Hi David, I'll have to rummage around and see whether I have a jpg of this or not.  Then I'll have to email it to one of the moderators, as I personally have not a clue how to post an image here. I believe I have to store it on my own website and upload it with some sort of link, and I don't have a personal website, so...

G.

Thank you all for those wonderful wishes!  I had an eventful day... including signing a lease on a new apartment!  I wound up the day watching one of my favorite episodes of Dark Shadows, from the upcoming Summer of 1970 storyline... Grayson was involved, of course, and wore a fabou scarf.  She's my role model now that I am myself a gentleman of a certain age...

I also celebrated later in the weekend by watching one of my favorite films... Velvet Goldmine!  I swoon as Ewan Macgregor and Jonathan Rhys-Meyers hungrily devour one another's lips, yum.  All that plus a gorgeous shot of the boys spooning and snoozing in JRM's boudoir... and Ewan raunchily baring ALL in a dramatic, firelit rock festival sequence.

On a more civilised note, one of my friends took me out to dinner in a gracious restaurant, The Elephant Walk, where he enjoyed a vegetarian feast.

And to those of you who have made certain comments, remember--just because I'm cheap doesn't mean I'm easy!  lol!!!

Hey, MB, where did you hide that tapioca pudding!!!  ::pouts::

G.

Grayson did attend the Oscars in '65.  She was in town anyway doing that Disney flick.  She got around a lot that year--went to Italy for the Spoleto Festival in the Summer and was back in LA in Sept. to make "Back to Back," that thing with Shelley Winters and Jack Hawkins, that maddeningly has failed to surface.  It was shown in the Bob Hope Chrysler Theatre series.

I've been wanting to screen the 1965 Oscarcast to see whether she made it on camera, but have yet to track down a tape of same.  I thought it was in the Museum of TV and Radio but they've been too busy addng more episodes of Seinfeld and Cheers to their viewing collections to bother with such trivia as the Oscarcasts (can you hear me grinding my teeth?)

G.

These shows are just meant to be entertainment.  I find the whole notion of the 10, 25, 50 or 100 "best" books, thespians, novels, TV shows or songs intensely annoying.  I blame a twisted alliance of monotheism, mass marketing, and Oprahism for the strange notion that someone else's notion of taste should be imposed upon my own criteria of aesthetic excellence.

That said, I did think the cartoon they came up to promote this show was cute. I found it hilarious that Diane Ross was down front and center, arms raised as THE Supreme One!  I guess the artist was a Motown fan.

Gothick

Hi, Cassandra, yes, I notice the same blooper every time I watch this episode.  Somebody in continuity was asleep at the wheel that day.  It's surprising, actually, that this sort of thing did not happen in the interaction between the Parallel Time/Original Time storylines.

Gothick

I've wondered this as well, R. P.  Even by Dark Shadows' standards, the Maggie kidnapping scenario seems really degrading for the character and the actress.

Earlier today I was in a video store and I saw a tape of what I've always heard is a brilliant reversal of this type of story; the early 70s Sandy Dennis showpiece, That cold day in the park.  I should screen that one of these days.  I think D. C. was probably thinking of the Terence Stamp/Samantha Eggar film, the Collector, when he cooked up the Yeagar/Maggie episode.

Gothick

The poor (non-existent?) delineation of the characterizations of Maggie and Quentin is a HUGE problem with the latter part of PT1970 for me.  Despite the considerable chemistry of the actor and actress cast in these roles, as people they're both about as desirable as damp cardboard.  When they're onscreen, they make one think of one of those dreadful couples who insist upon bickering in restaurants, subjecting the rest of the world to their pathetic inability to relate to one another.

At this point in the story, it's pretty much established that Quentin is a ranting, dysfunctional boor, while Maggie has been reduced to a snivelling, spineless dishrag with the self-awareness of a toothpick.

Maggie's imbecile posturing also ruins the concept of Cyrus/Yeagar's obsession with her, for me at least.  It doesn't really help matters that the obsession seems pretty much to come out of nowhere.

"But Steve, tell us how you REALLY feel about the characters?"

I do LOVE Roger, and Hoffman, and Dear Father.  I get amusement out of Angelexis so long as the script doesn't call for the character to get too psychotic.  At that point, I find myself wondering why someone in the group just doesn't stick a plastic baggie over her head while she's asleep.

grumping along,

Gothick

Thanks for mentioning about the 1969 DS fan club calendar; I'd never heard about that before.

I was gratified to see that on July 26, there will be a special picnic in a cemetery (it must be Eagle Hill, surely?).  That's my birthday.

G.