“What happened to you in the future was the result of what’s happened here!”
Man, never underestimate the power of a soap opera instaromance. The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long, and vice versa, and the only people who get burned are the audience. Dark Shadows’ greatest flaw, except for all the others, is that they’re not very good at love stories, so characters tend to clump together haphazardly in corners.
Today’s for instance is fraud horoscopist Sebastian Shaw, who went on one date with Maggie weeks ago, and has now decided, on her behalf, that he’ll kill his vampire overlord Roxanne to spare Maggie from the series of vamp attacks that I’m not sure anybody ever actually told him about.
But who needs motivation when you’ve got silver bullets? It turns out there are armed astrologers in the Dark Shadows Extended Universe, although the gun control laws are particularly lax in Collinsport, and Sebastian probably just picked up his piece at the corner bodega, next to the Jarritos Mandarin sodas.
Then, unexpectedly, Roxanne is spared by the intervention of phantom entrepreneur Gerard Stiles, who apparates in silence in the secret chamber in the nick of time, and distracts Sebastian at the crucial moment.
Sebastian fires off two bullets in Gerard’s direction, which pass right through his intangible torso, and fall harmlessly to the floor. Apparently Sebastian doesn’t concern himself with collateral damage during hunting season; he’ll shoot at anyone.
But Roxanne is spared, anyway, because it turns out Gerard is actually the hero of the show. At least, he’s the only one who gets anything done around here.
I couldn’t tell you what Gerard’s interest in Roxanne might be; they try to gin up some connection dating back to 1840, but it’s shallow and unconvincing. It doesn’t matter; Gerard has no need for explanations. Gerard is involved with Roxanne because Gerard is involved with everything today; his fingerprints are all over the next twenty-two minutes from start to finish.
“Quentin’s not in this time now,” Daphne says later on, after the poison and before the shovel. “He lives in Gerard’s!” We all do.
And here’s Sebastian Shaw, demonstrating why Christopher Pennock characters never really caught on. He loves Maggie, he says, and he hates Roxanne, and then he rips off his little bandana and shows off the vamp marks on his neck, like he’s proud of them. This violates many of our imaginary rules about how vampire blood slaves behave, but most of the time the victims are women, so maybe it’s different for guys. Sebastian is breaking the glass ceiling, and everyone around him is struck by falling shards.
Barnabas comes in and asks what all the racket is about, and Sebastian thinks that he deserves an explanation for Barnabas hiding a chained-up coffin behind a bookcase, as if he’s not the one breaking into the house and shooting off firearms in enclosed spaces at insubstantial targets.
“Why did you bring her here?” he asks, and Barnabas answers, “It’s no concern of yours!”
That’s basically how it’s going to go today, as far as questions and answers are concerned. Lots of people ask lots of questions, and the answers they get are few and unsatisfactory.
For example: “What do you think, that I’m going to stand here and wait until Gerard comes to kill you?”
That’s Quentin talking to Daphne, and the answer is supposed to be no. You’re not going to stand there and wait. You’re going to pour me a drink and wait.
Daphne says that she doesn’t want to leave Collinwood, but she’s from the 1840s, so she’s accustomed to not getting a vote.
“Listen to me,” Quentin says, romantically spinning her around and holding her tenderly by the throat. “Do you think he can stop me from taking you now?”
She looks downcast, and he lifts her chin, like he’s a boy in a playroom, posing his Daphne doll. “Come on, I want to see a smile on that face,” he says. “Now, pack that suitcase!”
“To our life,” Quentin says, as she clinks her glass against his, and allows herself a tentative smile. You would, too, with Quentin zero inches away from you, staring into your eyes and promising you everything. Daphne is not aware of Quentin’s track record, re: going away together with women that he says “we’re going away together” to.
And, WHAM! One sip, and down they go. Fans of tragic love stories will be pleased to know that the tragic part of the love story has commenced.
And there’s Gerard, the ghost with the most, doing whatever he wants.
At this juncture, we ought to spare a moment to discuss Gerard’s plan, which is obscure to the point of absolute darkness. He spent a lot of capital on getting the children to turn into the other children, and then he pressured those children to wish on a star and bring Daphne back to life. Then he tried to burn a house down, with Daphne in it.
“What do you think,” Quentin said, “that I’m going to stand here and wait until Gerard comes to kill you?”
But it doesn’t matter where you stand, here or anywhere. He’s going to kill you anyway. He enjoys it. This is leisure time for him.
Except that neither of them die, which is all part of Gerard’s plan, probably. It’s possible that he didn’t put enough poison in the drink; it’s also possible that he didn’t give a shit. Gerard doesn’t care whether you understand his plan. You might, or then again you might not. Caring about things related to you is not Gerard’s department.
