Thursday, July 29, 2021

Bullet Points: Another Overstuffed Edition

• Let’s have a show of hands: Who remembers Sammy Davis Jr. playing private investigator Larry Miller in the 1969 movie The Pigeon? I would’ve counted myself among the uninformed until the other day, when I happened across that 90-minute ABC Movie of the Week on YouTube. (Watch it here, while you can!) Scripted by Edward J. Lakso (The Mod Squad, Mission: Impossible, Charlie’s Angels) and Stanley Roberts (Mannix, Petrocelli, Police Woman), the teleflick “is great,” according to an IMDb review, “because Sammy … doesn’t take himself too seriously and the dialogue uses a number of clichés from the 60’s. Sammy is searching for a girl who doesn’t want to be found. I especially love the scenes between Sammy and Roy Glenn, the veteran actor who plays his dad, a police lieutenant.” Why Wikipedia doesn’t list The Pigeon among Davis’ motion-picture and TV credits, but does include Poor Devil, an awful NBC comedy pilot from 1973, is really anybody’s guess.

• Speaking of forgotten crime-solvers, how about Valerie Bertinelli in the 1990 CBS-TV series Sydney? As Wikipedia recalls, that erstwhile One Day at a Time actress headlined as Sydney Kells, “the daughter of a now-deceased policeman, [who] brings her New York City detective agency (in which she is the only investigator) back to her hometown and her family.” Matthew Perry (later of Friends) held forth as Kells’ rookie-cop brother, while Craig Bierko portrayed an attorney “with whom she shares sexual chemistry.” This spring replacement series lasted only 13 episodes. The best thing about it may have been its opening theme, “Finish What Ya Started,” by Bertinelli’s then-hubby Eddie Van Halen. Clickety-clack right here to watch the main title sequence from Sydney, paired with the introduction to her 1993-1994 sitcom, Café Americain.

• One more YouTube discovery: The Blue Knight, a 1973 NBC mini-series starring William Holden, Lee Remick, Sam Elliott, and Joe Santos, and based on Joseph Wambaugh’s 1972 novel of that same title. It’s been many years since I saw this teleflick with Holden as William “Bumper” Morgan, a 20-year veteran of the Los Angeles Police Department—long enough that I didn’t even remember it was originally broadcast in one-hour segments over four consecutive nights. The production was popular enough to spawn a subsequent series, likewise called The Blue Knight (but on CBS, rather than NBC), starring George Kennedy as Morgan; it ran for two seasons, from 1975 to 1976.

• Oh alright, here’s another: Jigsaw, a 1968 film (“originally made for television,” says Wikipedia, “but shown first in theaters”) starring Bradford Dillman, Harry Guardino, Hope Lange, Michael J. Pollard, and a young Susan Saint James. “After someone places sugar cubes laced with LSD in his cup of coffee,” the YouTube plot synopsis reads, “Jonathan Fields [Dillman] regains consciousness, only to find a woman drowned in his bathtub and flecks of blood on his hands and clothes. Suffering from amnesia, Fields can't think of anyplace else to turn, so he hires Arthur Belding [Guardino], a private detective, to help him find out what happened.” Jigsaw is a remake of 1965’s Mirage.

Dexter: New Blood, the 10-episode revival of Michael C. Hall’s 2006-2013 drama, Dexter, is now expected to appear on Showtime come November 7. Wikipedia says this show will open “approximately ten years after the original series’ finale.” In the meanwhile, Hall’s Dexter Morgan “has moved to the fictional small town of Iron Lake, New York, hiding his identity under the name of Jimmy Lindsay, a local shopkeeper. He has developed a relationship with Angela Bishop, the town’s chief of police, and has suppressed his serial killing urges. A string of incidents around Iron Lake cause Dexter to fear that the ‘dark passenger’ within him will reveal itself.” The Killing Times offers a 90-second trailer for Dexter: New Blood, which incorporates a version of Del Shannon’s 1961 hit song, “Runaway” (previously employed as the theme for the 1986-1988 NBC police drama Crime Story).

• Almost five years ago, NBC-TV optioned Ben H. Winters’ Edgar Award-winning 2012 science fiction/mystery novel, The Last Policeman, with hopes of creating a series from it. Nothing came of that deal. Now, reports Tor.com, writer-producer Kyle Killen (Awake, Mind Games) is working on a pilot for Fox-TV, based on the same book, the resulting series—to be retitled The Last Police—expected to debut as part of the 2021/2022 season. Deadline explains that this show will follow “a small-town police detective, who, as an asteroid races toward an apocalyptic collision with Earth, believes she’s been chosen to save humanity, while her cynical partner can’t decide what he’ll enjoy more: her delusional failure, or the end of the world itself.” In Winters’ “existential detective novel,” the protagonist was a young male police detective in New Hampshire, one Henry Palace. In 2012, the author suggested that the role go to Jim True-Frost (The Wire, Manifest); no word yet on who might headline Fox’s adaptation.

• This is splendid news, from In Reference to Murder: “The new season of BritBox’s modern cozy mystery series, McDonald & Dodds, premieres on August 3rd. The series follows newly promoted DCI McDonald and veteran sergeant Dodds as they investigate complex mysteries with a web of clues that has everyone guessing who are the real victims and villains. Ahead of the new season, BritBox dropped a trailer, which you can view here.”

• Actress Jessica Walter, who died in March at age 80, has been nominated for a posthumous Emmy Award “for her voice-over work in FX/FXX’s animated comedy series Archer,” according to The Hollywood Reporter. “Walter voiced the toxic matriarch Malory Archer, the abrasive mother of H. Jon Benjamin’s Sterling Archer. She’s being recognized for her work in the sixth episode of the 11th season, ‘The Double Date.’” Should Walter secure this Emmy, it would be the second of her career; in 1975, she won Outstanding Lead Actress in a Limited Series honors for her portrayal of San Francisco’s first female chief of detectives in the NBC Mystery Movie rotator Amy Prentiss.

• In the latest edition of her newsletter, The Crime Lady, author and New York Times crime-fiction columnist Sarah Weinman gives us a sneak peek of her latest true-crime book, Scoundrel: How a Convicted Murderer Persuaded the Women Who Loved Him, the Conservative Establishment, and the Courts to Set Him Free. Due out in February 2022, it tells the bizarre story of Edgar Herbert Smith, who killed a 15-year-old New Jersey honor student in 1957, subsequently contested his case in the media—being given special support by conservative pundit William F. Buckley Jr.—and, after winning a retrial and release, kidnapped and tried to kill another woman, this time in California. “By the time Scoundrel is published next year,” Weinman explains, “more than seven years will have passed since I first began researching and reporting the project. I can’t wait to fill you all in on what that entailed, the voluminous trove of documents and letters I consulted across multiple archives, the people I spoke with, and the strange juxtaposition of criminal justice, conservative thought, and book publishing that connected the crimes and misdeeds of one man who fooled so many into looking past his worst instincts to see what was never really there.”

