Showing posts with label Shane Rimmer. Show all posts
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April 1, 2020

BAFFLED! (1972)


The fall of 2009 saw my sixteen-year-old self battle two bad colds twice in one month, and in all my online time, the bulk of it was spent exploring the non-Star Trek filmography of one Leonard Nimoy. So imagine my reaction when I came upon the opening of Baffled!, in all its cheesy, funky glory.

Distilled in one frame: 
The borderline-self-parody within this movie.

A failed T.V. pilot repackaged into a "second-feature" U.K. cinema release and a T.V. movie stateside*, Baffled! is a cultural artifact too "dime a dozen" to be a total weirdfest, but too absurd to be totally forgotten.

Leonard Nimoy as Tom Kovack

Susan Hampshire as Michele Brent

Vera Miles as Andrea Glenn

Jewel Blanch as Jennifer Glenn

Valerie Taylor (in her last film appearance)
as Louise Sanford

Rachel Roberts as Mrs. Farraday

Christopher Benjamin as Signor Verelli

Ray Brooks and Angharad Rees 
as George and Peggy Tracewell

American racecar driver Tom Kovack (Nimoy) crashes his car after seeing a terrifying vision involving movie star Andrea Glenn (Miles), her daughter Jennifer (Blanch), and a stately manor in North Devon, England. 

Dig that desk driving!

That's So Nimoy

With the help of ESP expert Michele Brent (Hampshire), the two set off for North Devon, in hopes of heading off the imminent danger seen by Tom, only to get tangled in a villainous plot to gaslight Andrea through her vulnerable daughter.

Insert Psycho II joke here.

Baffled! is a mish-mash, to say the least. A cheesy, absurd, yet oddly staid and "seen them all", it's clear to see why it didn't get picked up for a full series, but is still, well, "fascinating" to watch in seeing how transitional early-70s television really was.


A tip-off to Baffled!'s T.V. origins:
Michele merely sees Tom detailing his vision on T.V.

While I can certainly appreciate Baffled!'s mostly-brisk pace and not-idiotic characters (especially given that fate-tempting title), its bad effects, cliched score, and cheesy dramatics at times will leave you wondering just how much of it is meant to be taken seriously. And that's not even getting into its Dolemite-esque, spoiler-iffic opening credits.

Baffled!: Spoiling one-twelfth of the solution to
Murder on the Orient Express since 1972.

Perhaps Baffled! would have fared better with a more potent pairing at the center of its plot, but as is, Nimoy and Hampshire are more believable to me as friends than "will-they-or-won't-they".

Refreshingly, Tom and Michele get along fine, without
the vitriol that taints many fictional pairings today,
though it's still at the expense of interesting interplay.


While Tom is written as a slightly smarmy, "prettyboy" type, Nimoy is more than a bit miscast in the role. Much as he tries, you'll wince a bit when he calls Hampshire "a great lookin' chick". I hate to say it, but in a role like this, William Shatner could probably play it in his sleep (not to mention up the cheese factor considerably).

Naturally, Nimoy fits his role best when Tom
has to investigate on his own.

Roberts, on the other hand, is so obviously the villain that she's one of the more enjoyable aspects of Baffled!, even if she gets a bit short shrift (especially in the U.K. cut*).


Roberts brings out her inner Eileen Brennan.


Another point in Baffled!'s favor is Blanch's performance as Jennifer, which mercifully avoids the overwrought hamminess common for child actors in the 60s and 70s. Blanch is just calm and laid-back enough for Jennifer's change in behavior to be that little bit unsettling.

Yep. Totally normal.

An iron-clad sign that Jennifer is acting weird? Tom and Michele notice her 
going from dresses and pigtails to blouses and bell bottoms. 
(Also, how did she get the latter clothes?)

Baffled!'s script comes off as two forces wanting different things from the same premise, despite having only one credited writer (Theodore Apstein, who also wrote the screenplay for What Ever Happened to Aunt Alice? (1969)). Dialogue seemingly switches between perfectly self-aware and cheesy and melodramatic (not helped by the score), and several plot holes rear their ugly head. As a result, several questions are left unanswered, despite the film's plot itself actually being pretty easy to follow.

While a "gathering of suspects" amusingly takes place about 
halfway through the film, no actual solution is revealed here.

Michele makes the mistake of looking inside a black van in a mystery movie.

Baffled! has a fun chase between the black van and Tom's Bentley 3 Litre.

It's the hat that sells it.

Baffled! is the sort of film you imagine late night talk shows spoofing in the mid-to-late-90s as a fictional vehicle for William Shatner or Adam West. Nimoy, however, seems stuck in a thankless role, at least without a needed rewrite to bridge the difference in casting.

(*I've come to realize that my copy of Baffled! is the edited 90-minute U.K. cut, which, aside from reordered opening scenes and a few cut ones, is not substantially different from the 96-minute U.S. cut.)

THE STUFF OF LAUGHTER EFFECTS

What keeps Baffled! memorable for this viewer are the laughably bad effects utilized for Tom's visions and the action sequences. I can't speak for the standards of 70s U.K. television, but if these effects were the best they had, I can't even fathom what the worst of them would be.




Dig that "day for night"!

OTHER OBSERVATIONS

Oh hai, Shane Rimmer!

Jennifer's father (Mike Murray) brings out his inner Kevin McCarthy.

That hat though...

Sorry, I can't hear you over my fabulous hat.

