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The very definition of “woman power,” the 3-part mini-series mystery ABOVE SUSPICION: SILENT SCREAM (now on DVD from Acorn Media/RLJ Entertainment), written, produced and directed by some of the strongest female voices in British TV, is a breathless take-no-prisoners thriller.

The third series in a wildly popular gritty look at contemporary London police detection, ABOVE SUSPICION has never (to my knowledge) aired here in the U.S., so I was therefore unfamiliar with the main characters and their complicated inter-relationships. While it would be a helpful narrative sidebar to SERIES 3, it isn’t a necessary one. The tight, brutal, snarling scenario stands on its own. I WAS, however, quite familiar with the show’s creator/executive producer/writer – the remarkable Lynda La Plante (adapting SILENT SCREAM from her novel of the same name), whose classic sleuth Jane Tennison in the Prime Suspect series made Helen Mirren a household name in America.

What made Prime Suspect so great (besides its star) were the unrelenting “I’m not in the mood” attitudes of its protagonist and her overworked staff. This is apparently a La Plante prerequisite, as it permeates every frame of this 140-minute action and suspense drama.

The leads are terrific: Game of Thrones’ Ciaran Hinds portrays craggy DCS James Langton, an incorruptible veteran waiting for a deserved upgrade. A perfect male counterpart to DCI Tennison, Langton is surly with a borderline tinderbox persona that dangerously threatens to explode upon the next suspect’s lie or an interoffice red tape screw-up. This behavior isn’t helped by the fact that the aging detective has been passed over for his long-awaited promotion. Add to the mix that the officer chosen is much younger, less experienced (though capable) and black (the excellent Ray Fearon). Uh-oh. To Langton’s credit, he understands the choice, but refuses to accept it, and his natural hostility to his one-time friend (I’m assuming this, as I haven’t been privy to the first two series) is only further enraged when his new superior deals HIM the race card. It’s a wonderful scene (one of many) when Hinds and Fearon butt heads with an almost tearful response from the wronged DCS shaming the man for crying ethnic prejudice. “You know me better than that.” An embarrassed Fearon (with the dynamic name of Sam Power) relents, and apologizes. It’s tough stuff, real stuff – so way beyond the network BS pap we’re shoveled here every TV season.

Langton soon realizes that he has been the victim of an in-house smear campaign – and from someone under his command.  Overloading this dude’s already full psychological plate with a side of paranoia is really not the way to go.  And it gets worse and more tense for all concerned, save the lucky discriminating crime fan viewers, who I suspect will eat up each vitriolic morsel with snarky delight.

Langton’s second in charge is DI Anna Travis, whose presence concurrently exudes authority and sexuality. As superbly played by Kelly Reilly, Travis is a reasonably composed contradictory portrait of a woman in control intentionally suppressing her natural beauty with a vengeance. Reilly’s eyes alone are enough to stop traffic. They’re like two beautifully formed diamonds of ice (if it wasn’t for the fact that Reilly’s such a good actress, I probably wouldn’t have been…well, taking my eyes off them). They’re the kind of peepers that I imagine would have made Elizabeth Taylor likely gasp, “Holy crap!” It’s also obvious that she’s ferociously attracted to Langton (essentially an older male version of herself); and it’s reciprocal. But the case comes first – and it’s a doozy.

The show opens with a ravishing young woman in peril being stalked in Victorian England. Of course, before one can say “Jack the Ripper,” it’s revealed to be a movie set. The fatal femme is the country’s newest and most sensational flavor of the month, Amanda Delaney (Joanna Vanderham), an actress/starlet more renowned for her private sex life than her thespian endeavors. Or in Brit-TV terms, more downstairs than upstairs. That she is soon found murdered in a way horrifically surpassing her celluloid demise becomes the talk of the UK. And the mess is dumped into Langton’s and Travis’ respective laps.

Natch, this opens the floodgates for a plethora of amazing British actors and actresses who parade through the sanguine proceedings with great panache, to say nothing of varying sizes of bloody footprints.

Even by skank standards, Delaney’s past was enough to gag a boatload of reality stars (note how I’m refraining from mentioning the name “Kardashian” because…DAMN IT!). Suffice to say, she took spotted dick to the ultimate dessert level, and no penis (married or not) in the greater London area was safe. She had the hugest lovers, the hugest abortions, did the hugest amount of drugs and got off by extracting the hugest revenge; Amanda Delaney is Donald Trump sans his modesty. Not surprisingly, being this huge means one has the largest number of enemies, so Hinds’s and Travis’s suspect list is epic.

This is where the fun begins. Former costars, their wives, directors, writers, producers are all brought into the fray; ditto her Duggar-esque parents, staff, drug dealers, a rapacious ex-con chauffeur, Delaney’s thieving, embezzling agent and, obviously the star’s closest “friends,” the latter comprising a trio of whacked, slimy heroin-addicted millennial hippies. This trio, particularly the two women, comprise the most interesting human specimens in SILENT SCREAM‘s cast. Jeannie Bale (Kate O’Flynn) is a vicious, violent, roaring psychopath when “straight,” but pump a few grams of…well, anything…into her and Jeannie’s former state is vintage Dakota Fanning by comparison. Bale’s weakling stoner “sister” is a pathetic total sleaze, a performance made all the more jaw-dropping when one realizes that it’s enacted by Call the Midwife’s angelic Sister Mary Cynthia, Bryony Hannah.

But why kill the goose laying everyone’s golden eggs – and just about everything else? It’s the discovery of a now-vanished lust-fueled diary that Delaney was about to publish. Okay, time to add pissed-off publishers to the roster of possible killers.

The “tough stuff” in SILENT SCREAM is about as raw as it gets. If you think two women fighting is cute (raging from bitch-slap to cat fight), you ain’t seen nothing yet.  A nightmarish all-out attack by O’Flynn on Reilly would have Sam Peckinpah running for cover.

There’s a fantastic cross-examination in a precinct interview room scene that defines top-drawer acting. Langton is questioning an (what else?) angered Bale, who, among other things was furious at her late pal for stealing the career she delusionally assumed should have been hers. There’s no dialog, but via pure facial expressions, one sees Langton’s anguish and then “oh, crap!” realization that this maniac’s demeanor is virtually no different than his (regarding the promotion loss). It’s my favorite of many moments. Kudos to both author La Plante and director Catherine Morshead.

The DVD of ABOVE SUSPICION: SILENT SCREAM is up to the usual excellent Acorn standards: sharp widescreen visuals, saturated in cool colors and buttressed by a vibrant stereo soundtrack (for which composed Simon Lacey has fashioned an appropriate score). Further congrats in order for d.p. Damian Bromley.

If you’re like me and refuse to even submit yourself to bubblegum sleuthing of the phony Elementary, Scorpion, blah-blah-blah ilk, I heartily suggest you seek out this fine slice of grown-up fare. Like the Lou Reed song goes, “Come on, take a walk on the wild side.”

ABOVE SUSPICION: SILENT SCREAM.  Color.  Widescreen [1.78:1; 16 x 9 anamorphic].  2.0 stereo-surround audio.  Acorn Media/RLJ Entertainment.  CAT #AMP-2132.  SRP:  $29.99.

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Talkin’ the Talk: Will Hutchins and ‘SUGARFOOT: THE COMPLETE SECOND SEASON,’ PART 2

I appreciate these shows a whole lot better now than when I worked on them.

And on with the show!

THE DEVIL TO PAY (12/23/58, d. Lee Sholem). Tom, working as a debt collector, becomes embroiled in the evil doings of corrupt Indian agents.  Taking sides with the Native Americans running the trading post (and its gorgeous proprietress), Brewster becomes the victim of an ancient Arapaho devil doll curse!  “What I remember most about this show was female costar Grace Raynor, one of my all-time favorites.  She had just done Dear Charles on Broadway with Tallulah Bankhead.  And she had a great part in Devil to Pay. A very aggressive Native American, who had the hots for Sugarfoot.  I had to let her down easy – and I wanted to do it in that ‘he just isn’t into you’ way.  You know, the attraction, or lack of, having nothing to do with race.  I have to say that my character didn’t fall in love with every beauty that guest starred with me.  Again, look at a show like Wagon Train.  Robert Horton fell in love every week!  What a fickle guy he was (also very lucky)!  Or, as the Japanese would say, ‘He’s a butterfly.’  But Grace Raynor was easily one of the best leading ladies I ever had.  Of course, working with John Carradine was amazing.  He was awesome to watch.  He’d lay down complicated bits to do, and would perfectly repeat them to match the long shots, close-ups, medium shots, etc.  The consummate movie/TV actor.  You’d watch him perform, and gasp, ‘Wow, this really is an art.’  Compare that to Marlon Brando, who couldn’t care less, and jump all over the screen.  Made it hell for continuity, directors, editors.  But Carradine – what a craftsman.  Tol Avery was another great guy and a great character actor.  I used to say that the character actors drove their pickup trucks to the set, and the stars drove their limos to the unemployment office.  Character actors were always so much more together than the folks they supported.  And why not?  Most of them worked constantly, and, were a generally happy lot.  In fact, the meaner their characters, the nicer they were in real life.