• The Southern California town of Agoura Hills has selected Lee Goldberg’s Lost Hills (2020), his first novel featuring Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department homicide detective Eve Ronin, as its One City One Book 2021 honoree. “That means,” says Goldberg in his blog, “the local libraries, schools, etc. will be encouraging everyone to read the book and to come to City Hall on Sept. 30th to see me in conversation, buy a copy of my book if they haven’t already … and get their copies signed. Past honorees include Michael Connelly and Dick Van Dyke.” Admission to Goldberg’s Thursday, September 30, appearance will be free, but space is limited and advance registration is required; click here after August 1 to find out more.

• A big change for Britain’s Crime Writers’ Association:
For the first time in its 68-year history, the prestigious Crime Writers’ Association will allow self-published authors to join its ranks. The move comes after the CWA consulted its members, who voted with an 84% majority in favour to accept self-published authors.

Maxim Jakubowski, Chair of the Crime Writers’ Association, said: “The founding mission of the CWA was to support, promote and celebrate the crime genre and its authors. In the past, we only accepted traditionally published authors into the CWA, as this was the best indicator of quality. The publishing landscape has changed in recent years, and self-publishing has become a route for professional writers, and indeed there are many trailblazers in this field. The time is right to update our membership criteria.”
The news release adds: “Self-published authors wishing to become a CWA member will need to demonstrate a level of professionalism through a simple-to-complete application form. This will be available on the CWA website from 13 September, when the CWA will first accept applications.”

• It sounds as if this year’s Killer Nashville convention, expected to take place in Franklin, Tennessee, from August 19 to 22, is coming along right on schedule. Keynote speakers at this in-person event will be Walter Mosley, J.T. Ellison, and Lisa Black. More information is available here for anyone who would like to participate, but hasn’t yet registered. The full four-day registration will set you back $419.

• “Mystery Writers of America (MWA) is honoring the memory of its 2020 Grand Master, the late Barbara Neely, with a scholarship to new Black writers …,” writes Mystery Scene magazine’s Oline Cogdill. “MWA will annually present two scholarships of $2,000 each. One scholarship will be for an aspiring Black writer who has yet to publish in the crime or mystery field, and another for Black authors who have already published in crime or mystery.” September 30, 2021, is the deadline for applications (available here); a winner will be declared “in the late fall.” Click here for more information.

• Like millions of other Americans, my wife and I have been watching Season 4 of Unforgotten, part of PBS-TV’s Masterpiece Mystery! summer schedule. There are three additional Sunday-night installments yet to come, but already, Crimespree Magazine’s Erin Mitchell has declared Unforgotten, which stars Nicola Walker and Sanjeev Bhaskar as London-based cold-case detectives, “the best show on television.” She continues: “Unforgotten is one of those rare shows that does not tell a story at its surface, doesn’t just lead us on a step-by-step procedural journey. The procedure is there, of course, but the subtlety of the remarkable performances addresses the characters’ motivation to allow us to experience the often painful journey though the case. In that way, the experience of watching it is more akin to reading a book, which is the highest praise I can give a TV show.” A 90-second introduction to Season 4 is embedded below.



• Regé-Jean Page, a popular alumnus of the Netflix series Bridgerton, is set to star as The Saint, aka Simon Templar, in a new film based around that Leslie Charteris-created, “Robin Hood-esque criminal and thief for hire.” Deadline says the forthcoming Paramount picture “will be a completely new take that reimagines the character and world around him.” Author-screenwriter Lee Goldberg, nephew of Saint authority Burl Barer (The Saint: A Complete History in Print, Radio, Television, and Film), opines on Facebook that Page “will make a great Saint, but I hope they don’t stray too far from what we all loved about Leslie Charteris’ books, the George Sanders movies, and the [1962-1969] Roger Moore TV series.”

• With the abundance of resources provided in The Rap Sheet’s right-hand-column blogroll, you can be excused for not noticing when a new site is added. But let me direct your attention to one in particular: The Ross Macdonald Blog. Composed by Neil Albert, author of the Dave Garrett series (The January Corpse, etc.), it’s turning the critical microscope on every one of Macdonald’s novels, in chronological order, beginning with his non-Lew Archer yarns. Albert—who calls Macdonald (aka Kenneth Millar) “one of the three greatest writers in the genre of the hardboiled private eye, along with Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler” (no argument from yours truly)—has been working on this site primarily since the end of last year, and has so far progressed to The Three Roads (1948), Macdonald’s fourth novel. Each book is being considered in detail, over a succession of postings, The Dark Tunnel (1944) and Trouble Follows Me (1946) having each generated 11 entries. (Hat tip to Kevin Burton Smith.)

• Nobody who reads this page regularly should be surprised to hear that I own the 30th-anniversary edition of Mark Dawidziak’s The Columbo Phile: A Casebook, a work originally published in 1989. But now comes word of Bonaventure Press’ Shooting Columbo: The Lives and Deaths of TV’s Rumpled Detective, due out this coming September and written by David Koenig. Although somewhat shorter than Dawidziak’s book (only 248 pages, compared with 410), Shooting Columbo promises behind-the-scenes intelligence about that iconic Peter Falk series, plus “a blow-by-blow account of the making of all 69 classic mysteries, from the first [figurative] pilot, Prescription: Murder, to the last special, Columbo Likes the Nightlife.” The question is, do I need Koenig’s book on my shelves, too?

• Caroline Crampton hosts the podcast Shedunnit, but she’s also the author of a map and guide called Agatha Christie’s England, from London-based Herb Lester Associates, which years ago produced The Raymond Chandler Map of Los Angeles. Already out in England, and due for a September release in the States, Crampton’s publication focuses on “the real and fictional locations in the Queen of Crime’s canon,” as she writes in her e-mail newsletter. “There are dozens of places included, and for each I’ve researched why and how Christie wrote about them. I certainly felt like I gained a greater understanding of her work in the process of putting the guide together, and if you read it I hope you will feel the same.”

• From the “everything old is new again” department: TV Guide critic Matt Roush recently included this exchange in his blog:
Question: Will some forward-thinking Hollywood executive reboot the George Peppard vehicle Banacek? —Steve O.

Matt Roush: Would a reboot of a 1970s private-eye series really be forward-thinking? I loved the randomness of this suggestion, because there were so many higher-profile spokes of NBC’s “Mystery Movie” wheel:
McCloud, McMillan and Wife, and, of course, Columbo. Seriously, though, because Banacek is lesser known, reviving a show and a hero that had a sense of humor about itself wouldn’t be the worst idea. In the bigger picture, I’d like to see a network try the “mystery wheel” format again, rotating its series on a weekly or monthly basis. Something like that could air year-round with fewer episodes per series, and that might be refreshing.
While I cringe a bit at Roush labeling Thomas Banacek a “private eye” (he was actually a Boston insurance investigator), I applaud his optimism on the matter of resuscitating television’s once-widespread “wheel series” format (about which I wrote last summer in CrimeReads). And Banacek—with its suave, totally immodest lead and supposedly impossible crimes—might, indeed, make for a fun reboot. But who do you think should fill Peppard’s loafers?

