Monthly Archives: January 2012

‘Alcatraz’ developing key mythology?

True fans don’t have to be reminded, unfortunately, of TV series that loaded up on their own mythology only to disappoint fans before the end.

How bizarre was it that “The X-Files” — once one of my favorites shows — spent several seasons establishing that FBI agent Mulder’s sister had been taken by aliens … only to throw all that out the window with a late-in-the-series revelation that Samantha Mulder was kidnapped by a plain old human killer?

How inexplicable was it that “Lost” — once one of my favorite shows — spent several seasons laying out what seemed to be an intricate backstory for the island and its occupants … only to ignore most of it, explain the rest away and, most mind-bogglingly of all, prove its early Internet critics right by declaring in the final episode that the characters we had grown to love had been hanging out in limbo after all.

So upon watching “Alcatraz” tonight, I found myself hoping that the series’ makers really do have the key to the mystery they’re developing.

If you haven’t watched this show, which aired its fourth installment in three weeks tonight, the basic plot is that more than 300 prisoners and guards disappeared from the island prison of Alcatraz in 1963. They’re reappearing in modern-day San Francisco, they haven’t aged a day and most seem to be on some kind of quest. Not to mention that they’ve returned to their old habits of bank robbery, kidnapping and murder.

Tonight’s episode, “Cal Sweeney,” introduced a bank robber whose objective seems to be an old-fashioned key. It’s the second of these keys that have shown up. Now they’re in the hands of federal investigator Hauser (Sam Neill) running the inmate recovery project.

I’m really hoping there’s some meaning to the keys, just like I’m hoping there’s some meaning to investigator Rebecca Madsen’s (Sarah Jones) discovery that her grandfather was a convict and is now roaming the present.

As for researcher Diego Soto (played by lovable “Lost” grad Jorge Garcia)? I’m just enjoying his amiable presence.

The show is teasing us with several little mysteries, including characters who seem to be represented in both time periods.

But if those keys mean something now … they damn well better mean something later.

Or Samantha Mulder’s ghost just might step out of that flying saucer and open up a can of suspension of disbelief.

‘I Want My MTV’ book a fun look behind-the-scenes

Most of us remember what we were doing on or shortly after Aug. 1, 1981.

We were watching MTV, of course.

The channel’s first decade — when music videos, many of them awful, ruled the airwaves and VJs like J.J. Jackson and (sigh) Martha Quinn were our best friends — is chronicled in “I Want My MTV,” the recent book by Craig Marks and Rob Tannenbaum.

The two have compiled the definitive oral history of the channel, which was one of the biggest gambles in TV history. Who could have imagined, more than 30 years ago, that teens and young adults would watch a channel devoted to music videos 24 hours a day?

Not to mention that a lot of the videos sucked.

The book is stuffed with interviews about the early days of the channel, when only a handful of videos were available; the complaints that helped get more videos from black artists on the air; the advent of Michael Jackson on MTV; and the behind-the-scenes of the channel’s daily struggles. To say that the channel’s executives, staff, artists and video crews were drug-fueled is an understatement. Maybe one of the greatest of all time.

A couple of anecdotes were especially amusing.

Many of the videos now considered classics were very off-the-cuff. The director of the memorable ZZ Top videos like “Sharp Dressed Man” and “She’s Got Legs” just happened to have the inspired idea of putting the Texas blues band in the background in favor of Playboy models.

And the video for Bill Squier’s “Rock Me Tonight” gets special treatment in a chapter about how bad it was and how it pretty much destroyed the rocker’s career.

If you don’t remember the video — and I wish I could embed it here (I’m looking at you, WordPress) — it featured Squier prancing around a loft apartment and tearing his shirt off.

The book carries the MTV story into the early 90s, when the channel began airing the first “Real World” season and began shifting its focus from music videos to reality and lifestyle programming.

Theres a lot to get through here, and the authors probably include a few too many anecdotes about channel executives snorting cocaine and too few anecdotes about the on-air personalities and musicians. But if you were a fan of MTV in its heyday, the book’s worth a look.

Spider-Man in ‘The Avengers’ — part two

You know, at this point I’m choosing to believe Spider-Man is going to join up with — even fleetingly — his Marvel comics counterparts in this May’s “Avengers” movie.

That doesn’t mean it will happen. But wouldn’t it be fun if it did?

A while back in this space, I noted reports on the Interwebs that Spider-Man — the movie incarnation of which is owned by Sony — might appear in “The Avengers,” which is being made by Marvel’s studio arm and released by Disney.