“One day, the great Jacques Tati visited our set – I should have stepped right up to him and said, ‘Bonjour Monsieur Hulot!’ and extended the delightful occasion to the max.  Instead, Hutch, the shrinking violet, satisfied himself just by gazing in wonderment at this genius of visual flick comedy.  On impulse, I pulled a Hulot-ish stunt, hoping Tati would groove with it.  On our set, a Native American trading post, was a barrelful of beans.  During lighting setups, I plucked a handful and tossed ‘em high.  They came raining down onto Roll’em Sholem.  He looked up at the guys on the catwalks and cursed mightily.  ‘Course, I hadda do it again.  Sholem couldn’t have turned redder or madder.  If not Tati, I hope at least M. Hulot was secretly pleased.

“The plot for Devil to Pay was lifted from Beach of Falesa by Robert Louis Stevenson, not for its lofty roots but because at Warners they knew what was public domain!  It was relatively easy adjusting the South Pacific locales to the West, natives becoming Native Americans, etc.  They did a real good job with it.  I have to say that this is one of my favorite shows.”

THE DESPERADOES (1/6/59, d. Josef Leytes).

A sleepy Mexican town becomes a ticking time bomb when fanatics plan to assassinate Juarez, whose caravan is scheduled to pass through the hamlet.   “As far as I’m concerned, this is one of our two worst shows.  That said, I enjoyed working on it immeasurably because of Abby Dalton.  She was so much fun!  We were joking and jiving around all the time.  And she made the lousy script a joy.  We kind of ripped off Suddenly, the Sinatra movie where he attempts to kill the president.  If I thought about it, I suppose every one of our shows stole the main concept from someplace.  Now Jack Kruschen was in that show.  I hold him in high regard, but I didn’t think he was all that good in this episode (Who would have been?  Can’t think of a soul).   At the time, I didn’t think much of him, but, later on, saw him in The Apartment and other movies, and thought he was just brilliant.

“We spent a lot of our free time posing for publicity shots.  Those great Warners photographers were just terrific.  One of my faves is Abby astride a stubborn mule with yours truly pulling the equine with all his might via a rope around the animal’s neck.  The mule doesn’t budge, and Abby smiles as wide as the Missouri river!

“Honestly, I was having such a ball working with Abby that I didn’t realize how miserable the show was until I saw it.”

THE EXTRA HAND (1/20/59, d. Lee Sholem).

A Russian immigrant seaman, traumatized by a horrific voyage wherein a shark bit off his left arm (!), engages Tom as a traveling companion en route to meet two unscrupulous partners in a silver mine.  “The movie The Boy from Oklahoma is the picture they based Sugarfoot on.  The bad guy of the town was Anthony Caruso, who’s in this episode and, years later was my boss for five years when I worked for the City of L.A.  I wonder if I ever mentioned that to him?  There’s a still of the two of us riding double – with me holding a gun on his back.  It’s one of the most popular stills folks ask me to autograph, mostly because Caruso’s chest is so inscription-friendly big, I could have written the entire scenario on it.  I remember we did a really good fight scene on that show, albeit brief.  But agile and athletic.  Of course, the master of that show was the great Karl Swenson.  I recall having trouble with my lines during a scene on a boardwalk.  Just couldn’t get the words out, and, in my opinion, the final result doesn’t work well – all because of me.  But Karl got me through it with a great trick.  He told me, ‘Now when you say your lines, say them to the tip of my nose.  That’s all you need to concentrate on.’  Sounded crazy, but, damn if it didn’t work.  As for Jack Lambert, let me say this:  that guy was as creepy in real life as he was on the screen.  Maybe creepier.  He scared the shit out of me!  Now I’m not saying he wasn’t a nice guy.  We once went out for dinner, and I couldn’t shake the fact that he might do something violent and horrible to me at the drop of a hat.  He didn’t, of course, but he just had that aura.  He’s the only actor that ever really scared me.  I’m shuddering now!

“The special effects department deserves kudos for this one.  The exteriors were shot on the Lawman street.  They did a good job, roughing it up.  Blowing tumbleweeds and clouds of dust past the camera, hanging cobwebs on the buildings howling wind sound effects, that kind of stuff.”

RETURN OF THE CANARY KID (2/3/59; d. Montgomery Pittman).  Chris Colt (Wayde Preston in a cross-over series appearance) convinces Tom to impersonate his nefarious imprisoned relative to snuff out his remaining gang.  Then the real Canary Kid breaks jail!  “This is the show that slipped between the cracks, and went public domain, due to Warners’ negligence.  I love all the Canary Kid shows, especially the ones Monty wrote and directed.  Saw Canary Kid, Incorporated recently (which he didn’t work on), and liked that one too.  And how great it was working with Raymond Hatton!  There’s a scene where I leave him out in the water.  What a dastardly thing to do!”

MYSTERIOUS STRANGER.  (2/17/59; d. Paul Henreid).  Working as an apprentice to a noted attorney, Tom is shocked to discover that his idol may have had a hand in exploiting workers in the local Polish community.  “Now this show was a thrill to work on if, for no other reason, being directed by Paul Henreid.  Here’s an interesting story.  Most of the music on Sugarfoot was canned, stock library themes, etc.  But on this show, we had an original score composed by Max Steiner!  The only time that ever happened.  And that was because Steiner was great friends with Paul Henreid.  So it was a very special experience.  Naturally, being the cinema fiend that I am, I was in heaven working for Mr. Henreid.  Such a nice guy, and he told me such wonderful stories about his early days as an actor, and then, later on, at Warner Bros., which, of course, entailed working with Bogart on Casablanca.  He told me that they were going over their lines, and that Bogart kept screwing up – either not remembering the dialog or saying them incorrectly.  And Paul Henreid told me, ‘I was so smug, kept saying to myself that I had this scene wrapped up, and, if it keeps going this way, I’ll steal the entire picture.’  Then, when it came time to do the take, Bogart was letter-perfect, which only threw Henreid for a loop.  This perfectly jibes with Bogart’s M.O., pulling someone’s leg – then letting them have it!  I think Sinatra picked that habit up from Bogart.  I remember Paul Henreid introduced me to his daughter Monika, and we went out on a date or two.  I was honored that he thought enough of me to do that.  There was one scene where Henreid wanted authentic violence.  He had me slap my hat hard into the face of the bad guy.  And because there was so much dust on the hat that it would get in his eyes and temporarily blind him.  I hope he got extra pay for that.  This was the first time I ever met Adam West; in fact, I think this was the first show he ever did.  We became great pals (I remember years later that we went down to a film festival in San Diego.  They were showing the Bunuel movie Viridiana.  Then Adam hooked up with that beautiful Israeli actress Ziva Rodann, so that was it for me.  I wanted to go to a bullfight, but didn’t want to go by myself.  I ran into Keir Dullea, and asked him.  I think he thought I was coming on to him, so he politely begged off.  Turned out pretty well though, ‘cause I ended up with Joi Lansing!  This was right before Hey, Landlord, so I went down there to spend a week getting into shape).  Karl Swenson was in this episode too, different character, different accent.  Bern Hoffman, who played Earthquake McGoon in Lil’ Abner, was also in it.  Another great presence.  This was a particularly difficult season for me, as they had fired Carroll Case, our original producer (we were in the Top Ten when Carroll was put out to pasture). Carroll always sought out great scripts.  Well that perk was gone, and they brought in this other guy (Harry Tatelman) and it was all melodramas!  The Canary Kids were my one hold on decent writing!

“I was so impressed by the way German émigré Paul Henreid envisioned the American West.  He, too, went through pains to make the standard Western street look unique.  Henreid and Josef Leytes, who I also loved to work with, kept the cameras moving, which was wonderful – none of that 1, 2, 3, KICK long-shot, medium-shot, close-up cookie-cutter mass-production yawn stuff!  Truly innovative.”