• Bay Area author-photographer Mark Coggins is out with Season 2 of his podcast, Riordan’s Desk. He launched this project in May 2020, at the start of the COVID-19 pandemic, with a chapter-by-chapter reading of his seventh August Riordan private-eye novel, 2019’s The Dead Beat Scroll. Earlier this month, he packaged up the final installment of Season 2, a full reading (35 chapters in all) of his 2015 Riordan yarn, No Hard Feelings. And Coggins has already begun reading from Candy from Strangers (2006), his third Riordan mystery. Listen to the complete run of Riordan’s Desk by clicking here.

Listen up, Bosch fans!The Everybody Counts Podcast talks Bosch Season 7, Episode 5 and interviews Michael Connelly.”

• Charlie Chan authority Lou Armagno informs us that 92-year-old actor James Hong, who portrayed “Son No.1 to J. Carrol Naish’s Charlie Chan in The New Adventures of Charlie Chan [1957-1958], is to be honored next year with a star on Los Angeles’ Hollywood Walk of Fame. Hong, born in Minneapolis to Hong Kongese parents, and “the last living actor to star as a primary Chan character, either in film or television,” will be the third Chan cast member honored in this fashion; Keye Luke and the aforementioned J. Carrol Naish both won stars before him. Hong’s list of credits extends well beyond The New Adventures of Charlie Chan to include roles in everything from Richard Diamond, Private Eye and Hawaii Five-O to Kung Fu, Harry O, The Rockford Files, Switch, and the 1974 film Chinatown.

• “Edgar Allan Poe: Self-Help Guru”?

• From a patron of The Rap Sheet’s YouTube page: “I’m not making light of the condominium disaster in Florida, but every time a reporter who is covering that story says ‘Surfside,’ this song pops into my head.” Learn more about this other Surfside here.

• The blog maintained by History (formerly The History Channel) recently highlighted what it claims are “the most influential classic shows” from the 1950s, “TV’s “Golden Age.” In the category of crime (click here, then scroll to the bottom of the page), it mentions Martin Kane, Private Eye (1949-1954), Man Against Crime (1949-1954), and Dragnet (1951-1959). But what about Naked City (1958-1959, 1960-1963), Mickey Spillane’s Mike Hammer (1958-1959), M Squad (1957-1960), Richard Diamond, Private Detective (1957-1960), Decoy (1957-1959), Have Gun—Will Travel (1957-1963), 77 Sunset Strip (1958-1964), Perry Mason (1957-1966), and Peter Gunn (1958-1961)? Today’s younger viewers may be unaware of this, but the ’50s brought us myriad TV detective shows that are still worth watching.

• On the subject of vintage small-screen shows, how about T.H.E. Cat (1966-1967), which starred Robert Loggia as a San Francisco cat burglar named Thomas Hewitt Edward Cat, and spun off a quartet of comic-book adventures?

• Was this really a good idea? You may recall that Deadline reported last year, “James Patterson and Condé Nast are teaming to revive vintage crime fighter The Shadow in a series of books that will also aim to be adapted for the screen.” Hachette Book Group imprint Little, Brown will publish the original series … The Shadow [aka society gadabout Lamont Cranston], a signature New York vigilante, originated in the 1930s as a series of pulp novels by Walter B. Gibson. A popular radio drama based on the books featured the voice of Orson Welles. In 1994, Universal released a feature film adaptation starring Alec Baldwin.” Anyway, Patterson’s introductory entry in this new series, set in the late 21st century and simply titled The Shadow, came out on July 13, and was greeted with more than a modicum of skepticism. San Francisco tour guide and author Don Herron remarks, “I had thought about giving it a shot, and then I saw the cover [shown on the left]. The only thought I could process was Where the fuck is HIS HAT???

• Yellow Perils is no more enthusiastic about the book.

• Dashiell Hammett’s first novel, Red Harvest (1929), has inspired a number of cinematic creations over the years, including the 1930 picture Roadhouse Nights and the 2005 neo-noir mystery Brick. But the book, which stars Hammett’s nameless San Francisco private eye, the Continental Op, has never been given a faithful adaptation. It did once come close, however, as a series of newspaper clippings in Davy Crockett’s Almanack of Mystery, Adventure, and the Wild West makes clear. In 1941, the Los Angeles Times carried word of Paramount Pictures decision not to remake its 1935 film based on Hammett’s fourth novel, The Glass Key, but to instead develop a script from Red Harvest. Brian Donlevy was slated to portray the Op, with Paulette Goddard and a young Alan Ladd helping to fill out the cast. Unfortunately, that film was first “postponed” and later abandoned. Hoping to boost Ladd’s Hollywood career, Paramount decided to remake The Glass Key after all. Donlevy was nominally the headliner, but Ladd was the real star of that production, while Veronica Lake replaced Goddard as its distaff attraction.

• Did author Hammett really break the window of a downtown department store in Miami, Florida, during a four-day visit he made to that city in 1934? The Palm Beach Post recalled the story late last year, but it may just be an urban legend.

• Talk about dropping the ball! I realized this week that, while I had reported on nominees for the 2021 Scribe Awards, I never announced the winners. In the category of greatest interested to crime-fiction readers—“General Original Novel and Adapted Novel”—Max Allan Collins and Mickey Spillane’s 12th Mike Hammer novel, Masquerade for Murder (2020), lost out to a video-game-related adventure, Day Zero: Watchdogs Legion, by James Swallow and Josh Reynolds (Aconyte).

• Were I able to attend this year’s PulpFest, taking place in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, from August 19th through 22nd, I would definitely want to be in the audience for “popular culture scholar” Doug Ellis’ presentation, “The Weird Tales of Margaret Brundage.” “Initially disguising her gender by signing her work as M. Brundage, the artist redefined sensuality for the already scandalous pulp market,” observes the PulpFest Web site. “Her work was later targeted by New York Mayor LaGuardia’s 1938 decency campaign. … Margaret Brundage [1900-1976] created 66 covers for Weird Tales between 1932 and 1945, making her the most in-demand cover artist for the fantasy, horror, and science-fiction magazine. Only Virgil Finlay was a close rival.” Ellis’ remarks on Brundage are scheduled for Friday, August 20.

• The best interview I’ve heard with T.J. Newman, the former flight attendant and author of the new thriller Falling (Avid Reader Press/Simon & Schuster), was conducted by Dave Davies on NPR’s Fresh Air program. You can listen to their whole conversation here.

• Powell’s Books, the Portland, Oregon, landmark heralded as “the world’s largest independent bookstore,” is celebrating its 50th anniversary this year. As part of the celebration, it has assembled “a curated collection of 50 books from the past 50 years.” I’d be more enthusiastic about this list if—in addition to Larry McMurtry’s Lonesome Dove, Alice Walker’s The Color Purple, Barry Lopez’s Arctic Dreams, and Kim Stanley Robinson’s The Ministry for the Future—it contained even one crime, mystery, or thriller novel. No such luck!