And here’s Ophelia, descending a staircase. Barnabas sprints over to Collinwood for reasons unknown, and runs smack into Carolyn, who may be Leticia and is dressed for mourning. This is one of Gerard’s pet marionettes, a Carolyn changeling who’s even more crazy than the officially crazy 1995 version.
“Carolyn, have you seen Quentin?” Barnabas asks, and then notices the couture. “Why are you dressed in black?”
“How else should I be dressed?” she grins, sideways. “There will be a funeral tonight.” There is no tangible reason why Gerard should be pulling Carolyn’s strings like this; it would all turn out the same if he didn’t. But it’s his play, today.
She’s a strange, witchy woman, this chaotic version of Carolyn, and it’s hard to tell what she wants and whose side she’s on. Barnabas asks her to second sight for Quentin, and she gives it a shot.
“He is dying,” she says, “but he does not know it. No one can help him now.”
“Why did I ever think you were my enemy?” Quentin says,
as Gerard smiles his satisfied smile,
and then it’s back to false Carolyn. That’s how fast it happens, a fourteen-second scene where
the threads just dangle and tangle.
“Carolyn, everyone’s lives are at stake — even your own sanity!” Barnabas cries, and the world cries with him. “What happened to you in the future was the result of what’s happened here! Now, you must stop what is happening!”
“I cannot stop anything,” she replies. “Whatever gave you the impression that I could?”
He gives her a dramatic stare. “I will find Quentin!” he vows, and he will, but not today.
Meanwhile, Julia is rapid-fire interrogating the governess.
Daphne, Quentin’s gone.
#1. Where is he?
#2. What happened here tonight?
#3. What did Gerard do?
#4. Where did he take Quentin?
Julia needs to pick a question, and stick with it.
“Quentin’s not in this time now,” Daphne murmurs, her spook senses tingling. “He lives in Gerard’s!”
And then there’s Quentin, standing there and waiting until Gerard comes to kill him. He’s entirely under Gerard’s control, and there’s no reason to spin this out, but Gerard wants to play with his food.
“Why is this grave unmarked?” Quentin asks. “Why can’t I remember?” But it’s not Quentin now, it’s his grand-uncle Quentin, coming home to roost. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me,” they say. “Why do I know these things?”
And then Gerard touches him, and smiles, and the world is full of cunning.
“When I look at you,” the Quentins say, “it all doesn’t seem so strange.” He gazes into the eyes of the most important person in the world.
Come on, I want to see a smile on that face. Do you think he can stop me from taking you now?
And it turns out that maybe this storyline has been an equilateral love triangle between three ghosts. You don’t see that kind of story very often, because it requires extremely attractive ghosts, which are hard to come by.
“But this grave…” Quentin wonders. “Why does it puzzle me so?”
It was Gerard, obviously; it was him the whole time. Gerard, with his power and his smile and his intermittent but palpable hotness. Gerard was holding this together all along, the character with the clearest motivations and the most obscure tactics.
Quentin’s all moist and sweaty now, out here in the boneyard. Getting yourself buried is an aerobic activity.
“That coffin,” he says, regarding the coffin. “Yes! That’s Quentin Collins’ coffin. It is his, I know that!”
And then there’s Barnabas and Julia. Remember them? They’re the only people in this episode who aren’t possessed by someone else, and they have no idea what’s happening.
They’re just shuffling back and forth between unhelpful people with the power of picture-in-picture remote viewing, who won’t explain anything to them. Quentin is dying, Carolyn is gone, the children are missing, Gerard is in control and they don’t even know where to look. They might as well be ghosts themselves.
And what is Roxanne dreaming of, lost and forgotten behind the bookcase?
Why did you bring her here, why are you dressed in black, why do I know these things, why does it puzzle me so?
You and Julia — I pity you, you think you can change everything! You can’t!
Gerard will wave his green flag! No one can stop that!
Gerard is the ghost writer, handing out parts.
“The coffin — it’s empty! It’s empty because Quentin Collins was supposed to be buried there in 1840, but he wasn’t, and — and you know, I keep forgetting why!”
“It is mine, isn’t it?” Quentins ask, and it is.
“He knows! He knows now!” cries Daphne, glistening with glycerin tears.
“You are death,” Quentin sighs. “Whatever made me think that I could run away from you?”
What happened to you in the future was the result of what’s happened here!
and Gerard
Gerard smiles, and
smiles, and Gerard
and the
smiles, and the
Gerard smiles, and
and the world
smiles, and
the world
Tomorrow: The Way Out.