THE GIANT KILLER.  (3/3/59; d. Josef Leytes).  A woman threatens to blow up a hotel unless Tom agrees to help bring to justice the man who drove her husband to suicide. “I specifically remember Patricia Barry, as her husband was Philip Barry, Jr.  Senior wrote The Philadelphia Story, so I was like in ‘Oh, wow!’ mode.  Junior was a writer too, as I recall.  She was a very elegant lady.  Right now, I’m hooked on Perry Mason reruns, and I just saw Patricia in one – and she was terrific.  In Giant Killer, she was out to kill R.G. Armstrong.  You don’t wanna mess with her!  John Litel, I should mention, was also in that show.  Boy, what a wonderful actor and person he was!  Unlike his usual straight-laced screen persona, he was quite a jovial gent.  In a way, charting his career was a mini-history of Warner Bros.  As for Dorothy Provine, she was just fantastic.  I got to know her fairly well.  What I liked about her was that she had a particularly goofy quality.  I found that many actresses are possessed of this behavioral trait – but she refined it to a science.  And I loved that.  She ended up on a series called The Alaskans, just around the time Warners also came up with Hawaiian Eye.  They were so clever!  Dorothy used to paint a lot between takes – when she wasn’t fainting.  You know, all that heavy Arctic clothing doesn’t fare too well when working under hot lights in 90 degree California heat.  Jay North was such a sweet kid.  It was during the shooting of this episode that he found out that he had been picked to star as Dennis the Menace.  Between takes of The Giant Killer, Jay would be rehearsing Dennis dialogue for the pilot.  Very impressive for a little kid, and it just didn’t seem to faze him.  Most grown-up actors I know couldn’t manage that!  I have to tell you that we had a marvelous script girl, Marie Halvey, on the show.  Well, she wasn’t actually a girl – she was in her sixties and had been at Warners off-and-on since the silent days.  She had worked with Lubitsch when he first started out at Warners in the 1920s, and he personally asked for her when he did Heaven Can Wait [1943].  The extraordinary lady wasn’t simply a continuity expert – she essentially was my personal acting coach.  Seriously.  After I’d do a scene, I’d glance over to her.  If she was checking the script and looking down, all was good.  But every now and then, she’d look at me and quietly shake her head.  It was then that I’d plead with the director to go for a re-take.”

THE ROYAL RAIDERS.  (3/17/59; d. Leslie Martinson).  On a southbound train, Tom is approached by a beautiful French passenger who entrusts him with a cache of priceless jewels.  Things get tense when a raiding party from Maximilan’s Mexico violently attempt to appropriate the precious cargo. “This was an especially notorious episode, for me anyway.  I wasn’t too crazy about doing this one, and got into a ferocious argument with Les Martinson.  It escalated to the point where I was supposed to go up to San Francisco with him to do some publicity for the series, and I refused to go.  So when I pulled a no-show, the local press came down on me like the sword of vengeance.  Deserved it, totally my fault.  The cast was really fine on this show:  Helmut Dantine and Joe De Santis come immediately to mind.  I watched Royal Raiders the other day, and shook my head.  ‘What the hell was I thinking about?’  Cary Grant used to say, ‘If only I was Cary Grant.’  Well, if only I was Tom Brewster!  This was a pretty decent show!  Funny thing, especially in TV, once a job is done, you’re essentially dead meat – particularly to producers.  That said, all three Sugarfoot producers, Carroll Case, Harry Tatelman and Burt Dunne, penciled me in for projects long after the last Sugarfoot aired.  That’s a pretty big compliment.  Peter Brooke, who wrote Royal Raiders and other Sugarfeet would also keep me at the top of his list for his subsequent projects.  That meant so much to me.”

THE MOUNTAIN.  (3/31/59; d. Josef Leytes).  Tom tracks wanted felon and his Native American wife to a treacherous mountain lair.  The man, who has been granted a new trial, believes this to be a ruse and puts Brewster’s life in tumultuous danger.  “Don Devlin (who later became a producer) got a showy part in that episode because he knew me – the power of power.  That was fine by me – I thought we were buddies.  Well, a few years later, I ran into him at Madame Pupi’s on the Sunset Strip, a place that we actors used to hang out at when we weren’t working.  I had just auditioned for a part in a Peter Sellers movie.  And Don just ripped into me.  Told me all my shortcomings:  ‘You’re too tense, you can’t relax in front of a camera.’  And so on.  Don’t know where that came from, but you know that old Bing Crosby you’re-dead-to-me cast-off line, ‘Aloha on the steel guitar’?  So be it.  On to more pleasant memories of that show, namely Miranda Jones.  We should have done some more bits of business during that scene in the pit.  I regret that, would have made the narrative and relationship more natural.  I remember thinking she wasn’t an actress playing a part in a western – that she really was that character.  That’s how good she was.  And can’t count out that masterful camerawork by Harold Stine.  Wonderful D.P.  And such a nice guy, too.  He introduced me to Ida Lupino once.  Man, that was a thrill for me!  Don Dubbins and I had a fight in one scene on the mountain of the title – actually a papier-mâché set.  They had built a narrow trail for us to do battle, and the artificially-constructed scenery jutted out sharply.  Let me tell ya something:  papier-mâché hurts!  Well, Leytes wasn’t at all happy with what we were doing, and offered to personally demonstrate how it should be done.  We warned him to be careful, and he ignored us, much to his peril.  He got badly cut and was bleeding all over the place.  Should have been called Blood on the Mountain.”

THE TWISTER(4/14/59; d. Josef Leytes).  An outlaw holds a teacher, Tom and three children hostage while an approaching deadly tornado threatens to level the small community.  “Betty Lynn was such a sweetheart to work with, not merely as an actress – but just a lovely person to be around.  She made going to work every day a pure joy.  Tom Brown, like Frank Albertson, told me all these great stories about working with Will Rogers.  Years later, I ran into him at a supermarket, and he came over to say ‘Hi.’  It was great to see him again, and, I think back now, ‘Jeez, why didn’t [my wife] Babs and I invite him over to the house or something…’  He told me that he was surprised he got the gig on Sugarfoot, since he used to fake Bill Orr out of tons of parts when Orr was an actor.  I remember that during one scene I decided to play it natural, rather than ‘acting.’  Josef Leytes yelled ‘Cut!,’ and started shouting at me to give it more. I reminded him that I had won a Shakespearean plaque in high school for my performance as the Pickpocket in A Winter’s Tale.  On the award was inscribed, ‘To be, rather than to seem.’  He wasn’t impressed.”

THE VULTURES.  (4/28/59; d. Josef Leytes).  A delirious woman, found wandering in the desert, is brought by Tom to the nearest fort for medical attention.  Once inside, Brewster discovers all are dead, save one supposedly traitorous officer.  “I loved working with Richard Long.  Excellent actor.  Faith Domergue was, to me, fascinating.  What’s that line about looking into Putin’s eyes, and seeing his soul.  Well, in a positive way, that was Faith Domergue.  You could look at her forever, deep into those eyes – and, yeah, see her soul.  And a beautiful one it was, too.  I was stunned that Alan Marshall was in the show, as I at that time still thought of him as a big MGM star.  I was so honored that he was on our show.  I can’t reflect too much on Philip Ober.  I mean, he did a fine job, but I don’t remember talking to him that much during the shoot.  I should have.  I should have talked to all of these folks a lot more.  Ah, retrospect!  We filmed a lot of this at the same fort they used on F-Troop.  Have to tell you something, a recent poll of TV westerns, listed F-Troop as 41 on the top all-time greats.  Sugarfoot got 42.  That makes no sense to me.”

THE AVENGERS.  (5/12/59; d. Josef Leytes).  A frightening thunderstorm precipitates an unscheduled nighttime stop in what may literally be a ghost town, understandably unnerving Tom and his fellow stagecoach passengers.  “I think this one comes off great now, not the least due to the fact that it was written by Monty Pittman.  Luana Anders became a friend of mine.  You’re probably right about her part possibly being originally written for Sherry Jackson [Pittman’s step-daughter].  I often dream about doing Sugarfoot episodes with Sherry.  I wish I could have worked more with her.  Luana Anders was a Method actress, and told me (I guess because we became friends she disregarded the Method ‘rule’ and actually talked to me) that she would gauge her emotions by physically tightening her anal muscles. Well, she was an unruly tomboy in that show and one regret that I had was the scene where I teach her how to comb her hair.  I wished we would have been able to improvise on a bit more.  Of course, working with Edgar Stehli, who was in the original Arsenic and Old Lace, was a hoot for me.  I also thought that Vito Scotti was tremendous in this, another fantastic actor whom I would have wanted to work with again.  Always loved Chubby Johnson.  Out of all the movies he made, the one he couldn’t stop talking about was Rocky Mountain with Errol Flynn.  So whenever we’d work together, I’d always find a way to bring up Rocky Mountain – and he’d be off waxing rhapsodic.  You couldn’t stop him once he got started.  Broke me up.  How lucky I was to have been able to work with all these wonderful people!  The neat thing about this show – and, again – kudos to Monty Pittman was that it didn’t cop out in regards to the supernatural element.  It definitely indicated that ghosts do indeed exist.  I have to tell you that this episode has one of the worst unforgivable continuity flubs in the history of the series, if not in all of television! Just so obvious, something so easily corrected – and it made me realize that they ultimately didn’t give a shit.  We’re riding into town, and the guy who gets killed is on the left side of the stagecoach, and the driver is on the right side.  And my solving the mystery of the show in contingent upon me describing where the people were on the coach.  But the way they shot it was completely wrong and makes no sense.  According to my description, the murdered guy should have been on the right side.  Could have been fixed so simply, and they didn’t bother to do it.  Definitely the biggest gaffe we ever had on the show.”