Many folks with a lot more insight than me maintain that Sony is rebooting “Spider-Man” this summer only to keep their hands on the rights to the character.

And they note how hard it is, some apparent recent legal accord notwithstanding, for studios to play nicely together.

In the wake of the first round of pooh-poohing of the Spider-Man rumor, come stories today — in bestmoviesever.com and repeated on Comicbookresources.com — that Spidey really, truly is going to appear in the movie, even if it’s a glorified cameo like Wolverine’s appearance in last summer’s “X-Men: First Class.”

The above websites have all the speculation if you care to check it out.

Anyway, we all know that Marvel is building an intricate movie universe and that Sony wouldn’t mind some publicity for their “Spider-Man” reboot, which follows “The Avengers” into theaters by several weeks.

So will it happen?

We’ll find out.

Horror classic: ‘Salem’s Lot’

Who can forget the moment in “Salem’s Lot” when the little boy, lost in the woods and turned into a vampire, comes scratching at his brother’s window, whispering to be let in? Ralphie Glick floats into the room amid wisps of fog, hovering close to his brother. And then —

The 1979 TV-movie version of Stephen King’s classic 1975 novel about vampires infesting a small town in Maine holds up pretty well despite the intervening three decades (!).

Sure there’s a lot about “Salem’s Lot” that looks dated now. Most of it is cosmetic, though, including the hairstyles and clothing, particularly that of lead actor David Soul (“Starsky and Hutch;” I half expected him to break into “Don’t Give Up on Us, Baby”).

But director Tobe Hooper, who had made “A Texas Chainsaw Massacre” just five years before and hadn’t yet directed “Poltergeist,” did a good job of translating King’s book into TV-friendly images.

King’s book came out as the author’s career was beginning to get red hot. He had published “Carrie” the year before and the five years that followed “Salem’s Lot” could be considered the best five years any writer could hope to have: “The Shining,” “Night Shift,” “The Stand,” “The Dead Zone” and “Firestarter” were all published before 1980. Pretty mind-boggling.

King’s protagonist, Ben Mears, is a haunted man who comes back to the small town of ‘Salem’s Lot — short for Jerusalem’s Lot — to work on a book. Very quickly he realizes there’s something wrong about the town. He had a nightmarish vision there when he was a child. Is there something inherently evil about a place, he wonders?

Just as Ben comes back to ‘Salem’s Lot, the mysterious Kurt Barlow and Richard Straker open an antiques store. Barlow is, of course, a vampire and Straker is his human helper.

The TV version takes some liberties with characters, condensing some and omitting others entirely. Yet it still works.

Watching the show in recent days, I was struck by how dark (not just dimly lit, but that too) the story is.

I also marveled at how much Bonnie Bedelia, playing Susan, the female lead, looks like current-day ingenue Kristen Stewart. Bedelia is first here, then Stewart.

“Salem’s Lot” is probably available online or on disc if you want a pleasant trip back to vintage horror.

I watched it on VHS tape, all the while hoping the 30-year-old tape didn’t break or shred.

Horror doesn’t get much more vintage than that.

Writers to read: Chuck Hogan

Chuck Hogan is one of those writers whose fame is slowly growing but whose name might draw a blank stare even from avid readers of crime novels and thrillers.

Chuck who?

Hogan co-wrote, with Guillermo Del Toro, the trilogy of end-of-the-world books that began with “The Strain.”

He also wrote the gritty thriller “Prince of Thieves,” the story the Ben Affleck/Jeremy Renner thriller “The Town” was based on.

Oh, that Chuck Hogan.

I’ve been making my way through Hogan’s novels, in no particular order. As proof of that, I’ve just finished his first book, “The Standoff,” published in 1994.

The downbeat story of a deeply troubled FBI hostage negotiator, the sheriff of a small Montana county and a black federal agent, all of whom are thrown into a dangerous situation thanks to a standoff with a white supremacist holed up, along with family members, in a small mountain cabin.

When a local judge mistakenly orders an eviction notice be served on the mountain man — who has a good supply of guns to back up his racist, government-hating paranoia — dominos begin falling. Shots are fired, reinforcements are called in and the people of a nearby town start taking sides. Unfortunately, they take the side of the racist cabin-dweller.

Hogan throws a few twists into the story, but the book is a straightforward and ultimately dark thriller.

