carson had once tracked beavers or John C. Fremont had built an outhouse and we were off, our true destination totally forgotten. “Oh, stop your bellyaching!” he would demand of us. “Do you people realize the pioneers came across this country in wagon trains and they didn’t complain?” That summer with the temperature in the low hundreds and the top down (as I recall he didn’t appreciate my reminding him that “covered” wagons were called that because they had canvas overheads to provide protection from the elements) he was pursuing the sight of some minor event of yesteryear when I noted that my mother seemed to have fallen asleep, remarkable since just a second before she’d been complaining of the heat with great passion. “Don’t wake her,” my father instructed. Let her sleep.” So I didn’t. Problem was she wasn’t asleep at all. She had passed out from a heat stroke, a fact we didn’t realize until we reached our motel. A doctor was called and she was ok, but my father paid dearly for that desert side trip, I believe in the form of a rather handsome bracelet. We sold the Impala not long after this.

Oh yeah, but back to Lois and Jimmy. While they think they’re on a scenic drive of the Peruvian countryside (scenic if you like rock quarries) they’re actually being led astray by the duplicitous Anselmo who thinks these two American reporters are too noisy for their own good. Back in the States while attending an auction, Lois had been approached by a Professor Lara (Hal Gerard) and given a thousand bucks to bid on a certain tapestry (for the record, the unseen auctioneer name is Samuel Tabor). With her reporter’s antenna up and smelling a good story she goes ahead and purchases the item, but in the meantime Lara is murdered by a scar-faced guy named Pedro Mendoza (Leonard Penn). This creepy character follows Lois to her barren office (not a single thing on the walls), brains her with his gun and steals the tapestry.  From street level with his X-ray peepers Clark sees Lois supine on the floor. He dashes down a convenient alley with a beat cop watching his every move. However, when Superman appears and takes to the sky the uniformed officer only thinks it mildly interesting and that all-important two and two (which no one in Metropolis seems to posses) are never spliced together. Lois recovers (people in early TV have extremely hard noggins and are always getting pummeled by steel gun barrels with only marginal damage being done) and is able to talk Perry White into sending her to Peru (on Pan Am Airways) with Jim along as a bodyguard which I have to admit I find a strange move on White’s part since, let’s face it, Jimmy isn’t exactly a force to be reckoned with. We see their plane aloft and in the background hear the familiar sound of Superman in flight trailing behind. Hey, just because you can fly it doesn’t necessarily follow that you’re good at reading a map. So, after a few pieces of the puzzle are put together and we learn that the tapestry provides the secret to a buried treasure, we’re back to Lois and Jimmy and Don Anselmo on their mid-day drive. Once out in the country their Jekyll and Hyde guide orders them to get out of the car at gunpoint. Jimmy, always valiant but hardly Jack Dempsey with his dukes, tries to defend his beloved Miss Lane but as usual is the recipient of a well-aimed right hand. Lois, of course, doesn’t waste a minute in physically going after the mug but also lands flat on her keaster. Not to be deterred, the twosome follow the car to a cave where they are immediately captured and placed in chains until Superman arrives and you know the rest.

Lois seems particularly contemptuous of Clark in this episode, the barbs are fast and furious, so it’s no surprise that when they find him in Peru (“Jim when I’m in a hurry to get someplace I really fly”). Lois is extremely annoyed and does everything to keep him out of the investigation although I have to say that I sometimes think she protests too much, that underneath it all she just might like old Clark a bit more than she’s willing to let on. She also seems to get a real kick out of Jimmy. Keep your eye on her as she listens to his feeble attempts to converse in Spanish (“Jimmy, you’re wonderful”). She also gives Perry a big kiss. Yep, Lois is all over the map in this one and looks great to boot. Bad scenery or not, I wouldn’t mind being stuck in Peru with her, minus her bodyguard, of course.