SMALL HOSTAGE.  (5/26/59; d. Anton Leader). Tom agrees to accompany a colonel to a Mexican village to retrieve the body of the latter’s son, killed with his troops in battle.  A subterfuge over a possible heir and a revolutionary uprising involving Juarez transform the solemn journey into a volatile one.  “That was an interesting script, very different.  And, I got to work with the great Robert Warrick!  What a dirty old man!  He told me stories that I’m ashamed to even think about!  Now, when I see him in scores of classic movies, I’m always wondering what was going on off-camera.  Jay Novello was a fantastic guy.  Someone you just loved to talk to.  There was that terrific Mexican actor Rodolfo Acosta!  What a great looking guy, huh?  He should have had a better American career.  Joan Lora had a real thing for me during that shoot – something that Novello and, especially, Warwick were eager to point out to me…and often.  Warwick’s suggestions were…okay, I can’t really get into details [laughs].  By the way, did you know that Joan Lora won a lawsuit against Audrey Hepburn?  Yeah, Hepburn crashed into her car – and Lora got a substantial settlement.  Small Hostage was directed by Anton Leader.  I only worked with him once.  I think it was because he was very slow.  Not a plus for TV, and, very notably, Warner Bros. I really liked working with him though, because it gave me time to digest things, think them out.  I remember pondering about a scene where my female costar and I dance together.  How great would it have been to have one of the Warners choreographers come down and work with us on that segment?  We would have come off as so much more personable. Ha, fat chance! In contrast, the fastest director I ever worked with was Edward Bernds”.

WOLF.  (6/6/59; d. Josef Leytes).  A homesteader, suspected of rustling cattle, is persecuted by a vigilante who wants him hanged.  The arrival of the accused’s gunslinger son blows the conflict sky high.  “I vividly recall having trouble with a scene on a boardwalk in this show.  Couldn’t properly get on a wagon ‘cause the horse kept moving.  And I’m generally a calm, soft-spoken kind of guy – but I couldn’t control myself and started cursing like mad.  And my one memory is that the madder I got, the louder Ted de Corsia laughed.  So I started getting mad at him!  But he wouldn’t let up on me.  A regret I have is that we didn’t steal that final scene from Stagecoach.  Where, after the gunfight, de Corsia’s character emerges triumphant, and the audience would gasp – only to have him drop dead on the floor (a la Tom Tyler in the original movie).  Oh, man, and Virginia Gregg!  I genuinely loved that woman!  I dreamed that she would feel likewise and that we would have dated!  I worked with her on two shows.  Frank Ferguson was sort of a shifty guy.  When we did our first show together in Season One, he kept reprimanding me about looking at him too much.  Jimmy Cagney used to say, ‘Know your lines, stay on your marks and look your fellow actor straight in the eye!’  That’s what I was doing.  Should have quoted that to him.  William Fawcett was another perfect example of the greatness of these character actors.  They really did make it look so easy.  In fact, they did all the work; they had such a presence that all you had to do was simply feed off them.  Watching them do their stuff was a learning experience!  Wright King, Judy Nugent and I had a swell time on that show.  There are some hilarious candids of us cutting up on the set.  I took Judy out once to see an Indian movie, Satyajit Ray’s Pather Panchali, and promptly fell asleep.  What a lousy date I was!”

SUGARFOOT: THE COMPLETE SECOND SEASON.  Black and White.  Full frame [1.37:1]; mono audio.  UPC # 883316884447.  CAT # 12933263.  SRP:  $47.99.

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Walkin’ the Walk: Will Hutchins and ‘SUGARFOOT – THE COMPLETE SECOND SEASON, PART 1

I appreciate these shows a whole lot better now than when I worked on them.

 Last year, upon the release of the Warner Archive Collection’s Sugarfoot: The Complete First Season, I thought it apropos to contact my longtime pal Will Hutchins and do an overview reminiscence.  Will, I remarkably discovered many years earlier, has a phenomenal memory, and had a plethora of anecdotes for each episode.  He’s also one of the funniest people I’ve ever known, so win/win.

The success of the piece was beyond my wildest dreams, cramming my email box with accolades and making me realize that we should continue this procedure as the subsequent seasons became available.

Well, THE COMPLETE SECOND SEASON is now out (in fact, the entire series is now on DVD-R from the Warner Archive folks, so expect a similar, rollicking treatment right down till the end of the line).  In discussing the actual discs, let me emphatically state that, like Season One, all the platters utilize near-mint 35MM elements.  The monochrome visuals are sharp with the audio displaying that classic Warners buoyancy and panache.  SEASON TWO proves what I had surmised after Season One – that Sugarfoot was one of the best westerns ever to grace the airways.  So let the games begin.

But wait, first there’s a flashback, timely to when these shows were filmed, that I must share.  As Will indicates below, Warners was always looking to make a buck/save a buck, and one of the best ways to do that was to push local contractual talent into their big-screen projects.  Here is a stellar example:

“I got the word that I was to appear in a WWI picture called Lafayette Escadrille.  This made me extremely happy, as it was to be directed by the great ‘Wild Bill’ Wellman, a guy I idolized because of Wings, Public Enemy, the original Star is Born, The Ox-Bow Incident, Story of GI Joe, Battleground and many more.  The picture didn’t turn out that great (in fact, it would be ‘Wild Bill’’s last released movie), but the experience was priceless.

“The one regret I have is that I didn’t actively seek out the wonderful actor Marcel Dalio, who had a featured role.  That said, ‘Wild Bill’ pretty much made up for that.  What a terrific guy he was!

“Most prominently, I recall one day when he pulled me aside and said, ‘Shelley, I have a favor to ask you.’  He always called me ‘Shelley.’  I couldn’t figure out why, except that maybe his memory was going, and, by giving folks his own personal nicknames he could remember them.

“So anyway, he says, ‘Shelley, there’s this kid in your next scene that you have a conversation with.  He’s got something, and I’d like to know if it was okay to keep the camera on him while you’re doing your dialogue?’  That was it?  Was he kidding?  Big deal!  ‘Sure,’ I said.  ‘You’re the director.’  Well, he almost teared up.  ‘This is a wonderful, magnanimous thing you’re doing.  A lot of these fresh punks with their own series wouldn’t think of relinquishing a closeup.’  I just laughed it off.  ‘Less work for me,’ I joked.  ‘I won’t forget this,’ he replied.

“Long story short, that ‘kid’ was Clint Eastwood, and Wellman must have told him about my magnificent sacrifice.  Years later, Clint gave me a nice bit in Magnum Force.  But, better than that, I moved up the Wellman ladder to ‘friendly acquaintance.’  I also became pals with Bill, Jr., who was also in the picture (and playing his dad).  This emboldened me to overcome my shyness and brazenly demand an answer to that all-important question, ‘Mr. Wellman, why do always call me ‘Shelley?’  Well, ‘Wild Bill’ looks at me pensively, smiles and then points to my head.  ‘It’s your hair.  You remind me of Shelley Winters.’  You can’t make this stuff up.  You really can’t!”

RING OF SAND (9/16/58, d. Les Martinson). A desperate band of killers force Tom and Job, an elderly reprobate, to lead them to a cache of desert gold, not knowing that wily Job has plans of his own.  “A great cast:  Will Wright, John Russell, Edd Byrnes, Rodolfo Hoyos. Sort of an Along the Great Divide plotline.  The thing that irks me about that episode is that we shot the whole thing on the Warners soundstage, against a backscreen projection, and it should have been entirely done outdoors, on-location.  Cheyenne got to go out once in a while, but Sugarfoot – never!  The sound effects – that howling wind was from that great Warners effects library – movie buffs will probably recognized it from Petrified Forest and THEM!  Of course, I loved Will Wright – we did quite a few shows together.  When he died, the American Legion handled his funeral.  My first wife’s grandmother had just died – so it was conflict of interest:  two funerals on the same day.  What to do, what to do!  Well, we split the difference, my wife went to her Nana’s, and I went to Will Wright’s.  Les Martinson – I thought he was a great director.  Temperamental, in a crazy, funny way.  For instance, he’d go ‘Umm, could you move two feet to your left?’  And the actor would oblige, and he’d scream, ‘NO!  I meant MY right!  Now you have to move four feet!  What’s the matter with you?!!!’  He’d toss scripts around like a discus thrower.  We all tried to figure out how to create a boomerang script.  Would have been the perfect gift!  I remember he’d get so excited that he used to bang his head on the arc lights.  So another, more practical present we decided would have been rubberized arc lights.  That way, we were sure he wouldn’t hurt himself.  Because of confined space on that episode, we only had about two feet of breathing room either way.

