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Christmas Beauty at Hammond Castle
Since we’re still in the middle of the twelve days of Christmas, how about a blog where you can see the cheery holiday decorations at one of my favorite spots, Hammond Castle? I hadn’t been there for years, but I remembered how they did up the castle right for Christmas one of the times I was there many moons back. So, Yang and I decided to celebrate the season by visiting once again. We were not disappointed.
John Hammond built this castle early in the 1900s, funding it by the sale of his patents for all kinds of applications to navigation, radar, radio, etc. In fact, I believe he holds the record for the largest number of patents awarded in this country. He did come from a prominent and wealthy family, but they disowned him for marrying an older divorced woman – with whom he shared a long and happy marriage – so there Mom and Pop Hammond! The main shots we have here are of the Great Hall and the Courtyard. Yang took some really neat shots of the Great Hall. Hammond would have large family and friend gatherings here in his day, including lots of famous film political, and business figures. I remember back in the 1980s and later when I came here, I attended concerts on the pipe organ and by smaller consorts. I also got to watch silent films in the Great Hall. It was the perfect setting to enjoy Lon Chaney’s The Phantom of the Opera. In this photo, you can get an idea of the length of the hall. You can also see the beautiful rose window.
You can also observe some of the alcoves off the main hall in these photos. I wish we’d had a chance to take pictures in the dining room and the library off the Great Hall, facing the ocean, but the light was not great for photographing — too much sun coming in. Natasha would have liked it, though! Some of the decor were skillful reproductions of classical, medieval, and renaissance art; however, much was also pieces that had been rescued from ruins or antique dealers.
How about this huge hearth? Would it keep the entire hall warm? Well, maybe you ought to remove the Christmas decorations first! The courtyard was a real treat! Recreations or imports of medieval and renaissance shop fronts were integrated into the walls, leading into various rooms. The courtyard was roofed with glass skylighting, allowing for the growing of all kinds of plants that surrounded a long, eight-foot deep pool. Here is a view from the balcony to one end of the courtyard from which Mr. Hammond enjoyed diving off into the pool for a swim – but I think he changed into his trunks first. How would you like to jump in from here? We were lucky enough to meet two of the guides there who took our picture. We had a great chat with them about the castle and ruins, castles, mansions, and other haunted spots in new England. If we go back for a guided tour, I know that they would do a great job. they helped make our day! Anyway, here are some more shots of the courtyard.
Looking at these photos, you can see how Hammond integrated reliefs, tombstones, storefronts, etc, into the construction of the hall. It’s eclectic, but it works! The Christmastide greenery adds seasonal beauty and cheer to the castle. We don’t have photos of the bedrooms or the kitchen or Hammond’s workrooms. Maybe that’s for another day – or for you to find on your own trip to the castle. Finally, the outside is also a pleasure to enjoy. For one thing, there’s a draw bridge. An interesting story connects here. Apparently, Hammond also built a covered bridge for the cats to leave the castle near here as well – but they didn’t deign to use it. I think they were busy chilling in the boxes in which some of the antiquities arrived.
Of course, we can’t forget to include picture of the person to whom we can credit the majority of these photographs.
I love these Gothic arches framing the view of the Atlantic on this sunny winter’s day. For your final delectation, below is a video that reveals the glory of the Great Hall in panorama. If you want to enjoy Hammond castle for yourself, here’s a link to their web site. Their “Deck the Halls” tours are open until December 30th.
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Christmas Noir Four: Lady on a Train
Lady on a Train is more comedy than mystery; however, it possesses some nice dark touches that give its holiday setting a noir flavor. The opening title cars starts us off with the blacks and greys, stark lines, and and dusky darkness of falling night so characteristic of noir. The essential plot gives us Nicki Collins (Deanna Durbin), a sassy San Francisco heiress, witnessing a murder from her compartment window as her train pauses before chugging into New York’s Grand Central Station shortly before Christmas. The image through her window is perfect noir. An old man arguing with a overcoated and fedored form lowering over him. When the old man angrily turns his back, the menacing figure spots a crow bar on the table, pulls down the window shade without facing the outside, and then bludgeons his victim, visible only through silhouette on the drawn shade. All just before the train pulls out and rushes toward the station.
Of course, no one really believes Nicki when she tries to sound the alarm, not fussy factotum Edward Everett Horton sent to meet her at the station and definitely not the crusty desk sergeant (William Frawley at his crustiest best) – especially when the latter sees that Nicki is holding a sensational novel by her favorite mystery writer.