December 2005

RIDDLE OF THE CHINESE JADE

By Bruce Dettman

For a time in the 1980s I lived only a stone’s throw from San Francisco’s Chinatown. During this period, I got to know the area fairly well, not just the well-traversed areas full of cheesy souvenir shops and Szechwan eateries, but the half-hidden neighborhood nooks and crannies as well. Returning to my North Beach apartment late at night, wishing to avoid tourist gridlock—and admittedly always exhibiting a penchant for out of the way nocturnal haunts—  I would slip down narrow back streets and dingy alleys, many of them unchanged from the days of the Tong Wars. It was not unusual on these treks to still glimpse sweatshops and peculiar things going on in dimly lit upstairs rooms. On one memorable occasion, however, I nearly walked right into the middle of a turf war between rival street gangs out to control the lucrative firecracker trade rife in the neighborhood. I was just half a block away from the action when the gunfire began. When the smoke cleared three young men were dead. It was last time I went in for nocturnal prowling in Chinatown.

The Chinatown in Riddle of the Chinese Jade seems a tamer, more benevolent sort of place. Remove the Asian population and it pretty much looks like every other location in Metropolis during that first year of TAOS, in other words, just another old RKO-Pathe Studio’s street scene, rather bleak and dark but benign.

Clark and Lois—on what must have seemed a tame assignment for them—have been sent to interview antique storeowner Lu Sung (Paul Burns who was also featured in the later “Star of Fate” episode) about his benevolent decision to donate the priceless Quan Yin Jade statue to the National Art Museum. Not so crazy about this idea is shop manager Harry Wong, in love with Lu Sung’s niece Lily, who believes the jade piece actually belongs to the girl and who brokers a deal with criminal John Greer to help steal it. 

This is another lean, tough and violent first year entry, just the sort of show the Kellogg’s folks must have cringed at.  Particularly nasty is a scene where the brutal Greer, who has just beat the tar out of Harry, sees Lily trying to escape with the jade, throws her to the couch, straddles her and strikes her several times in the kisser. Greer is portrayed by the British-born James Craven who appeared in numerous films during his career but who is known to genre films for his appearances in several cliffhangers including Captain Midnight, The Flying Disc Man From Mars and The Green Archer. It was Craven, in King of the Rocketmen, who as an aeronautical designer, created the famous jet pack later worn by Rocketman, Commando Cody and others. Craven did a lot of TV work in the 50s including playing Wyatt Earp on Stories From the Century. In serials, particularly under the direction of James Horne, he had a tendency to ham it up, but as Greer he is nicely menacing. My favorite moment is when he kidnaps Lois at gunpoint (Phyllis Coates, of course, never one to go gently into the night, earlier tries to take a swing at him with her purse) and is cornered in an alley by Superman. Apparently, Greer has absolutely no idea who the Man of Steel is and asks Lois about him.

“Who’s the guy in the circus suit?”

“That’s Superman”

“This time he’s not so super, is he?”

“Wait and see.”

As it turns out, Greer has about five seconds to wait and see before Superman lands in his face and (in a speeded up sequence) uses the criminal for a mid-day punching bag.

No Jimmy or Perry in this episode. Maybe they were off on one of Perry’s fishing trips that the cub reporter hated so much (and who, given events in The Evil Three, could blame him?). Henderson is on hand, however, and Ben Freeman’s script, up until the silly end where the copper lets Hong off scot-free (can you imagine how Greer would scream in court today about that?), makes the lawman unusually testy and confrontational, particularly with Kent (“I wouldn’t know bamboo dust from goober feathers!). Lily is Gloria Saunders who made something of a career out of playing exotic roles including a regular stint as the Dragon Lady on the TV version of Terry and the Pirates. And speaking of regular stints, Victor Sen Yung spent many seasons as Hop Sing on the long-running western Bonanza cooking for the Cartwright clan where, given Hoss’ appetite for anything not bolted to the floor, he might have appreciated Superman’s help in carrying in those huge platters.      