One of Baffled!'s best payoffs is at the end of this elevator sequence.
(Seemingly long as it is.)

No, Nimoy's not about to fight a prepubescent girl.
He's just trying to do this movie's equivalent of a "mind meld", that's all.


I think my work is done here.

Baffled! will likely be a disappointment for Nimoy fans, but as a "so bad, it's good" 70s artifact, it's a fun movie to riff with friends, whether or not they're well-versed in 70s supernatural thrillers.



Copyright © Chynna Moore

February 23, 2020

EXTENDED OBSERVATIONS: SUPERMAN III


Superman III is an anomaly in every way. The premise, its tone, the "good with the bad", and it being the Salkinds and Pierre Spengler's idea of what "their" Superman movie is.

Christopher Reeve as Superman...

...a.k.a. Clark Kent

Richard Pryor as Gus Gorman

Annette O'Toole as Lana Lang

Robert Vaughn as Ross Webster

Annie Ross as Vera Webster

Pamela Stephenson as Lorelei Ambrosia

Gavan O'Herlihy as Brad Wilson

Margot Kidder as Lois Lane

Marc McClure as Jimmy Olsen

Jackie Cooper as Perry White

Wacky as hell or downright forgettable (or before now for this viewer, both), Superman III has a sizable share of fans (surprising even me back when I first saw it) due to its similarities to the Superman comics, all while battling Superman IV for worst of the series, similar to how Clark battled Evil Supes.

And yes, this is the best scene of the movie by far.

Much of my movie dissection is in the form of "the good and the bad", but Superman III is one of those films that's so "split down the middle" (if moreso two parts bad, one part good), that it lends itself to a post like this all too well.

Again, the purpose of "Extended Observations" is not to diverge from the (however-divided) overall reception, but to scribble down my reactions to the Supes installment that's chock full of general whatthefuckery, in contrast to its attention-stealing sequel, which is so full of headache-inducing plot holes and poor execution that it would make the Earth spin back again (or, as of 2006, for the third time). But I digress...

Few openings have dashed the hopes of moviegoers like this film's.

Calgarians will love the city standing in for Metropolis, 
even if it is the site of such a cringey opening.

Aaron Smolinski (toddler Kal-El in the first film) as the boy at the photo booth.

Graham Stark (Alfie, Casino Royale, the Pink Panther series) cameos as a blind man.

Few photographs sum up a character like this one of Vera Webster.

Because an American movie filmed in the U.K. wouldn't 
be complete without an appearance by Shane Rimmer.

Seriously though, what the hell is this guy's dance?

David and Leslie Newman's script doesn't embarrass itself as much as Superman IV
and progresses Clark into a more confident guise.

As much as I miss Jeff East, it is nice to see baby Christopher Reeve here.

Even though it's retroactive, I'm adding Superman III as yet another
fictional property ruined by the cultural stench of E.L. James.

Ever since I saw this movie on T.V. as a kid, Vera Webster's
character, look, and mannerisms have always fascinated me.

I mean...

She wears a suit, has two-toned hair, and calls her own brother "Bubba".
What the heck am I supposed to make of that?
(I think Ross moves his lips.)

Though she pulls off this disguise quite well...

...is a competent henchwoman with excellent machinery skills...

...and has her own video feed (pretty advanced stuff for 1983).


Pryor is clearly trying (and it's not that he can't do cleaner material),
but anyone would have trouble with the often-painful comedy in this film.

Like in the first film, Alberta stands in for Smallville.

So that's where The Tragically Hip got their song from!

It's no surprise that kids took to Lana when they first saw this film, 
as Lana's sweeter charm likely appealed to them over Lois' neuroses.

Having Brad work at Webscoe-owned WheatKing is a bit contrived, 
but then again, his old man is the chairman of OCP.

It's unsurprising that Pryor's at his best whenever Gus has to take on a different persona.

Before Batman and Roger RabbitSuperman III led the way for 
mistakenly using U.K. spellings on American items and facilities.

Back when companies like American Express were more than happy
to feature their brands as a means for crime.


Ironically, these two still fared better than the couple who went to South Park's Cow Days.

By simply adding tar in place of the unknown ingredient...

...Gus pretty much invents the Superman equivalent of "tomacco".

Reeve is still pitch-perfect as Supes, and gets to have much fun playing him as a jerk.

"Otis, take his glass."
...
"I don't think he wants me to, Mr. Luthor."

"It's good to be the Man of Steel."

Vaughn is having fun as Ross Webster, but the character is so
vaguely defined and uninteresting, that it emphasizes how
Trading Places did pretty much the same plot (and better).

No explanation is given as to why Lorelei pretends to be a shallow airhead
when she's easily capable of being the series' smartest henchperson to date.

Say it with me now, "Still better than Superman 64!"

The scene that scared many kids back in the day, though for me,
this pales in comparison to the flame-throwing Evil Irona from 
Richie Rich's Christmas Wish.

If this scene above doesn't encapsulate what the 80s meant for
crossovers and absurd movie premises, I don't know what does.

This scene actually works in playing the rom-com "misunderstanding" trope
with a character so attuned to the "Cary Grant" archetype as Clark Kent.

An awesome setup for a sequel plot that never happened.

TIDBITS AND SUCH

I cannot pass up the opportunity to feature this photo of Reeve (with his Supes hair) visiting the set of Octopussy.


JoBlo.com's "Awfully Good Movies" series covered Superman III in 2016.


As did Oliver Harper in 2020.



Copyright © Chynna Moore