The story is interesting in part because of the time in which it was published. The federal standoffs at Waco and Ruby Ridge had occurred but the Oklahoma City bombing had not. Mention of the World Trade Center — the scene of an earlier, traumatic hostage situation that left troubled agent John Banish literally and figuratively scarred — seem eerie.

Hogan isn’t a showy writer. The “Strain” trilogy with its end-of-the-world theatrics isn’t typical of his work.

With that series complete, I’m hoping that Hogan gets back to the mean streets and meaner protagonists of his best thrillers.

 

Here’s a little teaser for ‘The Walking Dead’

Yes, yes, I know that you know: I’m looking forward to the return of “The Walking Dead” on AMC on Feb. 12.

Here’s hoping the second half of this second season of the show has the fun character conflict that marked the first half of this season — plus lots of zombie goodness.

Because WordPress still won’t let me post videos, for some reason, here’s a link to the short but exciting teaser trailer for the show’s mid-season return.

‘Alcatraz,’ ‘Justified’ have strong second weeks

What a fun feeling when two TV shows — one a returning favorite in its third season, the other brand new out of the box — start off strong.

I’m playing catch-up here, but I wanted to mention this week’s installments of “Justified,” airing Tuesdays on FX, and “Alcatraz,” airing Mondays on Fox.

In the second week of it’s third season, “Justified” continues the compelling story of Kentucky’s small-time crooks and the federal marshals who must deal with them, particularly Boyd Crowder (Walton Goggins) and Raylan Givens (Timothy Olyphant) respectively.

In Tuesday night’s episode, Givens was reunited with an old partner — and an old flame, from the sexual tension on display — named Karen Goodall. The inside joke here is that Goodall is actually Karen Sisco, a federal deputy previously played in the movie “Out of Sight” by Jennifer Lopez and — in a TV series a few years back — Carla Gugino. Like “Justified,” Sisco’s stories are drawn from the works of author Elmore Leonard.

Gugino returns to the character in “Justified” — she’s apparently signed for a few episodes — and it’s fun watching her and Olyphant kind of circling each other, particularly since Goodall/Sisco returns just as Givens is about to settle down with his ex-wife, Winona.

Tuesday’s episode — dealing with the murder of another marshal — wasn’t as strong as last week’s season premiere. But you can’t beat any show that features Olyphant, Gugino, Nick Searcy as Chief Deputy Art Mullen and Goggins.

There’s also a good introduction of Mykelti Williamson as a new character, a bad guy who is as menacing as he is folksy.

As for “Alcatraz,” I think this week’s episode, “Kit Nelson,” was my favorite so far.

If you haven’t seen “Alcatraz,” the show’s mythology is that, in 1963, the San Francisco island prison wasn’t shut down because all the prisoners were transferred. No, it was shut down because 300 prisoners and guards disappeared.

Now, a half-century later, those prisoners are reappearing, and a crew of cops and experts is pursuing them. Sam Neill, Sarah Jones and Jorge Garcia make up the solid cast of investigators.

This week’s show teased us with a little more mythology of the show. Remember Dr. Beauregard, the unseen medical officer of the modern-day prison in which Neill’s character is lodging recovered prisoners? This week’s episode revealed that Beauregard is not only Neill’s medical shaman in the present but was also the sinister doctor at the prison in the 1960s. And he hasn’t aged a day.

That little revelation, plus the beginning of a mystery involving Jones’ grandfather — a convict on the loose in modern San Francisco — and tidbits about the traumatic past of Garcia’s character are enough to allay my worries that the show might too easily fall into the “escaped prisoner of the week” trap.

And since the show is from “Lost” producer J.J. Abrams, I had to laugh when, out of nowhere, the show introduced a hatch in the middle of the woods from which a kidnapped boy escaped.

I’m not surprised to be enjoying “Justified” this much. I am a little surprised — pleasantly surprised — to be digging “Alcatraz” so much.

 

Blizzard of ’78 memories

If you were alive and in East Central Indiana 34 years ago today, you probably — maybe with a little prompting — remember what you were doing.

You were watching the snow fall.

Yes, today — Jan. 25 — is the 34th anniversary of the Blizzard of ’78. Over a couple of days, 20 inches of snow was dumped on our heads (and roofs and roads and … ). Some people think even more snow fell, but that’s the official National Weather Service total. Two days of winds caused roads to close and created drifts up to many rooftops.

I know that it seemed like we were never going to see spring.

I’ve blogged about the Blizzard of ’78 before, but on the anniversary I’ll mention again what an experience it was.