November 2005

CZAR OF THE UNDERWORLD

By Bruce Dettman

When I was growing up in the 1950s my father regularly took our family to Los Angeles.  At the time he worked for a major aluminum company that sponsored several TV shows (Maverick, for one) and it was often necessary for him to travel from our home in the Bay Area to Hollywood to provide technical expertise for the commercials. Once at a Warner Brothers’ studio luncheon he not only met the show’s star James Garner, but both Cheyenne’s Clint Walker and Bronco’s Ty Hardin yet somehow failed to get me any autographs, an unpardonable oversight that, to say the very least, cost him dearly for weeks to come. On these trips my parents would often disappear for sightseeing excursions (my mother undoubtedly canvassing the town for any sign of Lucille Ball, my father for Ava Gardner) leaving my poor older brother--who I’m sure would have rather been on his own looking for Sandra Dee or Tuesday Weld or someone--rather than watching over me. Even  back then the smog was ruinous and I recall my eyes burning terribly as he took me on afternoon walks down to Grauman’s Chinese Theatre (where I examined Roy Rogers’ boot marks in the cement) and Hollywood and Vine to hunt for celebrities. Occasionally during our wanderings we would get off the beaten track and roam various back streets. One time, as we crossed elevated train tracks, we saw below us a film crew staging what appeared to be a gun battle near some stationary freight cars. Naturally I thought it must be an episode of Dragnet--the only crime show I had been exposed to up to that point-- that they were shooting, but my brother was not so sure. To this day we have no idea what we were watching, but I still romantically cling to the notion that it was Jack Webb and Ben Alexander getting the upper hand on some nasty crooks.

Anyway, I was recently thinking back to all of this--in black and white images which is how I tend to recall certain aspects of my youth--as I watched Clark and Inspector Henderson heading out to Hollywood to get the goods on oily gang leader Luigi Dinelli in TAOS first season’s Czar of the Underworld.

I must say for a so-called “mild-mannered reporter” Kent is pretty brazen when still in Metropolis he warns the gangster by phone how he and Henderson are going expose his criminal activities. This is certainly not the milquetoast reporter of the early comics but this fact has never bothered me. Since the Reeves’ characterization of Kent is the first I was ever acquainted with I’ve always accepted it with no problem or questions asked. Besides, I’ve always felt Christopher Reeve’s performance as Kent was over the top and a bit silly. I could never quite buy the idea of a big city reporter covering tough urban stories and being such an obvious wimp.

Kent and Henderson act as technical advisers as the film Czar of the Underworld is being shot. They are also around as the star is murdered while filming a scene (Steve Carr, brother of real-life director Tommy Carr, plays his sibling in the process of setting up the camera shot). This puts Kent and Henderson in direct conflict with Dinelli and, given his inflated reputation as a big mobster, his rather meager number of henchmen. One of these is Paul Fix who a few years later would have a steady role as Micah Torrence, the reformed drunk and ex-marshal who would redeem himself on The Rifleman. Fix was a long time actor (To Kill A Mockingbird, She Wore A Yellow Ribbon, The Bad Seed) and playwright who often worked with John Wayne (and even tutored him on occasion) Meanwhile the kingpin is played by Anthony Caruso who despite his equally long career which ranged from classics like The Asphalt Jungle to hundreds of TV shows and even an appearance with Laurel and Hardy I will always recall best getting his cheek carved up by Lex Barker in Tarzan and the Slave Girl.  Meanwhile while Henderson enjoys all the perks of a studio budget and seems to be having a good old time despite all the death and mayhem going on around him, Clark’s out investigating the case and as the Man of Steel confronting Dinelli in his apartment. I particularly like this scene because of how obvious it is that Superman is getting as much as enjoyment beating the stuffing out of Dinelli and his men as Henderson is with his free steak dinners (one is supposed to be for Clark).

I’m sure Lois and Jimmy, nowhere to be seen in this episode, weren’t too happy being excluded from this trip to Tinseltown (particularly Lois who would finally have had a chance to buy a new outfit), but Perry White shows up just long enough to verbally take Henderson’s head off over the telephone. Nonetheless, the Inspector continues to thoroughly enjoy himself. Seems the California sunshine and free meals really agree with him.  In any case, it’s nice to see Bob Shayne get a bit more time in front of the camera and have something more to do than clean up things after Superman saves the day.

I have to say that while I miss Lois and Jimmy, I rather like Clark and Henderson teaming up together. They make a good team and there is obviously some nice chemistry between the actors. I wish it would have happened more often.

