Sunday, November 4, 2012

“Frankenstorm” and the three nannies


The media coverage of Hurricane Sandy last week was utterly fascinating, in that it primarily consisted of photogenic anchors vamping for entire segments of TV time, somewhat dowdier (and definitely windswept) on-location reporters standing around in the real depths of the story, and three politicians constantly holding press conferences – governors Cuomo and Christie, and Little Lord Fauntleroy himself, the billionaire mayor.

The last-mentioned held press conferences every few hours (given the way they were rerun, it felt like every few minutes); Cuomo and Bloomberg dealt with the “Frankenstorm” by shutting city transit down, telling people to stay at home (unless, of course, they needed evacuation), and saying in essence “just listen to us, we know what's best for you” (that's a politician-b.s.-to-Ed translation).

What was galling about the results of this 12-hour storm — millions of people losing their power (due to an explosion at a power station), the subways tunnels being flooded, and random other first-time occurrences — was that the city had a dry run for this whole disastrous affair last year with Hurricane Irene, when nothing of any heavy consequence happened weather-wise in NYC, and clearly NOTHING was learned by the “nannies” in office in the way of prevention of some aspects of this crisis.

As I noted last year, Irene was a landmark event in NYC history, as it marked the first time the entirety of the subway system was shut down, in anticipation of flooding. The MTA and public transit currently being the most unreliable, randomly executed, shiftless, and downright shitty aspect of living in this city (being self-regulating and reporting to no government official at all), I thought this was a bad idea, and it turned out to be an unnecessary one then, since Irene was mostly a non-starter in the tri-state area. (Those living by the water always experience outages and grief during severe storms.)

This time out it was a good idea to turn off the subways – although the fact that that the badly run MTA needs more than a full 24 hours to turn the whole godawful system off, thus doing the nanny trick of immobilizing the city when it shouldn't be immobilized, is part of the “we're doing what's best for you!” attitude that has proven to be the standard operating principle of the Bloomberg administration.

So as the week moved on from Monday through Wednesday the news coverage was a series of Cuomo-Bloomberg press conferences, followed by facts, figures, and “closings” of businesses and institutions. The most interesting aspect of the press conferences was the fact that on Tuesday and Wednesday both politicians were solidly patting themselves on the back for a job well done. (Note: I leave the lout Christie and N.J. out of this discussion because I live over here and can't address N.J. issues — I don't have a driver's license, don't have a car, and don't live near the water.)

By Thursday and Friday, it became apparent that a BIG portion of the city was without power, so in fact, the gov and tiny billionaire hadn't really done a great job, they had put on a great show. And were in fact still putting on a great show — please remember that Bloomberg constantly has to fight the “I don't care about anyone in the city I run, I was having my usual weekend jaunt at my summer home in Bermuda” image that emerged back in 2010 when the city was inundated by snow, and he attended to the problem when he goddamned felt like it.

These press conferences from the “tough” governor and the fey, monotone, wouldn't-care-about-you-if-you-were-bleeding-in-front-of-him (unless you were one of his billionaire cronies) mayor are still continuing as of today (Sunday), and they contain much less back-patting.

The sight of Bloomberg being yelled at by citizens in Rockaway the other day was a joyous one – of course it made no impression on him because the average working individual is not someone Mayor Mike has any care for, nor does he encounter them on a regular basis. He does want to change their diet and personal habits, though, from smoking to drinking soda to nursing their baby with formula.

The New York Times reported that Bloomberg was dead set on having the NYC Marathon take place today, despite the fact that it would divert resources from those who needed them most – the citizens of the city the tiny billionaire chose to run (again, I think of Citizen Kane: "I think it would be fun to run a newspaper" – insert "a major city" in place of "newspaper"). He was only convinced to cancel it when he was informed that such a callous act would impact badly on his legacy. He does NOT care about the citizens of this city.

Perhaps NYCers, who will most likely go to the polls this Tuesday and vote for our Democratic president, can THINK for a second before they pull the lever for yet another Republican for NYC mayor when that election comes around (it will have been 20 years of rule-by-nanny by the time Bloomberg becomes a “private citizen” again).

Then again, I continue to vote for Democrats and will continue to do so (I don't earn enough to support Republicans, or their evil, “hipper” twins, Libertarians), but the amount of disappointment and disillusion one feels as a result of the Dems' stunningly wimpish behavior is a major sadness. Cuomo was indeed just as big a windbag during Hurricane Sandy as Bloomberg was.

Climate change is for real, and all over the world people are experiencing extreme weather on a regular basis. We will see what city administrators have learned from this sudden, very expected crisis, and whether they will discuss with city services and... oh, I don't know, Con Edison... what measures can be put in place to guard against the effects of a hurricane, most importantly retaining power during and after the storm. (Every blackout we have in America seems to have an “oops!” aspect to it; preemptive action and infrastructure are things we do not believe in at all.)