So, what is our undaunted heroine’s next step? Why, track down that mystery author, Wayne Morgan, to help her solve the crime. Played by David Bruce, the author does not appreciate her throwing this strange tale in his lap and expecting him to solve the murder – especially since she hounds him by interrupting his meeting with his fiancee and then tracking the writer and fiancee to a movie theatre – where Nicki sees in the newsreel that the famous wealthy man recently found dead from “falling while decorating his tree” is the same guy she saw murdered! Our poor author ends up really up against it while trying to fend off Nicki’s insistence he help her while he is under the gimlet eyes of a formidable fiancee ( the elegant but indomitable Patricia Morison) and a secretary (Jacqueline DeWitt), whose dry cracks and skepticism over the writer’s capabilities would do Eve Arden proud.
Even with Nicki’s feisty and cheery determination to get to the bottom of things, Lady on a Train has some deliciously noir moments: Nicki’s incursion on the murdered man’s mansion through sharp contrast of black night shadows with stark white snow; the mansion itself’s cobweb of shadows and hazy grey lighting, twists and turns of its interconnecting rooms, and the startling contrast of double doors opening from a foyer’s gloom into a brightly lit room filled with relatives listening to the dead man’s will – themselves an disconcerting mixture of charm and menace. A noir staple of mistaken identity comes into play when Nicki is taken for the old man’s gold-digger girlfriend, the singer in a downtown night club that itself will contain a two-way mirror for spying, dark and twisted corridors leading to shadowy basement rooms of hidden threats. Of course, there’s no forgetting the estate’s caretaker, who also seems to run the nightclub and have master-minded a plot to con and murder the old man – a smoothly sinister sort who slides snakelike through back ways and hidden doors, bearing a white cat – I guess I mixed a metaphor there with the cat and snake thing.
One particular sequence squarely fits the noir motif when Durbin inadvertently lets slip as she rides a car up an elevator in an urban garage a clue she may be wise to the killer – who likely is her companion, the murdered man’s nephew Dan Duryea (a noir stalwart if there ever was one). What follows is a pursuit through chiaroscuro shadows and interconnected rooms, people framed or trapped in doorways, people being pursued or unknowingly spied upon, even through the dunes of sand waiting to be used against the snow outside. Another scene finds the other nephew, played by Ralph Bellamy, addressing her with a creepy smile and revealing that that old stiff Aunt Sarah used to visit him at night and . . . we never find out what?! Brrrrr!!!!!
The mystery author does arrive on the scene to save our heroine; however, his doing so brings chuckles as well as anxiety over the result. So, how is this playful take on noir a Christmas movie? Well, we did see that Nicki arrives near Christmas Eve, and there are trees all over the place in this one – including the one that allegedly did in our murder, correction, our first murder victim. Lots of snow as well. Maybe the best connection is the lovely version of “Silent Night” that Durbin sings to her Dad over the phone. Check it out here. Anyway, it’s a nifty noir to drive away the holiday blues. If you want to see Durbin do full on Christmas Noir (more noir than Christmas, though), check out her and Gene Kelly playing against type in Christmas Holiday. Screen shots by author from the film Lady on a Train, Universal films, copyright 1944. |
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Made for TV Horror 2: The Night That Panicked America
The Night That Panicked AmericaOctober 30, 1938: across the nation, Americans were sent into a frenzy of terror when they mistook Orson Welles’ Mercury Theatre broadcast of The War of the Worlds for the real thing. Why did so many people run terrified, believing a radio program of a Martian invasion was actually happening? One wag answered, “Because all the intelligent people were listening to Charlie McCarthy” (ventriloquist Edgar Bergen’s dummy) on another station. Historians and social psychologists see some far less funny causes at play: American’s very real fears of invasion after the devouring of Europe and Asia by fascist powers as well as anxiety over economic and social tensions. The radio play embodied and thus brought to the surface the very fears so many Americans were trying to suppress: our nation’s weakness instability in the face of invasion by alien German and Japanese. The 1975 television film The Night That Panicked America effectively conveys this insight by interweaving storylines of the radio show’s production and broadcast with the reactions of Americans across the country. Opening with a view of the earth from outer space, calmly tracking in to it, director Joseph Sargent evokes H.G. Wells’s opening to his novel War of the Worlds. The film further establishes the links between a world on the verge of world war and a world about to suffer Martian invasion with a narrator intoning the state of earth’s conflicts in language similar to Wells’s novel. The background of broadcasts of war news and Nazi rallies establishes radio’s power to show the impossibility of denying the fearsome inevitability of world war. Next comes a switch to the pre-production frenzy of putting on a radio