September 2005

GHOST WOLF

by Bruce Dettman

I will never forget one late afternoon in the 1950s when my mother, never known for her humor or sarcasm, stood outside my locked bedroom door and bellowed with great conviction “No turning into a werewolf until your homework is done.”  I knew what she meant, of course. The whole house, which included my father, brother and three-legged dog, all knew. Simply put, I loved werewolves. I liked vampires and the Frankenstein monster and old Kharis the Mummy too (to be honest, I could take or leave the Invisible Man), but I reserved a special place in my heart for werewolves, specifically the Wolfman portrayed in five Universal horror films by Lon Chaney Jr. Anywhere, anytime I was in the mood I would find a mirror and focus on my adolescent mug while I scrunched my features, barred my canines, messed with my hair and began to growl. Aiding me in these transformations was my father’s Xmas gift of a portable tape recorder that I used to tape my favorite horror pictures. Now in these days of videos and DVDs (and who knows what else is around the corner) the idea of taping only the audio part of a movie might sound odd if not downright idiotic, but in those prehistoric days it offered up magical possibilities. I knew these films so well that I could sit in the dark and listen to the dialog and the great music by studio composers like Hans Salter, Charles Previn and Frank Skinner and let my imagination do the rest. Even better, I could crank up Salter’s very evocative transformation music that created the perfect mood when -- with the help of makeup wizard Jack Pierce and special effects magician John P. Fulton -- Chaney turned into his furry alter ego and pretend to be experiencing the same agonies of metamorphosis (thank goodness there was no shrink in the neighborhood). In any case, my poor mother finally got wise to the sounds of me gnashing my teeth and fighting my dog when she should have been hearing me struggling with fractions or diagramming sentences.

What all of this is leading up to is that The Ghost Wolf from the first season of TAOS was a bit of a letdown. There was no real werewolf in the story (as opposed to a Jimmy Olsen comic book I recall where the cub reporter actually grew whiskers and teeth and threatened Lois’ sister Lucy). From what I could see it wasn’t even a wolf, just a German shepherd with a bad dye job and a lousy disposition. Still, once my initial disappointment was over it became a favorite episode. In the first place, it’s always interesting to see the Daily Planet gang away from Metropolis for a change. Perry orders Clark, Lois and Jimmy out to see what’s going on at the Planet-owned Lone Pine Timber Company, run by Sam Garvin (played by Stanley Andrews best known for his later role as the Old Ranger, narrator on Death Valley Days for many, many years before Ronald Reagan took over and whose voice is inexplicably dubbed during his phone chats with Perry). Lois and Jimmy dress down for the occasion (Jimmy wearing what is possibly the ugliest mixing of plaid shirts and pants ever recorded on camera), but Clark decides to go into the woods with the same old suit. Also in the cast is the very attractive Jane Adams as the Ghost Wolf’s owner Barbette.  Adams was a solid and likable B actress in many programmers and serials. She was Vicki Vale in the 1949 cliffhanger Batman and Robin, acted opposite Rondo Hatton in The Brute Man and is probably best known for playing the doomed hunchback lab assistant in House of Dracula. Veteran bad guy Lou Krugman (also featured in The Human Bomb but who I will always remember most vividly from Andy’s Gang where he played the Maharaja) fills out the cast.

This is one of the few episodes where Clark actually says “Great Scott” which was trade line in the comics. There’s lots of fill with stock footage, most of lumberjacks and falling trees, but like most of the early episodes it’s pretty much action, action, action with director Lee Sholem quickly getting the audience into the thick of things. This was reportedly the show where George Reeves took a bad fall during a flying sequence, probably in the shot where Superman takes off to seed a cloud with electricity. Lois gets to scream twice and along with Jimmy almost gets par-boiled by a forest fire but the two are insulated from the heat by Superman’s cape (odd none of the trees are seen to be burnt).

By the way, according to this episode if you ever wish to phone the Daily Planet it’s Metropolis 60500.

