“Is counsel willing to admit that this woman is alive?”
You know, I’ve never had much regard for 1840 Quentin as a tastemaker in romantic entanglements, having married Samantha Drew, a woman whose range of emotions extends from passive-aggressive bitterness to murderous rage. And then along comes the deceased Joanna Mills, Quentin’s second choice, who was clearly a lateral move.
Quentin is currently in lockup, on trial for witchcraft, of which he is only partially guilty. True, he traffics in dangerous occult artifacts and he built a time-traveling staircase, and it’s still an open question whether he murdered all those cows — I mean, if he didn’t, then why isn’t he out there searching for the real killer — but lots of people have occult interests at Collinwood, and Quentin’s hardly done anything, if you grade on a curve. I don’t think he even used the staircase, which works perfectly, so honestly he should be in 1969 right now, appearing on trading cards and making himself acquainted with a wider variety of females.
And now, here’s this dreadful boat-anchor walking into his cellblock, and he thought he shook her loose months ago.
“You’re not going to be here much longer, darling,” she assures him, in the clear, dulcet tones of a woman who will call you “darling” even if you ask her to stop. “I’m going to do everything in my power to help clear you! You’re in serious trouble, and you need me. I was always there when you needed me. Do you remember, Quentin?” He remembers.
She wants to go to Collinwood and talk to her sister Daphne, who happens to be third on Quentin’s hit parade, and the only one fit for human society. “I want to see Daphne as soon as possible,” she announces.
“Well, before you do,” says Quentin, “I think we ought to have a long talk.”
“I know, darling,” she smiles. “We have so much talking to do.” And Quentin thinks, ummmm yeah, it’s not that kind of talk.
So, I don’t know, I remember back when they were good at casting on Dark Shadows, back before all these Samanthas and Hallies and Jeremys and Randalls and other assorted disappointments. It feels like they nailed it when they cast James Storm and Kate Jackson back in July, and then they got over-confident, and I don’t think they’ve made a decent casting decision since.
Luckily, they’ve got a deep bench of talented players from the last several years, so they can always pull out Michael Stroka when they need somebody swarthy, or in a pinch, they could fix Thayer David up with a new outfit, but I fear Gerard and Daphne may be the last of the great discoveries that Dan Curtis made on Dark Shadows, and that was six months ago.
Now we’ve got Joanna Mills, who we’ve heard about for months and months — we’ve even beseeched her, for pete’s sake, and beseeching isn’t free — and she’s this self-satisfied, stagey piece of work, who anyone with eyes would identify as the last person that even this second-generation copy of Quentin Collins would want to hitch himself to on purpose, without some kind of pre-arranged exit strategy.
Here’s an example.
Judge: Miss Mills, is it true that you escaped from an asylum?
Joanna: I was there, but I did not escape. I decided one day that I didn’t need to be there anymore, so I left.
Judge: Without telling anyone you were leaving?
Joanna: Yes, that’s right.
But that’s what “escaping” means, you utter nitwit, the judge does not reply. I mean, we wrote a theme song for this broad. It’s monstrous.
To his great credit, Humbert Allen Astredo has made the artistic decision that his character hates this woman more than heart disease and the First World War, and he spends the entire half-hour broadcasting his loathing and fury on all conceivable channels.
Given the opportunity to cross-examine, Dawson says, “The prosecution still contends that this woman is not a valid witness in the case, therefore the prosecution has no questions, your honor!” And then he sits down and glowers at her like he’s trying to incinerate her with his glare, reducing her to component particles.
They cut to a close-up of Dawson four times during the rest of Joanna’s testimony, and each time he is giving a masterclass in impotent, glass-shattering rage that Joanna Mills even exists on this earth. It is Astredo’s most realistic and understated performance in all of Dark Shadows.
“Now, Miss Mills,” says Barnabas Collins, acting incompetently for the defense, “there has been introduced into this trial a letter that the prosecution alleges was left on a — on a tree, by the spirit of someone they think is you.” And then he makes a cute little smile, because he really didn’t expect to get to the end of that line in one piece.
La Mills says that she’s familiar with the letter in question. “How did you come to write this letter?” Barnabas asks.
“Well, the evening I re— decided to visit Quentin at Collinwood,” she stumbles, “on my way there, I stopped by a place in the woods where we used to meet. A large oak tree. We — we used to leave notes for each other there.”
Quentin stares at her with horror, thinking about how everybody knows now that he used to date this bag of wet hay.
“Then, when I moved close to it,” she continues, “I was very surprised to discover a note, for me, from Quentin.”
She starts to pant heavily, and comes entirely unstuck on her lines.
“I thought someone —” she breathes, checking the teleprompter — “somehow he had learned that I was back, and” — checks the teleprompter again — “that was his way of surprising me, so I decided to st- return his surprise, by answering his note. Then, when I returned to the village” — checks the teleprompter a third time — “I found out that Quentin didn’t know I was back, because he was on trial for his life!”