“The great Ed DuPar was the cameraman.  He’d keep his light meter in his back pocket.  Guess it must have looked like an ice-cream cone or some edible confection, ’cause my horse kept trying to eat it.  The female lead, Fintan Meyler, I remember really well for the simple reason that she would never talk to me.  I pegged her as a Method Actress because every time I met someone who was of the Method school – they’d never talk to me.  Later that season, we did a show called The Ghost and Martin Landau was in it.  He was Method, and wouldn’t talk to me either.  So it wasn’t a gender thing.  Convinced to this day that Lee Strasberg had a standing rule on Day One of each new class:  Never talk to Hutchins!  John Russell became a real good pal of mine.  You won’t believe this, but he was really a funny guy.  I mean, hilarious to be around!  A totally crazy Irishman, and they never let him play comedy.  Edd Byrnes, big surprise, was very cocky.  And I guess for good reason.  For a long time, he got the most fan mail of any Warners TV star.  Roger Smith used to come down to our set, ostensibly to visit Edd, but really to tell us how much better 77 Sunset Strip was than our show.  This was gauged by the amount of fan mail we all got.  Years later, my wife and I were at a film festival in Argentina.  Lot of great folks there with us:  Walter Pidgeon, Adam West, Ben Gazzara and his wife Janice Rule, Tippi Hedren and Noel Marshall.  And, by sheer coincidence Roger and Ann-Margret arrived on vacation.  I suggested that we all get together for a drink; Roger was amenable, but Ann-Margret rolled her eyes and very audibly said to him, ‘Do we REALLY have to do that?’  Haven’t been to an Ann-Margret movie since!

“Thank God for all that Warners stock footage.  Because so many shots had to be matched, wardrobe worked overtime to supply the clothes from the original pictures we snatched scenes from.  One time I got to wear Errol Flynn’s threads, another time Walter Brennan’s.  My biggest thrill was wearing Humphrey Bogart’s pants in the Canary Kid shows.  Couldn’t fill his boots, but sure could fill his pants!  My dissatisfaction with the penny-pinching struck home on this show.  Standing in front of that phony desert rear-screen projection, I quipped to DuPar, ‘Ya know who should be playing the Canary Kid?  Bill Orr – cause he’s cheep-cheep-cheep-cheep.’  Well, one of those skeevy Warners ‘yes men’ spies reported back to Orr, who called me into his office at the end of the day.  I managed to get out of it by saying that it was just my way of wanting to inject more humor into the shows, which I did want, by the way.”

BRINK OF FEAR (9/30/58, d. Les Martinson).  Cully Abbott, an old acquaintance of Tom’s, asks his pal to help him get a foothold in society, after serving a jail term.  All goes well until his ex-cellmates ride into town, triggering Abbott’s dark, psychotic nature.  “Again, why couldn’t I see how good these shows were at the time?!  What’s wrong with me?  That’s a rhetorical question.  Man, the cast alone on that show was incredible (Venetia Stevenson, Walter Barnes, Don Gordon, Don Beddoe, Harry Antrim, Allan Case, Lane Chandler).  The one who stands out was that big dude, Walter Barnes.  We called him ‘Piggy’ Barnes, he was an ex-football player.  Jerry Paris was the real star of that episode.  I remember he was so nice to me, mostly immediately after that show.  I worked with him a lot during the shoot.  He was very uncomfortable with horses, so I helped him along a bit there.  I’ve heard that the reason I ended up with Hey, Landlord was because of Paris being so grateful for the way I treated him during Brink of Fear.  He claimed I really got him through that show.  Who knows?  It’s likely.  Gotta say, he wasn’t so nice during Hey, Landlord, although I reckon he was more frustrated than mean.  He was offered his choice of Hey, Landlord or That Girl, and he chose us.  As far as I’m concerned, nothing seemed to work on that show.  Michael Constantine got most of the laffs.  I was more or less the straight man, and, in my estimation, a pretty good one too.  I think what bothered me most about Sugarfoot was that I wasn’t given a chance to be funny.  I really wanted to add more humor to the proceedings.  But, again, when you look at the competition in retrospect – we were so much ahead of the curve.  For instance, check out Wagon Train or The Rifleman, both good shows – but every episode is essentially the same.  My problem with Wagon Train, in particular, was that I thought the writing was too soap operish, and not horse operish.  Sure, they’d bring in guest stars like Bette Davis or John Wayne, even Lou Costello, but their presence doesn’t make the scripts any less lousy.  Back to Brink of Fear, Don Gordon was really a hoot to work with.  Ended up doing two shows with him.  I also liked Venetia Stevenson a lot, worked with her a few times.  We actually dated briefly.  I think the best word to describe her is ‘humdinger.’  An okay-plus actress and a really terrific person.

“One of the problems I had with this and all Westerns at the time was the fact that the Western main street looked the same in every show.  What I liked about this episode was that Les Martinson took pains to make this town look different.  I know that doesn’t sound like much, but that was a big deal for me.  Back then, TV was glutted with Westerns (Bob Hope said that NBC stood for ‘Nothing But Cowboys’). Les achieved this transformation with a lot of interesting camera angles.”

THE WIZARD (10/14/58, d. Josef Leytes).  A mysterious magician and his beautiful assistant spell doom for two townsfolk during a séance, one of them Tom.  Was it supernatural or pre-arranged?  Another episode I appreciate so much more now than I did then.  I remember [producer] Hugh Benson was always on my case about something.  He was a Jack Warner wannabe, even had the little mustache.  I think his main function to follow me around and bawl me out, and, when he wasn’t doing that, to send me endless, nebulous memos. I did the Sheriff’s Rodeo at the Coliseum the last year they held it.  The turnout was huge – about 75,000 people in the audience.  Johnny Cash was there.  Barbara Stanwyck was the Marshal Lass and I was the Marshal.   I wore a checkered shirt, but refrained from wearing my Sugarfoot jacket ‘cause it was a hot day.  But I did wear my chaps from the show and I had a good hat.  So, as I’m riding in the parade, I see Hugh Benson in the front row.  First he smiles, then gives me a dirty stare.  So the inevitable memo arrives:  YOU SHOULD WEAR YOUR SUGARFOOT OUTFIT.  WE’RE NOT SENDING YOU OUT ON THESE THINGS (AT GREAT EXPENSE TO WARNER BROS.) FOR NOTHING!  IF YOU PERSIST IN NOT WEARING YOUR SUGARFOOT OUTFIT, WE WILL STOP SENDING YOU OUT TO THESE EVENTS.  YOU LOOKED LIKE HOWDY DOODY!  I’ve looked at stills taken from that day, and I look fine.  But, they did their work.  He had the Warners publicity department contact The La-La Times who cut me out of every photograph, and even gave me a bad review regarding my appearance.  I’m pretty sure I’m the only actor who ever got a bad review for a rodeo!

“Concerning the episode, Efrem Zimbalist, Jr., was a good egg, just a wonderful guy to work with.  He had such a beautiful voice.  Norma Moore was, I thought, cool to work with.  I was fond of a movie she costarred in at the time, Fear Strikes Out, opposite Tony Perkins.  I was actually in awe of her.  We got along fine.  Warners even did a ‘Look Who’s Dating’ layout for the teen magazines.  But look at that episode.  It’s so far off the beaten track.  That’s what’s so amazing about this show.  No template.  We went off in so many different directions.  I worked with Ed Kemmer several times, including on the show where I got my start, Matinee Theater.  He later married Fran Sharon, with whom I worked on Broadway in Never Too Late.  She played my wife.  Ed was a good, solid actor, and, I believe, was also in the following episode, The Ghost.

“Hugh Benson was truly my nemesis at Warners – I mean he really tried to make life difficult for me.  I remember I took two dates to the Warners premiere of Sayonara, and I pull up to the theater in my 1952 Volkswagen, and had no idea where to park.  Well, Benson sees this and starts screaming like hell at me.  I’m sure the fans looked upon that as a valiant display of professional attitude.  It wasn’t long after that The Wizard had been shot, and Benson couldn’t stop with the superlatives about how ground-breaking it was, particularly the acting…by Efrem Zimbalist, Jr.  Not a word about me, it’s like I wasn’t even on the show.  You see how folks in this business get complexes?  I look at myself now in that show, and proudly boast, ‘That’s my grandson up there, and he’s damn good!’” [laughs].