Hurricane Irene meant nothing to these numbskulls and found them doing nothing to prepare for the occurrence of an actual hurricane hitting the city. Now that we have had a “severe weather event” that eclipsed most of the past torrents and monsoons, perhaps they will work to PREPARE for the inevitable annual reocurrence of this kind of weather.

Naaaaah...

Saturday, October 27, 2012

The Halloween Files: Kolchak: the Night Stalker

Last year around this time I paid tribute to the classic horror TV series Dark Shadows. This Halloween I want to throw the spotlight on another one of the finest horror series ever, Kolchak: the Night Stalker. Derived from two TV-movies and cancelled after just one season of 20 episodes, the show is revered by horror and fantasy fans, as well it should be.
The premise was very simple: veteran reporter Carl Kolchak (Darren McGavin) uncovers a different supernatural or paranormal phenomenon in every episode, cracks the story wide open, and then has his article squelched by his editor, the local authorities, or the federal government.
One of the many reasons the show is so beloved by its fans is the notion of Kolchak’s Sisyphus-like job as a reporter. It’s a given that none of his stories will ever see the light of print, yet he continues on, remaining employed strictly because his harried boss Anthony Vincenzo (sublime character actor Simon Oakland) respects him.
The show was unique in that it contained a very healthy dose of humor. Kolchak was a man out of time — a mid-Seventies reporter who wore a cheap straw hat and a seersucker suit (the out-of-date wardrobe was McGavin’s own idea — he said he saw the character as stuck in the early Sixties). He was a comic figure who inhabited a comic environment (the newsroom of INS, a lesser wire service), but who deeply believed in his profession and would do anything, including putting his life in jeopardy, to get his story.
Like the original Star Trek, the show’s strength lay in its scripting and casting. The people who have put it down over the years (more on that below) have complained about the often threadbare-looking monsters and the ridiculous idea that one reporter could encounter so many different menaces.
Well, the show’s scripters, among them David “The Sopranos” Chase (who served as the show’s story editor), a young Robert Zemeckis, and Hammer stalwart Jimmy Sangster (The Horror of Dracula, The Curse of Frankenstein), carried it off by creating a raft of extremely imaginative threats, included monsters from Native American, Cajun, and Haitian legends. My all-time favorite (see below) is the East Indian monster who appears to you in the form of the person you trust the most, in Sangster’s episode “Horror in the Heights.”
In addition to the scripting, the show was immaculately cast with familiar faces from TV and the movies. Among the guest stars, and folks cast as Kolchak’s tipsters, in the 20 eps were Tom Skerritt, John Marley, Phil Silvers, Nina Foch, Keenan Wynn, Jan Murray, Larry Storch, Carolyn Jones, Erik Estrada, Scatman Crothers, Antonio Fargas, Lara Parker, James Gregory, Mary Wickes, J. Pat O’Malley, John Fiedler, Army Archerd, Milt Kamen, Nita Talbot, Dick Gautier, Jeanne Cooper, Richard Kiel, Alice Ghostley, Severn Darden, Julie Adams, Bernie Kopell, Jim Backus, Jesse White, Art Metrano, Jackie Vernon, Hans Conreid, Cathy Lee Crosby, and both David Doyle and Tom Bosley!
The supporting cast was also perfect for their cartoonlike roles, from Jack Grinnage's prissy reporter to Ruth McDevitt as the grandmotherly advice columnist to the sublime Simon Oakland as the long-suffering Vincenzo.
The premier casting coup, though, was the star himself. Darren McGavin positively shone in the part, as he was able to capably balance the show’s humor and chills. He also possessed a terrific voice and was one of the all-time great hardboiled voiceover men — he had formerly starred in the Mike Hammer TV show in 1958-59, where he refined his craft.
Kolchak represented a fascinating bridge between newspaper comedies of the Thirties like The Front Page, and the post-Woodward and Bernstein “reporter as free speech hero” films and TV narratives. In fact, the most interesting thing about the show was its anti-establishment stance. Carl Kolchak tries to expose the truth, but is constantly lied to by the police, politicians, and other authority figures. The killer-robot episode “Mr. R.I.N.G.” has Kolchak learning that a coverup has been put in place to uphold “national security.”
It’s refreshing to find a piece of popular entertainment that so blatantly has as one of its themes the fact that the government lies to us (a lot). One of the most common tropes in the series finds Kolchak’s photographs and audio cassettes being either confiscated by the police or destroyed. The only thing he’s left with is his trusty tape recorder, into which he recounts the full story after the menace has been disposed of.
Given the fact that that the show is held in very high regard by many horror and fantasy fans, it surprised me upon researching the series to discover that there was a very vocal minority of people who thought the series was a “mistake” — that only the two TV-movies should have been made — and that those people included the folk behind the creation of the original TV movies.