Cut to Dawson, imagining her being pulled to pieces by poisonous dogs, an emotional response that is entirely dramatically justified.
Well, after that, there’s nothing to do but thank her for her testimony, and start striking things from the record. It’s a toss-up whether the American judicial system can stand up to this treatment. Now all we need is to put Joanna and Samantha in a scene together, and then turn our face to the wall, and quietly expire.
Tomorrow: I Feel Ya.
Dark Shadows bloopers to watch out for:
Barnabas asks, “Wasn’t it Mr. Dawson himself, who…” (look at the teleprompter) “first informed the tribunal of what Joanna Mills actually looked like?”
Gerard tells Samantha, “I would so much like to be there to see the final plannings put to use.” It’s possible that this was actually scripted, but I’ve never heard that phrase used before, and I’m familiar with a lot of phrases.
Samantha says that she left the note in the tree “last night”, but that was in episode 1173, which was two days ago in story time. Last night was episode 1177, when Stokes arrived at Collinwood, and Julia and Angelique followed Roxanne’s dream to find Barnabas.
Quentin says, “Barnabas, I don’t see how they can refuse to let Joanna take the stand!” Barnabas replies, “Of course they will.” He means that they won’t.
Joanna places her right hand on the Bible to swear; it should be her left.
Barnabas cries, “Your honor, are we go through the ordeal of questioning this woman’s insanity?”
Dawson looks down at papers on the table when he says the line, “Since the forthcoming piece of testimony is unprecedented, I would like to know just whose witness this woman is to be.” I think he’s got the line written there, because “since the forthcoming piece of testimony is unprecedented” is both difficult to say and doesn’t really mean anything.
The judge trips on a word when he responds to Dawson, “You and the counsel for the defense will have ample chance to — to, uh, question her later.”
Barnabas tells the judge, “Your honor, I think it is very clear that — clearly established, that there was nothing supernatural about this letter.”
When Barnabas tells Dawson, “I believe that it has become very obvious, not only to the court, Mr. Dawson —” someone in the studio coughs.
The judge says, “Mr. Dawson, the court is now most curious about some earlier testimony concerning the appearance of a so-called ghost at Collingwood.”
Dawson tells Gerard about the appearance of Joanna in court, and Gerard gasps, “Samantha — I forgot to tell Samantha!” He probably means “I’ve got to tell Samantha.”
Behind the Scenes:
Lee Beery plays Joanna Mills for ten episodes, from last Friday’s surprise appearance through episode 1193. Before this, Beery’s only TV role was Maid Marian in a 1968 TV-movie The Legend of Robin Hood. She’d been on stage quite a bit, including a revival of Oklahoma at Lincoln Center in 1969.
Back in November, Barbara Tracey was a stand-in for Joanna for two episodes, although now that I think about it, that might have been a stand-in for Samantha, who was standing in for Joanna. I don’t really understand that part of the storyline.
Tomorrow: I Feel Ya.
— Danny Horn
19 thoughts on “Episode 1181: You, Again”
Lee Beery should just have taken the Keith Prentice approach and kept staring at the teleprompter, as if daring it to fight. Come to think of it, that didn’t always help him with his lines, either.
Lee–later “Leigh”–Beery is theater royalty. I saw her as Roxanne opposite Christopher Plummer in the vastly underrated 1973 Cyrano musical (book and lyrics by Anthony Burgess) and she was lovely. But the real reason to treasure her is that her husband is… Jonathan Tunick. You don’t know Jonathan Tunick? For shame! He’s Stephen Sondheim’s George Martin–i.e., Sondheim’s orchestrator. Chances are if you’re humming a Sondheim song, the orchestral fill that lifts the thing into the stratosphere is Tunick’s. So, I forgive Lee/Leigh anything. Also, in DS she’s so obviously a visiting theater actress–she reminds me of the wonderful Kathleen Widdoes–that she adds a touch of class even when she’s all wrong.
I believe Leigh / Lee was nominated for a Tony Award for her work in Cyrano.
Bravo on the defense of Leigh Beery, AKA Marsinah AKA Laurey AKA Magnolia AKA Roxana (who made melting music out of the most unsingable love lyric ever (“You Have Made Me Love You”) from Cyrano, which I otherwise greatly enjoy). Here, I, too, will stoutly defend her tone-deaf play-to-the-balcony Sing-out-Louise cloying sweetness, which, admittedly, might make Joanna seem insane, or just–otherworldly? Which, it will turn out, she is. Curtis had a fondness for huighly theatrical performers,. and who’s more theatrical than the musical comedy crowd? After all, Donna McKechnie had worked out well enough. (Virginia Vestoff, though, was a gamble that didn’t pay off, despite a bigger Broadway resumé; Humbert Allen Astredo had a stage resumé to envy, too–and, as Danny astutely observes, it takes all his chops to confront Beery’s dizzy, lunatic self-absorption.)