• Max Allan Collins mentions in his blog that the 13th Mike Hammer novel he’s “co-authored” with the late Mickey Spillane, is due out from Titan Books in 2022—75 years after the appearance of Spillane’s first Hammer yarn, I, the Jury. This one will be titled Kill Me If You Can.

• There have been so many crime novels backdropped by San Francisco, that Paul French was bound to fail when he determined to collect, for CrimeReads, a representative sample of their diversity. Why, for instance, does he mention Stuart M. Kaminsky’s Poor Butterfly (2012)—the only Toby Peters mystery set in the Bay Area (most of them took place in L.A.)—or Charles Willeford’s one-off, Wild Wives (1956), but completely ignore the oeuvres of Colin Willcox, Stephen Greenleaf, Kelli Stanley, and Bill Pronzini? That said, French’s piece—parked here—is entertaining, and might give you some ideas of things to read as this summer season winds to an end.

• For broader exposure to fictional offenses set in and around San Francisco, consult Randal S. Brandt’s Golden Gate Mysteries wiki.

• And how much fun is this? Blogger Evan Lewis is showcasing the covers, contents pages, copyright information, and occasional lagniappes from every early edition of Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine. As he explains in this introductory post, “Some months ago, my old friend and fellow book collector Jim Rogers passed away, and left behind a complete run of EQMM from 1941 to 1959. Those mags have now passed into the care of another old friend, Mr. Larry Paschelke, and Larry agreed to let me scan the covers and share them with you here. (Jim, I have no doubt, would have done the same had I asked, but I didn't know he had them!)” Click here to catch up with Lewis’ project in progress.

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

In Need of Neddies

This summer has already been busy with announcements of crime-fiction prize recipients. Now comes the Australian Crime Writers Association with its shortlisted nominees for the 2021 Ned Kelly Awards. There are four categories of contenders, led by those seeking Best Crime Fiction of the year honors:

Consolation, by Garry Disher (Text)
Gathering Dark, by Candice Fox
(Penguin Random House)
A Testament of Character, by Sulari
Gentill (Pantera Press)
The Survivors, by Jane Harper
(Pan Macmillan)
The Good Turn, by Dervla McTiernan (HarperCollins)
Tell Me Lies, by J.P. Pomare (Hachette)
When She Was Good, by Michael Robotham (Hachette)
White Throat, by Sarah Thornton (Text)

The three remaining sets of books vying for this year’s “Neddies” can be found here. Sources say we can expect news of which novels and authors have won to come sometime in August.

Missing Them Already

• Today brought the shocking news that British author Mo Hayder (born Clare Dunkel) died on Wednesday from motor neurone disease. She was 59. Hayder rose to fame following the release of Birdman (2000), which introduced Detective Inspector Jack Caffery, destined to return in six subsequent novels (the last being 2014’s Wolf). As The Bookseller recalls, Hayder’s fiction-writing efforts were much-applauded: “Her fifth novel, Ritual, was nominated for the Barry Award for Best Crime 2009 and was voted Best Book of 2008 by Publishers Weekly. Gone, her seventh novel, won the Edgar Allan Poe Award, and her novel Wolf was nominated for Best Novel in the 2015 Edgar Awards and is currently being adapted for the BBC. In 2011 she was awarded the Crime Writers’ Association Dagger in the Library award for an outstanding body of work.” Earlier this year, Mo Hayder let it be known that she was starting to pen speculative thrillers rather than crime works; her debut novel in that genre, The Book of Sand—to be published by Century under her pseudonym, Theo Clare—is expected to reach bookstores early in 2022.

• Missouri-born performer William Smith, who died on July 5 at age 88, spent some three-quarters of a century in front of cameras. “Mr. Smith had more than 300 acting credits listed on IMDb from 1954 to 2020,” The New York Times explained in its obituary. “He did many of his own stunts, and sometimes those scenes got heated. He was throwing punches with Rod Taylor for the 1970 film Darker Than Amber when the two began fighting each other for real. Both walked away with broken bones. ‘Now that was a good fight,” Mr. Smith recalled in a 2010 interview with BZ Film.” My recollections of Smith’s work date back to the 1974 pilot for The Rockford Files, in which he appeared as a karate expert/killer who Jim Rockford cleverly bests in a public-bathroom scene. “According to Ed Robertson’s history of The Rockford Files,” writes Nathan Ward in his 2020 Rockford tribute for CrimeReads, “this scene nearly broke the ASI meter when the pilot was tested, and may have made the show. It did for me. By cheating a little, it seemed a clever man could take down a bully. I was hooked.” A bodybuilder and champion discus thrower in his real life, Smith will also be remembered for his screen presence in shows such as Longstreet, Columbo, Mission: Impossible, Ironside, Kolchak: The Night Stalker, City of Angels, Rich Man, Poor Man, and Hawaii Five-O.

• Sadly gone now, too, is William F. Nolan, the 93-year-old author and screenwriter mostly widely recalled for co-writing the 1967 novel Logan’s Run with George Clayton Johnson. That dystopian science-fiction yarn was turned into a 1976 film of that same name, starring Michael York and Jenny Agutter. Although much of Nolan’s prose fell into the sci-fi and horror genres, The Gumshoe Sites notes that he was also an authority on Black Mask and Dashiell Hammett:
He penned Dashiell Hammett: A Casebook (McNally & Loftin, 1969), one of the pioneer books on Hammett, and won the 1970 Special Edgar from the Mystery Writers of America ... He updated the Hammett bio/bibliography and published Hammett: A Life at the Edge (Congdon & Weed, 1983). He also created a future private eye on Mars named Sam Space, maybe a descendant of Sam Spade, introduced in Space for Hire (Lancer, 1971), which was nominated for the 1972 … Paperback Edgar but did not win. He edited The Black Mask Boys (Morrow, 1985), an anthology of short stories from Black Mask Magazine, and wrote the three books of the Black Mask Boys series featuring a different Black Mask writer in each book: The Black Mask Murders (1994, with Hammett); The Marble Orchard (1996, with Raymond Chandler); and Sharks Never Sleep (1998, with Erle Stanley Gardner; all three from St. Martin’s).
Nolan, born in Kansas City, Missouri, perished on July 15.

• Finally, Kevin Tipple alerts me to the recent passing of George Wier, the Austin, Texas-based author of a series of mysteries starring investment counselor-cum-crime-solver Bill Travis (The Long Goodnight, Armadillo Waltz) as well as standalones such as 2015’s Errant Knight. I haven’t spotted an obituary published anywhere that tells how old he was, but Tipple relates that Wier had been “dealing with liver and esophageal cancer.” His family announced on Facebook that a “celebration of life” will be held in Wier’s honor on Sunday, August 1, at Austin’s Church of Scientology Texas.

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Jockeying for Shamuses and Davitts

In the past, Shamus Award winners were announced during a banquet held during the annual Bouchercon convention. That isn’t the case this year: Bouchercon doesn’t open in New Orleans until August 25, but the Private Eye Writers of America, which sponsors these coveted commendations, has already let slip the victors in its 2021 competition, in four categories.

Best Original Private Eye Paperback: Brittle Karma, by Richard Helms (Black Arch)

Also nominated: Farewell Las Vegas, by Grant Bywaters (Wild Rose Press); All Kinds of Ugly, by Ralph Dennis (Brash); Remember My Face, by John Lantigua (Arte Publico); and Damaged Goods, by Debbi Mack (Renegade Press)

Best Private Eye Short Story: “Mustang Sally,” by John M. Floyd
(Black Cat Mystery Magazine, October 2020)

Also nominated: “A Dreamboat Gambol,” by O’Neil De Noux (Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, November/December 2020); “Setting the Pick,” by April Kelly (Mystery Weekly Magazine, July 2020); “Show and Zeller,” by Gordon Linzner (Black Cat Mystery Magazine, October 2020); and “Nashua River Floater,” by Tom MacDonald (from Coast to Coast Noir, edited by Andrew McAleer and Paul D. Marks; Down & Out)

Best Private Eye Novel: Blind Vigil, by Matt Coyle (Oceanview)

Also nominated: What You Don’t See, by Tracy Clark (Kensington); Do No Harm, by Max Allan Collins (Forge); House on Fire, by Joseph Finder (Dutton); and And Now She’s Gone, by Rachel Howzell Hall (Forge)

Best First Private Eye Novel: The Missing American, by Kwei
Quartey (Soho Crime)

Also nominated: Squatter’s Rights, by Kevin R. Doyle (Camel Press); Derailed, by Mary Keliikoa (Epicenter Press); I Know Where You Sleep, by Alan Orloff (Down & Out); and Winter Counts, by David Heska Wanbli Weiden (Ecco)

Congratulations to all of the nominees!

In addition, this year’s Eye Lifetime Achievement Award recipient is Michael Z. Lewin, creator of the Albert Samson P.I. series.

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Also newly released is the not-so-short shortlist of contenders for Sisters in Crime Australia’s Davitt Awards. These prizes—now in their 21st year—are intended to highlight “the best crime and mystery books by Australian women.” There are five categories of awards, those below being the rivals for Best Adult Crime Novel.

Death Beyond the Limit, by B M Allsopp (Coconut Press)
Deadman’s Track, by Sarah Barrie (HQ Fiction)
Gathering Dark, by Candice Fox (Penguin Random House Australia)
A Testament of Character, by Sulari Gentill (Pantera Press)
The Good Sister, by Sally Hepworth (Pan Macmillan Australia)
Where the Truth Lies, by Karina Kilmore (Simon & Schuster Australia)
The Deceptions, by Suzanne Leal (Allen & Unwin)
Stone Sky Gold Mountain, by Mirandi Riwoe (University of
Queensland Press)
Torched, by Kimberley Starr (Pantera Press)

In Reference to Murder has the complete list of Davitt Award finalists. Unless the COVID-19 pandemic forces a change, the winners of the 2021 Davitts—including a sixth, Readers’ Choice honoree—will be named during a dinner in Melbourne on Saturday, August 28.

Monday, July 26, 2021

“The Truth Doesn’t Lie”

After being delayed by COVID-19 concerns, the reportedly “limited series” CSI: Vegas, a follow-up to the 2000-2015 CBS-TV series CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, is now scheduled to premiere on Wednesday, October 6. Blogger B.V. Lawson explains:
The sequel features returning CSI stars William Petersen, Jorja Fox, and Wallace Langham, who are joined by new series regulars Paula Newsome, Matt Lauria, Mel Rodriguez and Mandeep Dhillon. CSI: Vegas opens a new chapter in the city where it all began. Facing an existential threat that could bring down the Crime Lab, a brilliant team of forensic investigators must welcome back old friends and deploy new techniques to preserve and serve justice in Sin City.
Deadline shares a new 20-second teaser video here.

An earlier report from Deadline’s Nellie Andreeva said that, although CSI: Vegas is billed as an event mini-series, it “could become an ongoing series running for multiple seasons.”

Raise Your Voice?

Don’t wait! You have only until midnight on August 3 to submit material to this year’s Amazon Publishing New Voices Award competition. Entrants must send in three chapters of an unpublished mystery, crime, or thriller novel written in English. The winner will walk away with £1,000, plus “complimentary registration to the next Capital Crime Festival [in London], a trophy, and a potential offer of publication from Thomas & Mercer, the mystery and thriller imprint of Amazon Publishing.” A submission form and other participation information can be found here.

Friday, July 23, 2021

Whitaker Takes Home Another Honor

Less than a month after Chris Whitaker’s We Begin at the End (Zaffre) captured the British Crime Writers’ Association’s 2021 Gold Dagger award for crime novel of the year, that same book has also now “been crowned Theakston Old Peculier Crime Novel of the Year 2021,” according to Shotsmag Confidential.” Said declaration was made last night during opening ceremonies at this week’s Theakston Old Peculier Crime Writing Festival, being held in Harrogate, England.

Whitaker’s victory secures him the customary bragging rights, plus £3,000 in prize money and “an engraved oak beer cask, hand-carved by one of Britain’s last coopers from Theakstons Brewery.”

Beyond honoring We Begin at the End, this year’s Theakston judges named The Last Crossing (Constable), a political thriller by Irish fictionist Brian McGilloway, as Highly Commended. Four other books had been shortlisted for the 2021 Old Peculier Crime Novel of the Year: The Lantern Men, by Elly Griffiths (Quercus); Three Hours, by Rosamund Lupton (Penguin); Death in the East, by Abir Mukherjee (Vintage); and The Man on the Street, by Trevor Wood (Quercus). To see the longlist of nominees, click here.

Additionally, last evening’s festival events brought the announcement that authors Ian Rankin and Mark Billingham have been named as recipients of the Theakston Old Peculier Outstanding Contribution to Crime Fiction Award for 2021 and 2020, respectively.

The Theakston Old Peculier Crime Writing Festival will continue through this coming Sunday afternoon.

READ MORE:Harrogate 2021—Crime Goes Under Cover in a Tent,” by Catherine Turnbull (Crime Fiction Lover).

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Revue of Reviewers: 7-21-21

Critiquing some of the most interesting recent crime, mystery, and thriller releases. Click on the individual covers to read more.











The Sand Man

It took me a while to find the free time necessary to write it, but I have just posted my joint review of Max Allan Collins and Matthew V. Clemens’ first couple of John Sand espionage novels—Come Spy with Me and Live Fast, Spy Hard—in January Magazine. Their third installment in that series was just published last week.

My critique reads, in part:
Collins and Clemens aren’t trying to imitate [Ian] Fleming. Obvious fans of the espionage-fiction genre, they are seeking to add their own idiosyncratic twists to it. By the nature of the story being told, Sand must be brutal with the bad guys, but his relationship with [his beautiful wife] Stacey is romantic, sexy, and quite modern, in that he appreciates her brains as well as her body. And the quondam Ms. Boldt proves altogether capable when Sand needs her aid in a pinch; it’s clear she’s going to be part of any double life he returns to in the future, like it or not. The couple share plenty of ribald innuendos, and the book is filled with humor and some clever jokes at James Bond’s expense. Early on, for instance, Peter Lawford asks whether Sand would like his martini “shaken not strirred.” To which Sand snaps, “Do I care?”
You’ll find my whole review here.

Monday, July 19, 2021

Joy Rides to Win

It’s been announced that David Joy’s When These Mountains Burn (Putnam) has won the 2020 Hammett Prize from the North American Branch of the International Association of Crime Writers. That annual commendation is given to a book, one originally published in the English language in either the United States or Canada, “that best represents the conception of literary excellence in crime writing.”

Joy’s novel, his fourth published since 2015, beat out four other highly regarded works to capture this award: Murder in Old Bombay, by Nev March (Minotaur); The Mountains Wild, by Sarah Stewart Taylor (Minotaur); Three Hours in Paris, by Cara Black (Soho Crime); and Winter Counts, by David Heska Wanbli Weiden (Ecco).

“With memorable characters, deft plotting, and an attention to detail, Joy has written a powerful work of crime fiction,” opined Kirkus Reviews of When These Mountains Burn. Crime Fiction Lover remarked that “David Joy has written a timely, poignant masterpiece. When These Mountains Burn is the kind of book that readers will return to again and again. There is so much to discover in his writing full as it is of beautifully constructed sentences and insightful characterisation.” For its part, Publishers’ Weekly concluded, “Joy handles everything with ease, proving himself to be one hell of a writer.”

When These Mountains Burn was first released in August 2020.

Sunday, July 18, 2021

And the Agathas Go To …

Winners of the 2020 Agatha Awards were announced last evening during this year’s virtual More Than Malice festival. Congratulations to the victors as well as the other nominees!

Best Contemporary Novel:
All the Devils Are Here, by Louise Penny (Minotaur)

Also nominated: Gift of the Magpie, by Donna Andrews (Minotaur); Murder in the Bayou Boneyard, by Ellen Byron (Crooked Lane); From Beer to Eternity, by Sherry Harris (Kensington); and The Lucky One, by Lori Rader-Day (Morrow)

Best Historical Novel:
The Last Mrs. Summers, by Rhys Bowen (Berkeley)

Also nominated: Fate of a Flapper, by Susanna Calkins (Griffin); A Lady’s Guide to Mischief and Murder, by Dianne Freeman (Kensington); Taken Too Soon, by Edith Maxwell (Beyond the Page); and The Turning Tide, by Catriona McPherson (Quercus)

Best First Novel:
Murder at the Mena House, by Erica Ruth Neubauer (Kensington)

Also nominated: A Spell for Trouble, by Esme Addison (Crooked Lane); Winter Witness, by Tina deBellegarde (Level Best); Derailed, by Mary Keliikoa (Epicenter Press); and Murder Most Sweet, by Laura Jensen Walker (Kensington)

Best Short Story:
“Dear Emily Etiquette,” by Barb Goffman (Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, September/October 2020)

Also nominated: “The Red Herrings at Killington Inn,” by Shawn Reilly Simmons (from Masthead: Best New England Crime Stories, edited by Verena Rose, Harriette Sackler, and Shawn Reilly Simmons; Level Best); “The Boy Detective & The Summer of ’74,” by Art Taylor (Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, January/February 2020); “Elysian Fields,” by Gabriel Valjan (from California Schemin’: The 2020 Bouchercon Anthology, edited by Art Taylor; Wildside Press); and “The 25 Year Engagement,” by James Ziskin (from In League with Sherlock Holmes: Stories Inspired by the Sherlock Holmes Canon, edited by Laurie R. King and Leslie S. Klinger; Pegasus Crime)

Best Non-fiction:
Phantom Lady: Hollywood Producer Joan Harrison, the Forgotten Woman Behind Hitchcock, by Christina Lane (Chicago Review Press)

Also nominated: Sometimes You Have to Lie: The Life and Times of Louise Fitzhugh, Renegade Author of Harriet the Spy, by Leslie Brody (Seal Press); American Sherlock: Murder, Forensics, and the Birth of American CSI, by Kate Winkler Dawson (Putnam); Howdunit: A Masterclass in Crime Writing by Members of the Detection Club, edited by Martin Edwards (Collins Crime Club); and H.R.F. Keating: A Life of Crime, by Sheila Mitchell (Level Best)

Best Children’s/YA Mystery:
Holly Hernandez and the Death of Disco, by Richard Narvaez (Piñata)

Also nominated: Midnight at the Barclay Hotel, by Fleur Bradley (Viking Books for Young Readers); Premeditated Myrtle, by Elizabeth C. Bunce (Algonquin Young Readers); Saltwater Secrets, by Cindy Callaghan (Aladdin); and From the Desk of Zoe Washington, by Janae Marks (Katherine Teagen)

(Hat tip to Classic Mysteries.)

Friday, July 16, 2021

Scream for Deadly Terror!: 11 Great (OK, Pretty Good) Mystery/Suspense TV Films of the ’70s

By Jim Thomsen
Made-for-TV movies, to the extent that they’re recalled at all, are largely remembered as unmemorable relics of the 1970s, curios in a cultural trash compacter along with Count Chocula cereal, lawn darts, leisure suits, Space Food Sticks, and Love’s Baby Soft.

And, honestly? That’s where the majority of them belong. Most are so awful that it’s hard to justify watching dreck such as Horror at 37,000 Feet (1973) or Ski Lift to Death (1978) or Satan’s School for Girls (1973) even as camp, intentional or otherwise.

That’s not to be unexpected, given that by definition, these TV movies were made much like episodes for TV series were made—under extremely compressed schedules and budgets, only without the continuity of a series’ established creative community. A lot of top-talented people on both sides of the camera were brought in to make these films. But their assembly-line nature and their need to find the perfect balance between the prurient and the prudish sensibilities of the broadest possible boob-tube audience of that era made making films of quality a challenge, let alone making films that are worth revisiting a half-century later. Most were hopelessly dated by the first commercial break.

Yet every once in a while, a good director, a good script, and a good cast came together to make a masterpiece 77 minutes in length (most of these movies were shot for a 90-minute time slot less commercials).

These standouts premiered primarily between 1970 and 1975, which foremost aficionados of this genre consider the maligned genre’s golden age. Amidst all the dozens upon dozens of cringe-inducing war-between-the-gender comedies, Satanic-possession melodramas, high-altitude histrionics-fests, and gothic-drenched murder mysteries came the occasional movie centered on a crime that made good narrative sense.

Not only that, but they captured something of this fascinating socio-politically transitional period: old mansions and new feminism; stifling paternalism and singles bars; hatted old doctors making house calls and groovy young chicks in paisley scarves. They appeased the reactionary TV-viewer base by delivering conservative values while titillating with new and colorful styles, slang and sentiments. Sometime after 1975, the styles moved to center stage, thematically as well as cosmetically, and cause-of-the-week camp and all-star bloatfests seemed to swamp the tailored-for-TV movie genre and send it on a downward course from which it never recovered.

So, which teleflicks still deserve attention both for their production merits and for the stories they told about crime in their time? My 11 choices are based not only on my own viewing and enjoyment, but on the recommendations of the scholars of this funky little genre.

Here are my criteria:

1. No movie pilots for TV series that were subsequently made. It’s just too hard to judge those movies against the shows that followed. Admittedly, that rules out some good ones, like 1968’s Prescription: Murder, which eventually led to the beloved Columbo series. (Knowing the particular interests of this blog’s creator, I’m guessing he could make a better list of those than I could, and I challenge him to do so.)

2. No supernatural outcomes. Many TV movies of that time, following a groundswell of interest in the occult, used Satanic or paranormal elements in their murder mysteries. Some of these were the clever gaslighting schemes of human miscreants; others truly were terrifying tales of actual demonic possession. We’ll stick to the former in the interests of spotlighting crime.

Let me make one thing clear right now: Almost none of these 11 movies could stand up against the big-screen delights of that same epoch. I might put, say, The California Kid on a double bill with Dirty Larry, Crazy Mary, because they’re both outlaw-driver flicks from 1974 with Vic Morrow playing corrupt sheriffs, but I won’t pretend the former is anywhere as fine as the latter.

The appeal of these movies comes in enjoying the period, and the familiar faces that populate them, and also, to a certain extent, their ridiculously flat-and-yet-overheated dialogue and manufactured menace. But, graded on a generous curve, most of these are … well, not awful.

Click on the links below for plot summaries.



Duel (1971). The most obvious choice; the one that endures as a cult classic; the one that was so good, it was later released in theaters. You probably know the bullet points: Steven Spielberg’s first feature-length directing job. One of Richard Matheson’s best short stories. Dennis Weaver’s excellence as the Everyman tormented on a lonely stretch of California highway by an unseen nemesis in an 18-wheeler. And the man-versus-ambiguous-nemesis metaphor that captured something of America’s post-1960s sense of dislocation.

David Deal, in his book Television Fright Films of the 1970s, says: “Duel is a riveting expression of Kafkaesque horror. The vast loneliness of the desert, the deadly seriousness of the situation, and the inability to muster any help combine to make a deep and fearful impression. Richard Matheson’s simple story gives Spielberg the chance to concentrate on the mechanics of suspense; the ebb and flow of events is masterfully handled.” He adds: “The film still holds up beautifully today.” I can’t agree more.

(Available on Prime Video and DVD.)



When Michael Calls (1972). The top-line retro appeal of this New England-set gothic chiller is the debut of Michael Douglas, but there’s much more going for it. Star Ben Gazzara is one of those actors you enjoy in anything, and here his lightfooted heavyweight presence gives this story of gaslighting from beyond the grave its center of gravity. It’s also a perfect curio of its time: lots of supernatural suggestions, smoking, spectral stalkings, and aggressive turtleneck sweaters.

Says Kevin Hilton in Are You in the House Alone?: A TV Movie Compendium: “When Michael Calls just about ticks all the boxes one would realistically hope for given its small-screen trappings, and for the most part, has aged remarkably well.” Adds David Deal: “Director Philip Leacock keeps the action focused in this small-town, small-circle mystery, and the irony of the ending, which won’t be revealed here, exposes the fine line between sanity and madness.”

(Available on YouTube—at least for the here and now—or on DVD for a higher-quality viewing experience.)



Deliver Us from Evil (1973). Clearly inspired by the D.B. Cooper hijacking legend, this film briskly balances deadly twists with deeper meditations on situational ethics and tribal dynamics. It challenges viewers to ask themselves: If you stumble upon a lone criminal and hundreds of thousands of dollars in the deep woods, what would you do? Would you lead that conversation, or would you drift along behind the dominant personalities in your group?

Part of this scenario’s appeal can be found in its isolation; aside from the hijacker, there are just six people in the cast—six men on a back-country camping trip through Oregon’s Mount Hood National Forest—and each character occupies his particular spot along the strength spectrum. There’s the trip’s guide, Jim Davis (later to portray Jock Ewing on Dallas), but the group’s true leader is man’s-man George Kennedy. Trailing behind them are Bradford Dillman, Jack Weston, and Charles Aidman, fine actors all, and Jan-Michael Vincent in a solid role that hints broadly at his coming—if short-lived—stardom. Directed by Boris Sagal (father of Katey).

(Available on DVD only.)



The Legend of Lizzie Borden (1975). If your primary association with Elizabeth Montgomery is as Samantha on Bewitched, all I can say is, “Bewitch this, bitches!” One great thing about teleflicks was their utility as outlets for TV stars looking to stretch or subvert their established images, and few did that with more determination than this American sweetheart. Montgomery is chilled perfection in this re-imagining of the real-life 1892 murders of Borden’s parents in Fall River, Massachusets. Her portrayal of the accused murderess alternates believably between sociopathic cool, convincing naiveté, and childlike petulance.

Says David Deal: “The Legend of Lizzie Borden is a classic telefilm. And for good reason. The impeccable production has a sense of the eerie about it, as if the filmmakers fell under the spell of the frightening and folkloric story they were telling.” Co-starring Ed Flanders (St. Elsewhere), Katherine Helmond (Soap), and Fionnula Flanagan, this film’s quality was also assured by the helmsmanship of Paul Wendkos, one of the era’s best directors of dark foreboding fare.

(Available on YouTube and DVD.)



Savages (1974). Montgomery wasn’t the only TV-series star who used small-screen movies to stretch out her skills. Her male analogue was Andy Griffith. In this unbearably taut two-hander between a young hunting guide and his obsessed, over-entitled client in an unforgiving stretch of high desert, Griffith is the polar opposite of folksy Andy Taylor: a grinning, sadistic killer content to mix ice-cold martinis in the shade while his prey slowly dies of thirst in shattering sunlight.

Like many of the best TV movies, Savages has the advantage of superior source material: Robb White’s beloved young-adult novel, Deathwatch (1973). But this is Andy Griffith’s showcase, and it’s clear in every scene that he’s having the time of his life being the bad guy. (OK, as much such fun as he has in another TV movie, 1974’s Pray for the Wildcats, wherein he plays a macho bully who goads Robert Reed and William Shatner into participating in a punishing motorcycle journey through Baja California. At one point, Griffith cheerfully bellows: “I’m a hippie with money!”)

(Available on YouTube and DVD.)



Reflections of Murder (1974). I’m partial to this one because it was filmed close to my western Washington home, but between the settings, the stars and the spookiness with a splash of camp, it’s still a superior example of the genre. This spin on 1955’s Diabolique takes place at a boys’ boarding school, where hateful headmaster Sam Waterston’s desire to shut down and sell the property apparently alienates not just his wife (Joan Hackett) but his mistress (Tuesday Weld). However, getting away with his murder proves tougher than those two think. (To wit, how do you make a body disappear for a while but not forever?) Of course, all is not as it seems, and even preteen prepster Lance Kerwin, of James at 15 fame, figures out as much.

On top of that outstanding cast is some equally remarkable behind-the-camera talent. The director was John Badham, who went on to fame a few years later with Saturday Night Fever; and the writer was Carol Sobieski, later Oscar-nominated for her adaptation of Fried Green Tomatoes. Small wonder that David Deal, among others, loved it: “It is one of the finest telefilms—fright or otherwise—of the 1970s.”

(Available on DVD and YouTube.)



Home for the Holidays (1972). OK, this one is all about the camp, as a great cast stuffs extra ham into a gothic potboiler of family secrets and female rage. Four sisters—including Eleanor Parker, aka the Baroness from The Sound of Music; Jessica Walter, aka Lucille Bluth from Arrested Development; and college-aged Sally Field—gather at their family manse for a dark and stormy weekend with their dying father and his second wife, who was once accused of murdering her first husband. Invective is hurled, tears are spilled, and murder is done (most notably by pitchfork). In the end, two sisters are left, one innocent and one deranged, and things culminate with a delicious knife-wielding chase through mud and rain and hilly darkness.

While not a great movie, Home for the Holidays has foreboding atmosphere to spare, and it’s tremendous fun of a low sort to watch these highly talented performers out-emote one another en route to their highly performative ends. Michael Karol, author of The ABC Movie of the Week Companion, says: “It’s a real treat to watch the actresses sink their teeth into this tasty whodunnit. There’s sibling rivalry, madness, drugs, sex, and murder; what more could one ask for in a gothic thriller?”

(Available on YouTube.)

Dying Room Only (1973). Just like you knew the jam was going to be good when it was called Smuckers, so you knew that a movie was going to be good when Richard Matheson’s name was attached to it. He will always first be associated with the small-screen legends Duel, The Night Stalker, and Trilogy of Terror, and the big-screener I Am Legend, as well as his many Twilight Zone episodes. But this TV movie is a prime example of Matheson’s knack for isolating a handful of characters and cranking up the heat on them to deliciously unbearable temperatures.

This time, it’s a Southwest diner and neighboring motel, and pulling in are bickering couple Dabney Coleman and Cloris Leachman. Cloris goes off to the ladies’, and when she returns, Dabney’s gone but their car’s still there. Surly grillman Ross Martin and grinning Ned Beatty deny all knowledge. Things get deliciously gaslighty from there, and Leachman—fresh off an Academy Award triumph for 1971’s The Last Picture Show—is irresistible as the innocent who slowly dawns to the depth of the depravity at work in this desert hell. Says David Deal: “Cloris Leachman shines as Jean, who holds herself together as she comes up against barriers that would make a weaker person simply give up. It’s good to see strong female characters overcome adversity, a central theme of television movies from the era.”

(Available on DVD only.)



Winter Kill (1974). After all of these suspense and isolation stories, we should spotlight at least one good old reliable police procedural. Winter Kill gets my vote. What a strange time it must have been for Andy Griffith, trying hard to overcome his folksy-good-guy image while surely realizing on some level that a substantial part of the ’70s boob-tube audience would not accept him as anything but. So, on the heels of bad-guy turns in Savages and Pray for the Wildcats, Griffith put on his sheriff’s badge once again for this shivery tale of serial murder set in California’s High Sierra region. (This was shot as a pilot, but ABC-TV declined to pick it up as a regular series.)

Winter Kill is especially interesting for its take on the moral temperature of its time: plot points include a woman who can’t accept that her ski-bum boy toy (Nick Nolte in an early role) doesn’t love her merely because he deigns to have sex with her; and a man who fathered a child out of wedlock finds that he can’t handle the perceived stigma of acknowledging the girl. Also enjoyable is Sheree North, a frequent presence in TV movies, as Griffith’s cheerfully suffering girlfriend. (Not as good, but still worth seeing, is 1977’s The Girl in the Empty Grave, another Griffith-as-sheriff vehicle notable for early roles by later stars James Cromwell and Jonathan Banks.)

(Available on Prime Video and DVD.)

Nightmare in Badham County (1976). Most women-in-prison movies were made with a wink and a nudge, but this story was all about grim realism. Two young women are stopped on a flimsy pretext in a small Southern town by its corrupt sheriff; the next thing they know they are being brutalized on a prison farm by guards and inmates alike, with hopes of escape thwarted at virtually every turn. The movie is well-made, the story absorbing, and the cast absolutely first-rate: Deborah Raffin and Lynne Moody as the innocents; Chuck Connors as the sadistic sheriff; and also Robert Reed, Della Reese, and Tina Louise.

Deal captures Nightmare’s appeal: “Easily one of the most accomplished telefilms of the era, this is a difficult watch because of it. The exploitation elements common to the Women in Prison movie were downplayed in favor of a more realistic approach, focusing instead on what television does best: the character study.” Amanda Reyes makes clear in Are You in the House Alone? that she loves this picture, too, but sees it in a different light, noting that a revised theatrical release doubled down on its sex and nudity: “Nightmare has certainly transcended its more modest small-screen beginnings to become known as a fairly notorious B-grade sleazefest.”

(Available on DVD and YouTube.)



Night Terror (1977). What this Valerie Harper vehicle lacks in believability it more than makes up for in breathless fun. Harper is absolutely irresistible as an allegedly scatterbrained wife and mother, who is forced by family circumstances to drive alone from Phoenix to Denver, and who spends almost all of a night and the next morning being forced to outrun and outwit a psychotic killer. In the process she discovers her inner badass, and while the chases are mesmerizing, the best part of the film is a devastating retort she delivers to her infantilizing husband, who says: “Some of us just need a little looking after … you’re not exactly Gloria Steinem, you know.”

Thomas Scalzo writes in Are You in the House Alone?: “ While owing a clear debt to Duel and its enthralling tale of hunter versus hunted on the highway, Night Terror manages to set itself apart from Spielberg’s legendary film in several ways. By doing away with the questions as to why the protagonist is being chased, we’re allowed to focus all of our attention on how Harper might escape her ordeal. Second, the fact that our hero here is a woman, and arguably handles herself with more pluck and reserve than Dennis Weaver, speaks to the efforts to take the highway horror tale in a unique direction.” Deal agrees: “This lean little chase film turns out to be a gripping, tension-filled experience.”

(Available on DVD and YouTube.)

READ MORE:In 1970s America, Bizarre TV Movie Thrillers Were All the Rage,” by Keith Roysdon (CrimeReads).