THE GHOST (10/28/58, d. Lee Sholem).  Tom is assigned to locate a boy due an inheritance.  The troubled youth is the victim of child abuse, and his violent behavior links him to murder in a supposed haunted house.  “Ah, yes, the episode we briefly spoke of earlier, the one where Martin Landau wouldn’t talk to me.  On the other hand, Tommy Rettig and I got to be real good pals.  Tommy also ended up doing the last Sugarfoot episode, Trouble at Sand Springs.  This show was directed by the ubiquitous Lee “Roll ‘em” Sholem.  Another guy I never appreciated, mostly because he did everything in one take.  He got that nickname because he would never shout ‘Action!,’ but a long, drawn out, ‘Rrrrrrollllemmmm!,’as if it was one, never-ending word.  More like an abdominal, gastric sound, than a word.  He’d do anything that was asked and fast, so you can see how valuable he was to the folks at Warners.  I once sarcastically said that when someone called ‘lunch,’ he automatically shot it.  We used to play golf once in a while, and we got to be buddies.  When he got set to putt, I’d say, ‘Roll‘emmm!’  It’s the camera people I had total respect for, then and now.  We had the greatest cameramen in Hollywood.  Pretty sure they would influence the directors a lot.

“A big regret was not hanging out more with Michael Pate, but, in all due respect, we didn’t have much screen time together, so there ya go.  Later on, we became great pen-pals.  Right up until the end of his life, he’d send me scripts that he was trying to launch (with parts for me in them).  Love those Aussies!”

THE CANARY KID (11/11/58, d. Montgomery Pittman)A visit to a judge turns hellish for Tom when he’s kidnapped by two outlaws whose vicious boss is Brewster’s cousin…and dead-ringer lookalike.  “The first Canary Kid – God, I loved doing that!  Said it before, and I’ll say it again:  Monty Pittman was the most talented guy I ever worked with!  I cherish the fact that we became great pals.  You could never possibly write enough about him, in my opinion.  Let me tell you a bit about [costar] Wayde Preston.  My favorite Maverick  was The Legend of Waco Williams, starring Wayde.  What made the show and him stand out was that he played it totally straight, as opposed to the rest of the cast, who played in tongue-and-cheek.  Ironically, he could always make me laugh and we would constantly break each other up.  Frank Albertson, was, of course, terrific.  It was a Hollywood history lesson just being around that guy.  And Don ‘Red’ Barry, also wonderful.  I used to call him the World’s Best Die-er.  When someone shot Don Barry in a movie or TV show, it was akin to a pageant.  He’d bite down on a cigarette and suck it into pure ash, then crumble and flick it out into the audience.  It was a thing of beauty to behold.  William Phipps, there’s another fine actor.  Ever see him in Julius Caesar?  Just great.  Used to run into him at the beach occasionally, he was quite an athlete.  That came in handy during The Trial of the Canary Kid, where he had to do a running mount.

“I need to do a sidebar here, and discuss someone I admired so much, Sheldon Leonard.  He directed the Hey, Landlord pilot, and it was obvious from Day One that he didn’t want me for the part. Well, I told him that in this one episode The Canary Kid, my evil twin character had to beat up one of the town locals.  Well, he goes down, and I kick him hard.  A female onlooker screams, and I’m about to kick him again, and I tell her, ‘Hey, what are you screaming about?  One more kick, and he won’t have to worry about waking up with a headache.’  Well, I told him that I stole that from Lucky Jordan, a movie I had seen during its initial run in 1942, and one that I absolutely loved.  I added, ‘And I remembered that when Alan Ladd kicked you, he said that line or a reasonable facsimile.  Unfortunately, the censor was visiting our set that day, and they ended up cutting it out.  So I didn’t stand a chance.’  Well, all of a sudden, Sheldon Leonard’s eyes lit up, he got all excited and gregarious and happily remarked, ‘You know what made that scene?  Not the actual violence.  Not Ladd kicking.’  And he defiantly pointed to himself, thumb into his chest, ‘It was the way I TOOK it.’ [laughs].  And, I must say, that we had a much nicer relationship after that.

“But I gotta talk about the women in that episode.  Sandra Edwards, I liked her a lot.  I think she had a kid out of wedlock, which was a big tragedy in those days.  She eventually got married to someone who turned out to be a maniac.  One night, he broke through their window from the outside, and threatened her and her child, and she shot him dead.  She was acquitted.  And then Yvonne Schubert, she was one of Howard Hughes’s girlfriends.  I remember she lived up in the Hollywood Hills near us, my mom and I.  She had essentially become a one-woman call-girl. She had to wait until Hughes called her, and was told to do nothing else.  So she was very lonely, and would sometimes come over to talk to my mother.  At one point in her life, she had gone out on a date with a boyfriend, they went skeet shooting, and she accidentally killed him.  So I had two lethal leading ladies in the same show!  I was living dangerously!

“I had read this book by Robert Lewis, who was big shot from The Actors Studio, and he stipulated that it was imperative for an actor to develop a unique stance when performing.  This will make you true to the core whenever you are called upon to impersonate a specific character.  Well, this was all new to me, but I’d thought I’d give it a try.  So, for the Canary Kid, I decided I’d be a bear.  So that was my secret stance!  Well, [Harry] Tatelman [the producer] came down to the set one day and asked what I was doing.  Rather  than get down to the ‘bear facts,’ I told him I was using Alan Ladd as a role model [from Lucky Jordan], which also was true.

“Another interesting thing about this episode was that Howard Hughes was desperate to see the show because of Schubert.  So a private print was air-dropped to his home in Vegas.  I used to think about this giant plane with only the Captain and cans of Sugarfoot on-board.  And I was amused.”

THE HUNTED (11/25/58, d. Josef Leytes).  When Tom nurses a near-dead wounded man back to health, he becomes enveloped in a maze of intrigue and murder.  The ex-soldier is wanted, and being hunted by The Outlaw Exterminators, a sadistic band of bounty hunters.  “Ah, that was our Of Mice and Men episode.  It was a treat working with Mike Lane – you know, that big dude from the last Bogie film, The Harder They Fall.  I was always a big boxing fan, so you can understand what a thrill it was to work with him.  Years later, when I was doing a Perry Mason, Mike turned up to wish me well.  Just a very personable guy.  The Warners penchant for economy (aka, cheapness) was the spur behind this show, as they used tons of footage from Valley of the Giants, that 1937 logging picture they had done with Wayne Morris.  Funny thing, I think THAT movie used stock footage from yet an earlier lumberjack picture.  So I was wearing Wayne Morris’s shirt to match the library footage.  I did get to do some stunt work – running along the top of the lumberjack train.  They actually had me jump from the top of the train into the caboose.  I was terrified that I was going to bash my head open, but I did it okay [laughs].  Obviously.  I worked with R.G. Armstrong a couple of times.  I liked him a lot.  He had just undergone a cancer operation, and they had removed part of his lower lip.  They used some kind of innovative plastic surgery or grafting to replace it.  I thought that was quite remarkable, especially for the way it didn’t seem to faze him.  A real trouper.  I have to say I got along with most of the costars I worked with.  And, again, I’m really proud of the roles Sugarfoot had for actresses.  I mean really good parts for women, often non-traditional characters, many fiercely independent who didn’t rely upon the likes of me to rescue them.  They could handle themselves!  Love that.

“Again, this was special show for me, as it was obviously stolen from Steinbeck’s novel, which, I should mention was made into one of my all-time favorite movies.  What a magical year 1939 was American movies!”

YAMPA CROSSING (12/9/58, d. Josef Leytes).   A law firm hires Tom to bring in Galt Kimberly, a grizzled tough guy needed to verify his abandoned son’s inheritance.  Kimberly’s refusal takes a back seat when three strangers show up, all waiting for a raging river to recede.  As the men bide their time, their greed increases to murderous proportions.  “Another Harder They Fall guy was in that – a wonderful New York actor, Harold J. Stone.  We had a really interesting director on this one, a Polish filmmaker, Josef Leytes.  He was very emotional, and had a hell of a time expressing himself in English.  One of the other costars in that show was Brian Hutton, who later became a very good director.  I felt like I was sort of a hovering ghost in that one.  Really didn’t have much to do, sort of overseeing the narrative.  Unusual, if you stop to think about it.  Of course, Roger Smith was in it, and he did his usual – telling me how great Sunset Strip was, so much better than my show.  But he also told me a terrific story about working with Jimmy Cagney; in fact, he was lucky enough to work with him twice, in Man of a Thousand Faces and Never Steal Anything Small.  I was so envious because he and Cagney had become pretty good pals.  Anyway, he was home on his day off watching Citizen Kane on TV, and Cagney just showed up at his house and got all irate at him:  ‘What are you doing watching television on such a beautiful afternoon?  Come on, let’s get out of here!’

‘But its Citizen Kane!’

‘I don’t care what it is!  It’s a gorgeous day.  Turn that off, and let’s enjoy the sunshine!  Nobody needs to watch television in the daytime!’  And so off they went!

“I was so vulnerable as to my abilities that whenever Roger chided me about the show, it cut deep.  ‘Sugarfoot’s too passive.’  That’s not exactly a terrible thing to say, but it bothered me.  (He obviously never watched the show, or listened to the theme song: ‘Never underestimate a Sugarfoot/Once you get his dander up, ain’t no one who’s quicker on the draw!’  So, there!)  I guess it’s because, like so many in this business, everyone’s ready to pounce on you, but no one ever gives out with the compliments.  And that was especially hurtful when these barbs came from my so-called Hollywood friends.  I remember being very down on myself during that period.  Jeez, if I had only known about the wonders of coffee – I wasn’t a caffeine drinker back then – I think it would have made my life a lot easier!