July 2005

THE RUNAWAY ROBOT

By Bruce Dettman

Robots have come a long way since Czech novelist and playwright Karel Capek wrote R.U.R., the theatrical vehicle that introduced the species to the general public way back in 1920. As a kid, very little that was intended to frighten me up on the big (or little) screen succeeded, not vampires or werewolves, not mummies or even the big guy with the bolts and ultimate flat top, but for some reason, perhaps it was their complete lack of humanity, robots invariably got under my skin. Of course, we who came along in the pre-George Lucas era, weren’t overly demanding of our robots. I have to admit with some embarrassment that the famous Walking Water Heater made notorious in Republic serials, actually sent a few shivers up my adolescent spine when I first encountered him tangling with my boyhood hero the Copperhead in The Mysterious Dr. Satan, as did the scowling metallic menace in The Phantom Creeps with Bela Lugosi. To be honest, I didn’t even totally trust Tobor or even Robbie, although they were supposedly benevolent creations. The one robot, however, who never bothered me in the least was Hero from The Runaway Robot, part of the first year’s episodes of TAOS. It is, I think, a testimonial to the acting skills of Phyllis Coates as Lois Lane that she managed to register legitimate terror and fear at the sight of a creature that can best be described as an ungainly composite of the Tin Woodsman from The Wizard of Oz and Mr. Potato Head. Not only did Ms. Coates cower and emote with admirable believability given the silly appearance of her attacker, but she also managed several dynamite multi-octave screams as only she could (I rate her right up there with the late Fay Wray in the lung department).  But that was the way it was in those days. No matter what the premise, how cheap the special effects, how questionable the plot line the actors gave it their all, never had tongue in cheek or appeared to look down at the material. That’s what makes all these old shows so memorable and fun to look back at. They were always played straight. Nonetheless, Runaway Robot is certainly less serious in theme and execution than most of Robert Maxwell’s first year efforts. For one thing, despite their willingness to have Hero do away with both Lois and its scatterbrained inventor Horatio Hinkle (Lucien Littlefield), the trio of bad guys which includes Russell Johnson (years away from his role as the Professor on Gilligans’s Island), Dan Seymour (who would also show up on The Mind Machine and The Stolen Costume) and one of screendom’s greatest weasels John Harmon, are hard to take seriously and more closely resemble some of the series’ later miscreants than other first year bad guys who are rarely a laughing matter. Ironically, despite the lighter tone of the episode, it seems as though the entire cast is a bit on the testy and volatile side. Everyone seems to have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed for this one – Clark (“Superman’s not psychic, Jimmy!”), Perry, Lois – the whole gang just seem off their game.  Perhaps the next Daily Planet payday was too far off. Who knows?  Fortunately, they finally get to blow off a little steam at Inspector Henderson’s expense when the torch appliance from Hero’s dismantled carcass singes the detective’s behind (in Clark’s apartment at the Standish Arms). It’s a fun episode but not one of the first year’s best. Still I think an Emmy should have gone to Ms. Coates for that one scene alone.

Photos courtesy of George McGaffin

June 2005

NIGHT OF TERROR 

By Bruce Dettman

 You still remember them, what’s left of them anyway. The majority are in pretty bad shape, crumbling reminders of an older, nearly forgotten America when gas and hamburgers were cheap. They can often be glimpsed in the distance from modern highways, many long closed, others biding their time until they are torn down to make way for Walmarts or 7-11s. They went by different names, auto courts, travel courts and cabins. When you traveled across America  -- as my family did by car from Illinois to California in early 1950s  -- there were few good motels, mainly only in the bigger cities, so you often stayed in such places. They were usually ok, for the most part clean and well run. The big attraction in those days was TV in the rooms, some actually coin operated. Outside of this, for kids anyway, they were pretty boring. If you were lucky there might be a swing set on the front lawn near the office so you could swing away for hours while drinking Dr. Pepper or Hires Root Beer from the outdoor soda machine.  In Night of Terror Lois Lane, portrayed by TV’s first Lois, Phyllis Coates, stops for the night at the Restwell Tourist Cabins not far from the Canadian border. Lois is on vacation and you have to wonder where’s she heading. Lois worked too hard and I like to think she’s going to have a clandestine rendezvous with some guy in Montreal.  Anyway, she’s unlucky enough to wander smack dab into a dangerous situation. Hoodlums have been using the place to hide out fellow criminals who are then smuggled out of the country. When the husband and wife owners find uncover the scheme the man is murdered by two thugs. Lois and the woman are next in line. The woman is Ann Doran who had a long track record in films and TV. You can spot her in a Three Stooges short and later she was James Dean’s mother in Rebel Without a Cause. TAOS fans might be int