Dark Shadows bloopers to watch out for:
There’s a weird, unintended vocal effect at the end of the sentence, when Sebastian shouts, “I wanted to end it. But he wouldn’t let me kill her!”
Barnabas tells Sebastian, “It’s no concern of yours! Just know that you not try to — you must not try to destroy her!”
In act 1, Barnabas has to hustle from his scene with Sebastian behind the bookcase to his next scene with Daphne in Josette’s room, a transition that he has only fifteen seconds to achieve. As the first scene fades out, you can see Barnabas hurrying behind Sebastian to get to his next mark.
On the end credits roll, there’s a smudge over the videotape editors’ credit.
Behind the Scenes:
There are a lot of scenes in Josette’s room today, but most of the time everyone stays on the right side of the set, and they use the interior door on the right as if it’s the door to the hallway. (Barnabas, Julia and Carolyn all enter from the right-hand door.) At first, I thought they didn’t have enough studio space to build the left side of the set, but in act 4, Daphne moves to the left, opens the door a crack and then quickly shuts it. My guess is that there isn’t enough room on the left for people to enter; there may be another set that’s just on the other side of the door.
Tomorrow: The Way Out.
— Danny Horn
Where is Elizabeth while all this is going on? Sitting in her room looking over her hat pin collection?
We’ll never know. She hasn’t been seen for over a week.
I can understand why Chris Pennock didn’t catch on….not one single character, and what, maybe five or six, was a believable character.
Maybe it was the boss. Maybe it was by design, that his characters were so ridiculous that you could not imagine them in real life.
That’s what I see. It can’t be because he meant it that way.
It just can’t.
It has to be Curtis.
In other words… Pennock is too smart to have made the choice of playing the asshole….he was real good at being one. Like James Hall, who played the best
Asshole in all 1200 or so eps. Man, he was good at that.
But it’s hard to believe that Curtis, who grabbed Pennock from live theatre, and naked, did not dictate what kind of character Pennock would play every time.
And every one was some kind of asshole.
I thought to myself before: What would you ask him, at a convention?
And there it is.
Chris, why always the asshole? Cyrus started out good, but……minor asshole.
All of them, major, minor, all of them. And all of my reasons are quite valid.
Thank you, Erika something. Loved her. Although, nobody could reasonably justify a romance with Eric Lang. How could he ever attract a female, or even a male?
Well, there’s Barney, always the special damn case, but….
Ms. Fitz(right?) was one of my top five day players, with Diana Davila, and the art dealer with Roger in black and white, and Conrad Bain, and the good sheriff. Actually , I think there’s two good sheriffs. I love the bald one.
He was a major day player, really good. But.
Unlikable people are better accepted when they’re bald.
Ask Lex Luthor.
Can’t remember his name,
Dana something. Say what you will about the ineffective CPort police.
He was the good one.
Cows drained of blood an’ all.
This could lead to a thread of C-port sheriffs, but he is dominating.
The first and the best.
Game over.
Oh, yeah. Portia Fitzimmons, a name that no 60’s middle class would ever know.
Dana Elcar. He would later famously play MacGyver’s boss.
The story I heard was that Lela Swift and her husband went to the theater with Sam and Grayson Hall, and that it was Lela and Grayson who were impressed with Chris Pennock’s nude scene.
Liz doesn’t get anything good to do even when they remember she’s been Gerard-ed or Leviathan-ed or whatever.
So Gerard buries Quentin alive and we’re all supposed to be concerned even though we all know he’s practically immortal. Not to mention, didn’t Jeb try this too a couple of months ago? This storyline is so goddamn frustrating.
That’s what makes it worse. Being buried alive, eternally.
One of my favorite unintentionally funny lines..Quentin tells Daphne to get her things. What things?? She’s only been corporeal for like 2 days. Maybe she’s packing Vicki’s things. (And it’s cute that they pretend Alexandra Isles and Kate Jackson are even close to the same size.
Maybe he’s referring to her hair bows!
She could pack them in her pocket along with her Chap Stick and extra Kleenex and she’s red to go.
Guys like me….think they are exactly the same.
Right? “Pack what, exactly, Quentin? I haven’t even EATEN since I reappeared as a solid meat sack, let alone gone shopping!”
My theory is that the connection between Gerard and Roxanne exists UNTIL the trip to 1840 which alters history so much it’s dizzying
So the events of 1840 break the time-space continuum? 1897 should have done that just by the virtue of how Barnabas took his physical body or whatever the Leviathans did back to the Unhaunted 1969. Trying to work out Dark Shadows time travel is hard.
Hey, maybe that’s why none of the dates on any of the tombstones ever made sense, because the past is in a constant state of flux.