It was infinitely preferable to the ice storm of January 2005, of course, because during the blizzard my family’s home still had electricity. We were warm and safe.

I don’t remember having run low on food — we lived on a farm, after all, and my parents not only had freezers full of meat from our own livestock but also basement shelves full of canned beans from our garden — but I do remember running low on things to do.

Over a couple of homebound days, I read and re-read a bunch of books and comic books and watched a lot of TV. Dinosaur alert: This was well before we had cable TV, of course, so we all spent a lot of quality time with Bob Gregory and other Indy TV figures.

When we could finally get out, we drove through the snow tunnel that followed the approximate route of South Walnut Street to the Southway Plaza, where we could stock up on groceries from Marsh and comic books from Hook’s.

As I’ve noted before, I don’t have any surviving photos from that time. The one posted above I found online tonight. It’s by photographer and writer Jim Garringer and shows a downtown Muncie street scene in the aftermath of the blizzard.

Few pictures — except for the ones in my head — can adequately capture the impact of the Blizzard of ’78, which had the temporary effect of keeping us out of school for weeks.

And had the permanent effect of being frozen, forever, in our collective memories.

And the Oscar won’t go to …

Back when I was a movie reviewer and entertainment writer, I followed the Oscar announcements as if the head of the motion picture academy was releasing puffs of either gray or white smoke. They were that important to me. Movies were my religion.

This year’s nominees were announced this morning but I’ve yet to really study the full list. I do have a few thoughts, however.

I’m not going to suggest that “X-Men First Class” or “Captain America” or “Bridesmaids” or any of several movies I saw in 2011 should have been nominated.

But each year when Hollywood is buzzing about the best movies of the year, my mind goes back to 1982. I wrote an article listing my picks for best pics of the year.

But I was too caught up in what I should choose as the best movie of the year rather than what I really thought.

Considering 1982 was a milestone year for movies, guess which of the following I picked as the best of the year:

“E.T.”

“Tootsie”

“Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan”

“The Verdict”

“Gandhi”

“Sophie’s Choice”

“Blade Runner”

“My Favorite Year”

“Richard Pryor Live on Sunset Strip”

“The Year of Living Dangerously”

Yep, that’s right. I picked “Gandhi.”

Undoubtedly a good movie, and an Oscar winner, but one that I’ve never watched a second time.

Since then, I’ve learned to be true to my own tastes.

Between now and the Academy Awards ceremony in February, I’ll no doubt see some more of the nominees. So far, of the nine movies in contention for Best Picture, I’ve seen “Midnight in Paris” and “The Help.” I don’t know that either picture is one for the ages but they were pretty good.

I’m looking forward to “War Horse” and “The Artist” and some of the other nominees.

And I don’t really think I’ll see the makers of “Captain America” leaping up on stage next month.

But I might be wishing they would.

 

Svengoolie: Reunion with an old ghoul friend

Like a lot of people in Central Indiana, I grew up watching “Sammy Terry” late Friday nights on Channel 4. Sammy, whose son has lately taken up the mantle of corny horror movie host — at least on special occasions — was a fixture of most of our childhoods.

My misspent young adulthood, however, was spent in the company of Svengoolie.

For those who aren’t familiar with him, Svengoolie was a longtime horror movie host on Chicago TV station WFLD. The Sven that my friends and I were familiar with was played, for much of the 1980s, by Rich Koz, the second actor to play the part of the hippie ghoul and horror movie host.

Koz, in Svengoolie drag, would present classic (and not-so-classic) horror movies during his Saturday night show. My friends and I tuned in every week, snacks and beverages at hand, to enjoy the movies and Koz’s irreverent approach to them.

Our love for Svengoolie was so great that, when we heard that WFLD was being dropped from the local cable channel lineup in the mid-1980s, we sent him a telegram — kids, that’s the pre-Internet version of email — that he read on the final show that we could see.

My local cable lineup recently added MeTV, a nostalgia channel, and Svengoolie is right there, on Saturday nights, hosting — and making fun of — classic movies.

Last Saturday he aired “House of Frankenstein,” the 1944 Universal gem featuring not only Frankenstein and Dracula and the Wolf Man but a hunchback assistant.

Koz is older and has put on a few pounds — unlike the rest of us, who have remained young and svelte — but the show is snarky, campy good fun just like it was … holy crap, nearly 30 years ago.

Thirty years? That would make Koz and Svengoolie a classic showing classics. Hopefully for the viewing pleasure of classic old geeks.