program, following producer/director Paul Stewart into the broadcasting station and up the elevator to the studio with a network standards and practices rep hammering at him to keep things uncontroversial, then into the studio where he’s pulling together script changes and pressing the sound effects woman to create something ominous. It’s an exciting vision of how live radio performances came together: actors, scripts, sound effects, orchestra, directing battling against time, censors, and technical limitations. If you think about it, though, all this rush and pressure to make things perfect right up to the last minute also mirrors the sense of tension and uncertainty in the country itself. A nice hint at the unspoken realization of the tinderbox of American fears is the S & P guy (Tom Bosley) insisting that they can’t have Roosevelt as part of the story; they have to go down all the way down to the Secretary of the Interior. It’s never uttered, but, of course, having “Roosevelt” in their play about a devastating invasion lends it too much authenticity. And isn’t it much less scary if you skip past vice presidents, speakers of the house, secretaries of state all the way down to Secretary of the Interior. (Welles gets past this by agreeing to substitute Secretary of the Interior for the President, but he sounds like Roosevelt). Art liberates attempts to suppresses reality. The stories interwoven with the broadcast are sometimes humorous, yet they also bring home that this radio play brought to the surface fears and uncertainties, not just about war but about belief in American exceptionalism. John Ritter and Michael Constantine are son and father who are farmers at Grovers Mills, the site of the invasion according to the play. Joining up with others to defend their country from invaders, the son sees his father and other farmers shoot up — a water tower. This does not amuse the owner. However, this son, who has been arguing he wants to go to Canada to join up and fight against Hitler before the war came to America, is the one who figures out this is only a radio program and tries to stop the others from acting hysterically. The fellow who admits that half the world is in flames is clear-eyed enough to recognize a real danger, while those who try to live in denial find their fears breaking free of suppression to control them. Other examples are especially interesting. Two servants had been listening to the radio before their wealthy employer’s party. So, they know that it’s only a play — which their general perspicuity would have told them anyway. However, the snobby employer and his equally snobby friends, frivolous, self-important, and even a little impressed with Hitler, buy into the program lock, stock, and Martian cylinder. Their self-satisfied ignorance practically hits you over the head as the employer keeps refusing to listen when the butler tries to tell him it’s only a play. Equally snobbish and obtuse, one of the guests decides the whole thing must be real because the professor reporting is touted as being from Yale — a fictional professor. Eventually, the crowd of airhead snobs rushes off into the night, stealing their hosts valuables, while the servants chill, finishing off the hors d’oervres and champagne. Not all the stories are amusing, however. Will Geer is a Protestant minister who won’t let his daughter marry a Papist infidel, fearing a religious alien invasion. His bigoted form of faith isno comfort when he believes aliens will destroy him and he loses his sanity for a time. Perhaps the most poignant tale involves a middle-class family where the father (Vic Morrow) is leaving the wife (Eileen Brennan) and children to “go look for work,” but the suggestion is that he can’t handle supporting his family emotionally as well as financially any longer. The American dream of family stability and work’s inherent dignity and security has fallen apart. The fear of the family dying in the invasion pulls husband and wife together in an attempt to take their children to safety, until what they perceive as the approaching alien ship with its horrific heat rays draws them into the decision that mercy-killing the children is their only option. Anyway, it’s an exciting film to watch that gives you something to think about. I loved seeing all the clever improvisation and creativity of putting on a live broadcast. Perhaps you have heard how the sound person created the menacing unscrewing of the Martian cylinders by having her assistant unscrew a pickle jar in a toilet in the men’s room to get just the right reverb? Paul Shenar was dead on in his reading of Orson Welles’s sign off for the play, as the Mercury Theatre’s trick and treat. I especially liked that the writers (including Nicholas Mayer and Howard Koch, a writer on the original script) left me considering how suppressing rather than facing what unsettles us in this world actually leaves us prone to that that which we try to suppress. If this can happen unintentionally by creative writers, actors, and technicians, what can deliberate manipulation through something like AI do, if we haven’t faced and come truly to understand the contentions of our world? For an informative essay on the film, click here. Images: Broadcasting play: https://musingsofamiddleagedgeek.blog/2022/10/07/the-night-that-panicked-america-1975-is-a-little-seen-tv-movie-about-the-greatest-halloween-prank-ever-played/ Dvd cover Image CBS Studios (c) 2014 Orson Welled news conference: Public Domain image https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Orson_Welles_War_of_the_Worlds_1938.jpg All screen shots are from The dvd The Night That Panicked America,CBS Studios, (c) 2014