Even though I know her from a limited number of things (like THE GROUP), I know what you mean about Kathleen Widdoes.
I loved Kathleen Widdoes as Emma Snyder on As the World Turns.
Lee Berry was absolutely beautiful.I found her character to be genuinely sweet and polite. She was respectful and kind to everyone, even Samantha. I thought it a nice touch that her character would sing to herself sometimes. She looks so lovely in the period clothing and would have made a better Catherine than Lara Parker.
Oh wow, I had the record of “Cyrano” when I was a kid, it had some good music.
If everyone will forgive an off-topic post, today’s DICK TRACY comic strip introduces a new character. An expert on vampires, his name is “Professor Stokes.” https://www.gocomics.com/dicktracy/2020/09/14
Not an incredibly gripping episode (as a rewatch on Tubi.tv revealed), but after the previous post’s uncertain and frightening journey to the past of 2012 I heave a sigh of relief that we’re back to the uncertain but more familiar past of 1971/1840/Frid/Astredo/Selby.
I was, however, genuinely surprised by the cliffhanger since this period is somewhat vague in my memory.
I have a lot of sympathy for Samantha. She’s a woman who has been doubly scorned – by Quentin and Gerard. Well, first played by Gerard and then scorned. She has good reason to be filled with hell’s fury.
I agree! She’s frankly the mortal, female Barnabas: she keeps making terrible choices, but often in reaction to choices other people have made about her, or for her, or to her.
From back when Roxanne mattered and was alive, we learned that their mutual father was basically trying to sell her to Trask, despite the fact that she kept telling the guy she loathed him and hoped he’d die, and I have the feeling something similar happened with Samantha and Quentin. They clearly got married quite young and it was a “suitable” match, and she produced an heir for the Collins fortune. They probably even got along there at the beginning; and frankly not a lot of het ladies are going to say “nah” to the idea of a romp with Quentin, sexy-times wise.
But if there’s one thing every Quentin is consistent at it’s not keeping it in his pants, and he not only cheated he asked for a divorce, which in 1840 was basically a cross between calling your spouse a whore and accusing her of necromancy. Then he tripped off to sea WITH THEIR KID, and when they managed to wash ashore in Brazil, never bothered to ask anybody say, can I borrow a stamp and envelope? to let anyone know he was ALIVE, and that so was Tad.
Then he got back and is trying to fuck the newest governess who is his old girlfriend’s younger sister.
If I was Samantha I’d be making bad choices too, just so I didn’t feel quite so much like cruel fate’s helpless poppet, dancing in the winds of rage.
Did you mean “venomous dogs”? Poisonous means their flesh is toxic to eat.
I’ve probably mentioned it before; ain’t no glowering like a Humbert glowering! Another scheme falling apart, like they do for all his villainous characters.
The comments above make me understand why it is that I keep thinking that Joanna is about to burst into song.
Does Joanna have a sister-seeking radar that will find Daphne without further instructions than “upstairs” in Collinwood? Or will she do a room by room search, or just go through the corridors shouting for Daphne?
How would the prosecution go about PROVING that the head they’re presenting is in fact the Legendary Head of Judah Zachery? There may be a sketch extant, but no handwriting samples… so unless the head can be coaxed into opening its eyes, it’s just any old random cranium. Could have bought it at Pier 1’s going out of business sale.
‘Barnabas cries, “Your honor, are we go through the ordeal of questioning this woman’s insanity?”’ Barnabas has a point. The simple act of appearing Dark Shadows establishes beyond peradventure of a doubt that a character is fully entitled to all the rights and privileges accorded to the insane, and is therefore eligible to testify in this uniquely preposterous trial.
Gee, rather harsh on Lee Beery. You have to admit that she is a beautiful woman Danny, and apparently does have acting chops. Keith Prentice, on the other hand………….. Yikes.
Is there something in the genetic makeup of the Mills girls that allow them to go from ghost to fully corporeal? First (or later, since it happens in 1970) Daphne is resurrected and now Joanna! Julia needs some blood samples from these two.
Also, can we talk about how Quentin’s Stupid is really spiraling here? She shows up and trills about her great love and nightengales and gardens in moonlight or whatever, and Quentin, who knows she is his best for not having his freakin’ head chopped off, tries to have The Breakup Talk with her right then and there.
Dude. DUDE. I get you feel bad about her big shining eyes and longing gaze, but she hasn’t testified yet. Testimony FIRST, breakup later! I know that’s cold and all, but it’s not like any version of Quentin hasn’t done worse for less reason any day of the week and twice on Sundays. This is not the moment to feel bad about your rat-bastardhood.
After suffering through John Beal as Judge Bobblehead, I no longer think Addison Powell is the Worst Actor in Dark Shadows History.