I agree. I think that Gerard/Judah originally turned Roxanne into a vampire so that it would get Lamar Trask all upset and looking for a culprit. Gerard/Judah leads Lamar to believe that Quentin put the curse on her.
The difference is that before B&J’s 1840 trip, Roxanne escaped being destroyed by her brother Randal.
that has been my theory all along. It would explain why Roxanne acts like she’s never met Barnabas
Elizabeth is nowhere to be found and so is Mrs Johnson (who was supposed to be with David at the end), apparently out on an errand. Willie has disappeared too. They certainly don’t address his whereabouts in 1995. They don’t even talk about Roger anymore. You would think he might be back at Collinwood but dies offscreen as does Elizabeth when the house is destroyed by the zombies.
Not that I wanted to see Liz murdered by the zombies, but we really should have. We should also know how Mrs. Johnson escaped, as well as Carolyn.
Exactly. Evidence that the writers no longer cared–this was no longer about telling a story but instead about getting something on the air and meeting deadlines. Once upon a time they took such care (usually) trying to be consistent with 1795 and 1897, and when they messed up, it wasn’t because they just no longer gave a hoot, as is the case here. I’m surprised they even bothered to create a character named Edith, as a nod ahead to 1897–which of course, due to their indifference, turns out to be one of the biggest paradoxes of the show.
Well it was interesting to see how Barnabas got away from the zombies. Werent thier like 6 of them on him? He can fight though, and he wasn’t gonna let the zombies get Julia. That was gracious of him.
Chris Pennock has a stab at the boggle-eyed look started by Cassandralique and continued by Michael.
He’s tossed in some of Tom Jennings’ cross-eye, too.
Just love the end of the scene with Barnabas, where the two actors stand shoulder to shoulder, reading off their lines from the Teleprompter.
Daphne is somehow far less appealing alive and in 1970s clothing/hair than dead and in her 1840 outfit/hair.
My husband ADORED her side bows and is very pouty and impatient with her current couture.
Well, well, wellie well. Something FINALLY happened! If you missed this episode, you needed some filling in.
Sebastrologian has been wearing collarless shirts and other groovy threads for weeks now, and there hasn’t been so much as a hickey or zit on that neck; now, suddenly, fang gouges and a bandanna? Okay, maybe Roxanne – no, wait, we saw Sebastian last night, he hadn’t been gnawed on, and Roxanne is trapped in her coffin. (And not to be too picky, but yesterday he broke the chains on the coffin and they just fell away, today he broke the chains then had to remove the loop around the bottom half before he could open it.)
Goodness, everyone is so shouty in this episode! Sebastian yells at Barnabas, Barnabas yells at Daphne, Daphne yells at Julia, doesn’t anybody know how to use their polite indoor bellow?
Wow, Daphne has managed to collect a whole suitcase worth of stuff? In the two days she’s been alive? Maybe she had some 1840 stuff in her room in the other wing. Or Liz needs to have Mrs. Johnson check the silver.
Aww, Quentin and Gerard are male bonding. Or something. I’m kind of getting some, uh, subtext in this scene – especially the bit where Gerard hands Quentin that long-handled shovel.
Oh, honestly! Another grave that is less than two feet deep! No wonder spirits are restless around here, they’re practically unburied. So why is Quentin so panicked at the end? He could literally just push the coffin open, unless Gerard locked him in; and I bet when they dig him up, they’ll just open the box up, not even turnscrews to hold the lid down. And again, I ask the question, why would anyone put up a grave marker with no writing on it? (And are Silas and Miles two of Gerard’s restless zombie shipmates? Shouldn’t they be in the fenced off “unhallowed” section of Eagle Hill, and also in unmarked graves? Or am I just being interment-insensitive?)
Oh, they are bonding, all right. It’s been a while since the “kiss me” vibe has been so strong on this show!
I had paid close attention to Sebastian’s neck throughout this story because I remembered Roxanne was a vampire. Always exposed and clear. I thought perhaps she had bitten him on the wrist à la Barnabas and Willie. He always wore long sleeves. Now that we know about Roxanne, they’re going full bandana!
I seem to remember a vampire show that posited biting the inside of the thigh to keep things low-key…
The most coherent thought I had while watching this one was, “My, isn’t the Old House brightly lit! I wonder if Barnabas had electricity installed? ” I don’t know whether that says more about me than the episode (which I found hopelessly muddled and confusing ).
John E Comelately, you really id me in, this time.
Only Nancy Barrett is making all this idiocy bearable.
How many pounds of hair do you think Quentin and Gerard have between them? 10? 15?
I’m so glad Julia finally tied that long scarf around her shoulders like a shawl. I kept expecting it to get caught in the coffin or a door and strangle her!
That must be one big coffin he’s in. It must!