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Made for TV Horror 1: The Norliss Tapes
The Norliss Tapes (1973)In some ways, the 1970s were a golden age for horror on network TV. Series such as Ghost Story, Night Gallery, The Sixth Sense, and The Night Stalker chilled us back then, though the over-plus of poster-vision, superimposition, electronic music, and a dizzying tracking in and out may seem a little cheesy now. And why did everyone think harpsichord music was so scary? The horror genre also heavily populated another 1970s television trend, the made-for-TV movie. One of the most prolific purveyors of ’70s TV horror in a series or a one-off film was Dan Curtis, the guy who brought us Dark Shadows, the first gothic soap opera, in the 1960s. Many people know Curtis for Darren McGavin’s The Night Stalker series, which actually started out with two TV movies: The Nigh Stalker and The Night Strangler. Dan Curtis, quite the busy beaver, also wrote, produced, and/or directed quite a few other telefilms, including Trilogy of Terror, Dracula, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and The Picture of Dorian Grey. One film he wrote/directed/produced that was not based on a classic horror tale was The Norliss Tapes. A pilot that never made it to a series, The Norliss Tapes is a kind of upscale Night Stalker, based on the premise of writer David Norliss investigating supernatural incidents in order to debunk them. Kind of a Scully and Mulder in one. It could have made an interesting series. The movie starts with a tense David Norliss (Roy Thinnes) brooding over a foggy San Francisco landscape from the balcony of his apartment, then calling up his editor (Don Porter) to pressure him into a meeting about a book he was supposed to have completed on his investigations of the supernatural, with an aim to debunk. He cryptically alludes to threats that have kept him from writing, which he now fears may even take his life. When Norliss misses the meeting, the publisher seeks the writer at his apartment only to comes across a note telling him to play a set of numbered tapes (in the right order!) to understand what’s really going down. After putting the tape in a handy cassette player/recorder (Now there’s a trip down memory lane!), the publisher and audience hear David’s voice narrating us to his first adventure into darkness — dissolve back into the past and away we go! The tale unfolds with a recently widowed woman (Angie Dickinson) encountering a gruesome being in her late husband’s art studio, which of course she and her German Shepherd have to cross a hill and some woods in the middle of the night to access. The creature whips the dog across the room and takes blasts from her shotgun as if it’s only a tackle from a linebacker. Still, he’s down long enough for the woman to get away so she can tell her sister, a pal of David’s, that this thing is a creepy version of her husband. He shows up to investigate, but for a skeptic he comes to believe the woman right quick — dazzled by Angie’s charms? Before you can say Necronomicon (which actually is a long word), victims are being strangled and drained of blood, a new sculpture of something demonic in reddish clay appears to be gradually being finished in the studio, reports emerge of the husband’s prior involvement in dark arts once he learned he was dying, and creepy caverns and crypts reveal horrible secrets. All of which David pieces together, despite the local sheriff’s skepticism not his own. Despite some of those annoying trackings in and out and a little too much screeching with the electronic music (Robert Colbert did his job much better on Dark Shadows), the movie has some genuinely creepy and suspenseful moments as victims are stalked on dark, lonely nights; in a dank mausoleum; or to a lonely motel room. The film even makes effective use of the traditional “We’ve got to find the monster in this forbidding underground passage before he stirs.” Roy Thinnes, no stranger to the eerie (The Invaders, Horror at 30,000 Feet), makes an interesting and capable investigator: discovering the right people to interview and asking the right questions, as well as effectively using the library. Still, Thinnes plays the guy a little too much on the low-key side; he could make Duchovny’s Mulder look peripatetic. In all fairness, though, didn’t an ambiance of low grade, indefinable anxiety predominate many films of the era, especially mystery and horror? After tale number one ends, the film returns to the editor, ending with him selecting tape number two. So, one wonders what new adventure in horror David Norliss would have faced had this pilot led to a series. Though Chris Carter credits The Night Stalker as an inspiration for The X-Files, the sophistication and the detecting skills of Norliss suggest this film is a much closer match. How might Carter have developed his series if The Norliss Tapes had become a series? Thinnes did reappear on The X-Files as Jeremiah Smith, ironically, an alien, though one with good intentions for us benighted earthlings. No copyright infringement intended by use of the properly attributed photos. If you feel there is a problem, contact me about removing the images. 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