“I’d like to digress for a moment and mention Cagney again, as I almost got to work with him, during the run of the show.  Because of typical Warners cost-cutting, they used to push us contract folk into whatever features were being shot on the lot.  I was assigned to a Natalie Wood picture called Bombers B-52.  This was particularly exciting for me, as it was announced as a Cagney picture, and he was one of my idols.  By the time production started, Cagney was replaced by Karl Malden.  I remember coming out of the commissary one day.  I was in character and uniform – as one of the fighter pilot crew – as was Malden, who played my superior officer.  I knew he was a Method guy so I was appreciably respectful.  I stood at attention, and he came over, gave me the once-over and said,

‘Airman, what’s an ECM operator mean?’  I know that he was part of the crew, but I didn’t know what the hell an ECM was.  I flinched, and blubbered out, ‘I don’t know, sir.’  Malden nodded stoically, and replied ‘It stands for Easy Cock Master, son.’  So I replied the only way I could,

‘Sir, yes, sir!’  Feeble.”

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Diva-ing up the Spoils

The movie that forever gave employment to generations of drag queens worldwide, Robert Aldrich’s 1962 macabre classic, WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE?, made a sensational  home video comeback in a special 2012 50th Anniversary (gulp – jeez, we’s gettin’ old!) Blu-Ray Edition, available from Warner Home Video.

Not since Frankenstein met the Wolf Man or the (then) upcoming much-anticipated match between King Kong and Godzilla, did a proposed monstrous bout receive such ballyhoo than with this battle encompassing two living legends of the silver screen, Bette Davis and Joan Crawford. Almost before the cameras started turning, rumors of discontent and off-screen backstabbing and treachery reached the ears of fans via the ecstatic vinegar-fueled reports from entertainment journalists; in fact, they started way before.

The troubled production that saved many a career began in the late 1950s with director Robert Aldrich. Working on a Columbia noir entitled The Garment Jungle, Aldrich soon was at odds with aging mogul Harry Cohn (who’d a seen that coming?). The upshot was that Aldrich was fired from (or walked off) the picture with just a few days left of shooting (Vincent Sherman came in to touch it up and received full directorial credit). Cohn, in turn, blackballed Aldrich from ever working in the States again, forcing him to utilize his vocational skills abroad, first with Hammer (the underrated, much maligned Ten Seconds to Hell), then the Mexican-lensed Kirk Douglas-Rock Hudson western The Last Sunset, and, finally, the 1961 epic Sodom and Gomorrah. The latter later gained much attention, as, in accordance with international co-production rules, the Italian A.D. received directorial credit in Italy. That this personage was the young Sergio Leone irked Aldrich, who, when, in later years, asked about the soon-to-be 60s mover and shaker, replied that “…the only thing [Leone] ever directed was lunch!”

The BABY JANE script came to Aldrich’s attention soon thereafter. Based on a novel by Henry Farrell and written for the screen by Lukas Heller, the project seemed like a natural to win the director his ticket back to Hollywood. First, it reeked with post-Psycho possibilities; second, it could be done fast…and, more importantly, cheap; third, by co-starring two great albeit aging actresses (neither of whom could carry a picture solo, but together…) interest – even the morbid kind – was virtually assured.

In conjunction with Seven Arts, the movie was wisely-shopped to Warner Bros., the studio both Davis and Crawford one time called home; Jack Warner, wily bastard that he was (firing his own son and swindling the Warner family out of the company), immediately saw the publicity potential of a first-time teaming of these two wildcats…in a horror flick no less. He also knew he could get them at cut-rate prices; as for Aldrich, well, Warner himself was the one who coined the phrase, “I’ll see that you never work in this studio again…unless we need you.”

Anna Lee, who played the nosy next-door neighbor, was an unintentional buffer during the production, her dressing room residing smack dab in the middle of Davis’ and Crawford’s. Davis would swear like a truck driver, Crawford would quietly deliver each barb with the precision of an icepick in the back of the brain. It really was Warner Bros. vs. MGM.

The crisscrossing of Davis’ and Crawford’s careers was in and of itself a rollicking roller-coaster ride. Crawford was a big star at Metro years before Davis; yet, Davis, when established, outshone her with better roles and the critical recognition Crawford craved. When MGM unceremoniously cut Crawford loose, she turned up at Warner Bros., the Davis stomping ground, at a fraction of her usual fee. For two years, she languished at Warner’s with no suitable part coming her way. Her idolatry of Davis was borderline embarrassing; she’d bombard Bette with flowers and gushing notecards. “What the fuck is this?!” Davis would retort, tossing the posies in the trash.

Davis’ refusal of Mildred Pierce finally gave Crawford a Warner Bros. foothold – and one which won her the Oscar. From then on, Crawford became the lot’s HBIC (Head Bitch in Charge), whilst Davis’ vehicles became hand-me-downs. Soon Davis was out; not too long after, Crawford was likewise bounced; both had early Fifties triumphs (All About Eve, Sudden Fear) before shrinking into character roles. In a memorable 1961 Variety ad, under ‘Situations Wanted – women artists,’ Davis boldly announced: “Mother of three—10, 11 & 15—divorcee. American. Thirty years experience as an actress in Motion Pictures. Mobile still and more affable than rumor would have it. Wants steady employment in Hollywood. (Has had Broadway).” Soon she was playing a supporting role in Frank Capra’s A Pocketful of Miracles. Then came BABY JANE.

Off-screen, the duo’s lives held other similarities: both had multiple marriages – and even more multiple lovers – and, sadly, each had a daughter who eventually vilified their famous parent in scathing God-awful tell-all books.

The movie, in case you’ve been living in a cave this past half-century, chronicles the exploits of two sisters, Blanche and Jane Hudson (Crawford and Davis) the latter, a pre-Jazz Age vaudeville child star, known as Baby Jane. When Jane’s star fades, Blanche’s rises – becoming a sexy leading lady in pre-Code Hollywood. Jane’s drinking and whoring eventually result in a devastating car crash, which cripples Blanche…they remain ensconced in a decaying gothic manse, where the now-soused hag Jane (intent on a comeback!) revels in torturing her impaired sib – whose 1930s pics have become wildly successful on TV.

It’s important to note the contributions of the two young girls who play kiddie Jane and Blanche (Julie Alfred and Gina Gillespie), as they’re astoundingly remarkable, both in attitude and physical appearance (much was made of this in a number of hype shots where they posed with their older counterparts). Gotta give a “way to go” nod to comic character actor and Eddie Quillan lookalike Dave Willock, as the girl’s cowering mercenary performing pop, the cringe-worthy role of his life.

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE? is renowned for its numerous quotable lines, many shock-to-come tipoffs: “Didn’t finish your din-din,” which precedes the revealing of Blanche’s pet parakeet on the menu; followed by “Oh, Blanche, you know we got rats in the cellar.” Then there’s the oft-repeated, “But you ARE, Blanche – ya are in that chair!” and the poignant, “All these years we could have been friends.” These are all delivered by Davis in bull-in-a-china-shop fashion; Crawford’s plum “You weren’t ugly then” is masterfully enunciated to the extent that it garnered equal gasps and “Oh, SNAP!” laughs when first uttered in theaters throughout the country.

That said, these cinematic bon mots have a long way to travel to equal the exchanges off-camera. Davis, early on, raged as to exactly why she couldn’t stand Crawford, who she considered and out-and-out phony: “She was always so damn proper. She sent thank you notes for thank you notes. I screamed when I found out she signed autographs: ‘Bless you, Joan Crawford.” This was appended by her very verbal discussion of her co-star’s hoity-toity demeanor (“She…slept with every…star at MGM except Lassie”). Crawford’s revenge comprised egging on Davis’ repugnant makeup (accentuated in a series of color stills taken throughout the shoot) and released to the public via a plethora of 8 x 10 glossies (and eventual lobbycards), while she countered with a session of glamour shots in her dressing room, promoting her autobiography, A Portrait of Joan. Davis joked in interviews about how Jack Warner, upon first hearing of the Davis-Crawford team-up, sneered “I wouldn’t give a plugged nickel for either of those two old broads.” Crawford retaliated with a telegram to Bette: “In future, please do not refer to me as an old broad.” This went on up till Crawford’s death in 1977; when surrounded by reporters looking for juicy tidbit, Davis didn’t disappoint: “You should never say bad things about the dead, you should only say good…Joan Crawford is dead. Good.”

Physical antics prevailed as well, keeping the Warners publicity machine hopping. Davis insisted on Coke machines being installed around the sets – a slap at Crawford’s off-screen tenure as spokeswoman for Pepsi, the company run by her late husband, Alfred Steele. Crawford responded in kind by strapping weights under her dress on the day Davis was to drag her around the living room floor. You couldn’t make this stuff up!