In the book Night Stalking: a 20th Anniversary Kolchak Companion, author Mark Dawidziak — who himself confesses that he thinks the series was a mistake (although he wrote not one but two books about it) — got interviews with all of the principals involved in the original pair of TV-movies, and all of them complain that the Kolchak series was completely misguided.
Scripter Richard Matheson, producer-director Dan Curtis, the creator of the Kolchak character, Jeff Rice, and Darren McGavin himself all agreed that the two TV-movies were terrific, but they disliked the notion of doing a Kolchak TV series. After the show became a massive cult hit in reruns, McGavin was fond of noting that he had a terrible time working on it because it was produced in such a last-minute fashion (the shows were shot in six days and aired in the order they were shot in, McGavin noting “We were turning in wet negatives”).
Add to the dissenting voices Stephen King, who derided the series in his book Danse Macabre We do have to keep in mind, however, that this comes from a talented craftsman who feels that every single line he writes is worthy of publication (you ain't Dostoevsky or Pynchon, Steve, you're a goddamned genre novelist!). As for film/TV entertainment, remember that King felt that the Kubrick Shining could be improved upon by a meager U.S. TV miniseries; he thought a similarly anemic rewrite of von Trier’s sensational The Kingdom was necessary; and he botched the EC formula for horror in his tribute to those classic comics, Creepshow.
The Dawidziak book (written in 1991) also contains statements in praise of the show. The late mystery writer and film historian Stuart Kaminsky and several TV critics, including NPR’s David Bianculli, go on the record proclaiming the show to be one of the best fantasy series ever to air on American TV. At this point, you could definitely add to that chorus producer-writer Chris Carter, who has professed a major love for the show and has stated that it was one of the key inspirations for his X-Files — since Kolchak was the first TV character to notice that “there's something out there.”
I fall in with the latter camp. I think Kolchak: the Night Stalker was one of the best horror series ever and was also a triumph when it came to mixing horror and humor. Sure, the monsters were often super-cheap looking, but a good deal of the low-budget sci-fi and horror films of the Fifties and Sixties contain bargain-basement creatures.
Thus, I urge you to check out the series and the two telefilms, all of which are currently online for free, thanks to three very generous posters, “naysgrace” and “Ocean71fvr” having posted the bulk of the series, with “wgdvds” picking up the slack and posting the remaining eps. Below I choose the must-see ten of the 22 Kolchak adventures.
No one – including the dogmatic and all-too-wordy Stephen King – disputes that the original Night Stalker TV-movie from 1972 is a classic of its kind. When we first meet Carl Kolchak, he's working in Las Vegas and the menace he uncovers is a vampire (Barry Atwater):
The second Kolchak TV-movie, The Night Strangler (1973) finds Carl in Seattle investigating an immortal strangler. The supporting cast in this telefilm is filled with familiar faces:
The first episode of the Kolchak TV series establishes that Carl and his boss have set down roots in Chicago. The first menace encountered there is a killer who may be Jack the Ripper:
The second episode pits Carl against a zombie killer, resurrected by voodoo (the Mafia are also involved, and the chief don insults Kolchak's “two dollar hat”). One of the standard plot devices in the series was for Carl to discover an arcane ritual that would kill the monster in question; this episode contains one of the best death-rituals in the entire series:
One of the best traditional monster tales in the series was the fourth episode, “The Vampire,” in which Carl hunts down a vampiress in Los Angeles (who happens to have been “turned” by the vampire in the original Night Stalker TV-movie):
Dark Shadows' Lara Parker is a fashion model who just happens to be a witch in the lively episode “The Trevi Collection”:
“Firefall” contains one of the images from the series that has haunted me since childhood. Kolchak hiding in a church as a deadly doppelganger bangs at a high church window trying to get at him. In this case, the doppelganger looks like an orchestra conductor and set his victims on fire:
I will close out with three of the best paranoia scenarios. The first is a UFO saga in which Carl finds out that the government has covered up the fact that killer aliens (who live by sucking bone marrow out of their victims) have landed on Earth. The title of the episode is the rather portentous “They Have Been, They Are, They Will Be....”:
A Cajun man involved in a sleep experiment unleashes a swamp monster in Chicago in “The Spanish Moss Murders.”
And finally, my all-time favorite episode in the series, “Horror in the Heights.” Here grisly killings take place when an ancient Indian monster assumes the form of the person most trusted by its victims. Phil Silvers guest stars, and Jimmy Sangster's tight and imaginative script shows how good the series could be when all the elements were at their best: