“You broke into my room to tell me about a dream?”
Here’s the kind of thing that Dark Shadows had to deal with: They had to move the taping schedule around to accommodate Jonathan Frid’s insane, week-long publicity tour a couple weeks ago, and as it shook out, there were three episodes this week that taped the day before they aired.
It’s actually hard to get your mind around how close to the edge that is. If anything went wrong with the taping, then there’s nothing to show tomorrow. It’s dead air. And this is Dark Shadows; of course something is going to go wrong. Things go wrong, like, all the time.
So you’d think, on a show produced by sane people, that you might want to throw together a couple episodes where everybody sits around in the living room and talks over the events of the day. That’s what every other daily soap opera ever made does all the time anyway. But, no — it’s Dark Shadows, which means we need three cops and a Frankenstein monster and a seance and a dream sequence and a skeleton and a brick wall falling apart and a root cellar.