Crawford knew that Davis had the showier part in BABY JANE, and also reasoned that her costar would campaign vigorously for an Oscar. The smash reaction by audiences and critics alike when the movie opened on Halloween 1962 bore her out. Bette bolted out of the barn like the warhorse she was, embarking on a series of personal appearances at RKO hard tops in key cities. She also, in her own words, “…went Chubby Checker.” The faux rock ‘n’ roll music, composed by Frank DeVol for the picture (and heard in the background played by Anna Lee’s teenaged daughter – actually, Davis’ infamous scandal-monger-to-be, Barbara “B.D.” Merrill – and during the beach finale) was given a set of teen-angst lyrics by Bobby Helfer and recorded by Bette in the late summer of 1962 (Warner knew the advantage of having a hit 45 on the charts, as witnessed by the revenues of A Summer Place, and, more recently, the Al Di La theme from Rome Adventure). Like Paramount’s The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, Warners hoped for a youth-oriented novelty tie-in. The record, What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (in a bubble gum style reminiscent of Peggy March’s I Will Follow Him), which featured the star (with assist from Debbie Burton) additionally warbling I’m Writing a Letter to Daddy on the flip side, was initially sent out with the pressbooks to disc jockeys and exhibitors on the MGM Records label; an official release followed at the end of the year via London Records. On 12/20/62, Bette Davis made her rock ‘n’ roll debut, twisting to Baby Jane on The Andy Williams Show. It paid off; Davis indeed was nominated for Best Actress, and Crawford wasn’t going to pass up a chance to pounce. When she learned that fellow nominee Anne Bancroft would be out of the country shooting The Pumpkin Eater, crafty Crawford magnanimously offered (well, to put it bluntly, begged and cajoled) to accept the award should The Miracle Worker star win. On Oscar night, when Bancroft’s name was called, a beaming Crawford purposely crept up behind Davis, placed an icy hand on her costar’s shoulder and pushed her aside with a majestic, “Excuse me, I have an Oscar to collect.” Bette seethed, splendidly suppressing a desire to “…trip the bitch.”

The box-office bonanza of WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE? firmly re-established Robert Aldrich on American terra firma; he would work constantly until his death in 1983, scoring heavily with The Dirty Dozen in 1967. After BABY JANE, a reunion follow-up seemed inevitable. Fox happily announced that Aldrich, Davis, Crawford, Farrell, Heller, DeVol and 25-year old supporting star Victor Buono (who made his debut in BABY JANE) would embark on the even more terrifying Hush…Hush, Sweet Charlotte. The more terrifying aspect was relegated to the actual refereeing between the lead stars; shortly after pre-production, Crawford bowed out, citing illness. Davis’ pal from the vintage Warner days, Olivia de Havilland, stepped in and did an admirable job. All those assigned to the project breathed a sigh of relief.

Davis, intent upon proving that didn’t need anybody, burst out in her own Warners fright flick in 1964, the lurid Dead Ringer, in which she played opposite…herself (as an evil twin). Crawford, miraculously recovered, teamed up with William Castle for ’64’s Strait-Jacket, where as a Mildred Pierce-garbed psychotic, she revealed that all proper ax murderesses aren’t necessarily bad and, thanks to the benefits of product placement and sans the excess soda machine-changing “baggage” of Bette Davis, thoroughly do enjoy Pepsi, the pause that refreshes between ritualistic killings. Even Laird Cregar-channeling Buono milked the cash cow, resurrecting his mamma’s boy portrayal to max, with a starring gig in The Strangler (also 1964), ballyhooed in the ads as “The shock sensation of Baby Jane!”

The Baby Jane bump didn’t just affect Bette Davis and Joan Crawford; it opened the floodgates for a deluge of aging former leading ladies. This wasn’t simply grand guignol – it was granny guignol. 1964 unveiled Barbara Stanwyck in The Night Walker (also a William Castle effort) and Charlotte cohort de Havilland in Lady in a Cage. In 1965, as Crawford readied another Castle foray (I Saw What You Did), Davis left for England’s Hammer Films to star in The Nanny. Tallulah Bankhead did likewise, glomming the lead in Fanatic (released here as Die, Die My Darling), as did Joan Fontaine for The Devil’s Own (GB: The Witches). Aldrich himself produced What Ever Happened to Aunt Alice? in 1969, costarring Ruth Gordon and Geraldine Page; Lili Palmer appeared in The House That Screamed while Shelley Winters and Debbie Reynolds teamed in Curtis Harrington’s What’s the Matter with Helen?

Both Crawford and Davis began the new decade with perhaps the most bizarre works of their careers. In 1970, Crawford top-lined Trog, portraying a paleontologist who bonds with a reanimated prehistoric man. Meantime Davis reunited with Catered Affair costar Ernest Borgnine for 1971’s Bunny O’Hare, where the pair pulled off a series of bank heists disguised as motorcycle-riding hippies!

I have to digress here for a minute to recount a meeting I had with Curtis Harrington about thirteen years ago. I mentioned to him how much I admired his 1967 horror-thriller Games, at which point his face lit up. He, too, was especially fond of this shamefully little-seen suspense treat, and was hoping that Universal would put out a DVD, for which, Harrington added, he would be delighted to provide audio commentary. I told him that I thought Simone Signoret really added class to the proceedings; the director then related the following, which, to put it mildly, left me awestruck: “Originally, I had managed to get the script to Marlene Dietrich, who then got in touch with me and told me how much she loved it. ‘I want to do it!’ she said in no uncertain terms. I thought, ‘Wow – what a casting coup!’ and couldn’t wait to tell the studio execs in Universal’s black tower. When I told them that Marlene was interested, their jaws all dropped in unison. I figured that they were all excited about the prospect and couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t have been more wrong. They were shocked, horrified really, and unanimously thumbed her down.

“I was sort of taken aback by this. ‘Why?’ I wanted to know. One of the elder gentlemen replied ‘The books and the hooks.’ I shook my head, and he explained.  Apparently Marlene comes with her own set of rules and props – the primary ones being about five volumes, each the size of the Manhattan phone directory. The contents comprised a myriad of diagrams on how she must be shot and lit from every conceivable angle – and with which brand and size of light. ‘It’s all that crap she learned from von Sternberg!’ they told me. ‘She still thinks this is 1931 and she’s at Paramount! We don’t make movies like that anymore! We can’t afford her!’ As for the hooks – they encompassed a complicated technique she developed wherein her facial skin would be stretched to the back of her head. The top would be attached to a net under a wig; the flesh would be scrunched into a ball behind her neck and hooked to the hairpiece. An additional device from the top of her gown would clasp the bottom of the pulled skin with more hooks. The books and the hooks. They didn’t have the time for such extravaganzas. I agree that Simone was fantastic, but, I still ponder to this day – how great would Marlene have been!”

The Blu- Ray of WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE? takes this classic to a new level; one can now see every hag-crag-bag with far more grotesque detail than ever before. I must say, though, that since the movie’s release, I have NEVER seen a bad copy of this movie, so, while it’s probably the most gruesome version to own, it isn’t necessarily a revelation. The extensive extras, which were all available on the 2006 two-disc DVD, are conveniently now on the one 1080p platter. They are kinda terrific though, and deserve mention. There’s the informative running commentary by Charles Busch and John “Lypsinka” Epperson (Busch also appears in Bette and Joan: Blind Ambition, an authoritative and entertaining document of the stars’ lives and careers). Then there’s the All About Bette, a 1994 TNT docu, hosted by Jodie Foster; plus a complete version of Film Profile: Joan Crawford, a 1967 half-hour BBC interview done while the actress was in the UK filming Berserk! Aldrich fans will savor Behind the Scenes with Baby Jane, a 1962 featurette showing the director at work on-location; this is extremely fascinating segment, as we likewise see the great cinematographer Ernest Haller plying his craft – along with composer DeVol, undoubtedly soaking up the atmosphere for what would result in the final creepy score. Best of all is the aforementioned Andy Williams Show clip of Davis twisting her butt off, plus a special campy ’06 Dan-O-Rama Movie Mix trailer/music video, which likewise features the Baby Jane rock ditty and repeated loop bitch-slapping. The original 1962 trailer is also included.

The appeal of WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE? is eternal; for fans of the stars, the director, the horror genre, 1960s movies…it’s essential. In short, to quote Blanche Hudson, lovingly watching one of her old flicks on TV “(it’s) still a pretty good picture.”

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE?  Black and White [Letterboxed: 1.85:1; 1080p High Definition; Mono audio DTS-HD MA English 1.0 [also French and Spanish audio options].  CAT # 1000285423; SRP: $34.99.

Also available on DVD: CAT # 1000313568; SRP: $14.96.

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