by Matthew R. Bradley
Creating a sequel is a tricky business that usually involves
walking a tightrope between being too similar to, and too different from, the
original; the latter concern is especially acute in television, where what is
different is regarded with deep-seated suspicion…until the next Twin Peaks or X-Files appears to spawn its host of imitations. Tellingly, the working title of The Night Strangler, The Time Killer, was supplanted with
something closer to the original, and its carefully selected airdate was less
than a week after the first anniversary of the night on which the original had
set new viewership records. In
this writer’s opinion, the worst that can be said of Strangler—which reunited Stalker’s
male leads and most of its crew—is that it hews too close to what came before.
Richard Matheson’s Strangler
script had another, less obvious antecedent, for while a family trip to
Seattle’s Underground City had inspired its setting, he has recalled a meeting
at which he and a group of ABC executives had trouble deciding upon the nature
of its antagonist (e.g., vampire, werewolf). Matheson’s first choice was Jack the Ripper, who had come
Stateside and somehow retained his youth, but the writer shifted gears out of
deference to his friend Robert Bloch, whose “Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper” appeared
in Weird Tales in July 1943. Yet a cursory comparison between Strangler and Barré Lyndon’s 1961 Thriller adaptation of Bloch’s classic reveals
that in all but name, Dr. Richard Malcolm is
the Ripper, who then kicked off the weekly Kolchak series.
The very sense of déjà
vu that Matheson himself acknowledges in Kolchak’s Strangler narration is partly offset by another strong supporting
cast embodying Carl’s new friends (Jo Ann Pflug, so fondly remembered as Lt.
Dish in Robert Altman’s MASH; Wally
Cox, who died weeks after the film’s premiere) and foes (Richard Anderson, a Forbidden Planet veteran who later
played Oscar Goldman in two bionic series; Scott Brady, younger brother of
Lawrence Tierney). Two notable characters,
Hester Crabwell and Llewellyn Crossbinder, were actually repurposed from the
novel on which The Night Stalker was
based. It was finally published
under that title, piggybacking on the original’s success, and its author, Jeff
Rice, returned the compliment by novelizing Strangler.
The longer running time of Strangler’s 90-minute syndicated and home-video version allows for
some extra antics (if not, alas, the lost “Jimmy Stacks” footage accounting for
the unseen George Tobias’s presence in some cast lists). But this does not obscure the fact that
the main story beats from the original are repeated precisely, accompanied by
recycled Cobert themes, and my guess is that the 74-minute broadcast version played
even more like Stalker Redux. Sometimes they try too hard, as when Kolchak
expresses surprise that Schubert knows the word “vituperation,” even though the
police captain has shown himself in earlier confrontations to be a well-spoken,
albeit disagreeable, man; it’s an obvious attempt to recall Sheriff Butcher’s
“suffrage/sufferance” gaffe.
The key crewmember Strangler
did not carry over was John Llewellyn Moxey (who also helmed Matheson’s Ghost Story pilot, “The New House”);
producer Dan Curtis now had the confidence to assume the director’s chair,
where he remained for the rest of his various collaborations with Matheson. Both seemed to be on the same
wavelength, upping the humor quotient, and it could be argued that the somewhat
lighter tone formed the template for the weekly series that followed, sans Curtis or Matheson, yet perhaps
alienated those who preferred their Kolchak less tongue-in-cheek and more
fang-in-neck. As with the genesis
of Strangler itself, however, the
road from sequel to series was not as straightforward as it appeared to us
civilian viewers in that fall of ’74.
In the interim, plans were set in motion for a third Kolchak
TV-movie (and possible pilot), The Night
Killers; it should be noted, by the way, that although some erroneously
refer to the original Night Stalker
as a pilot, it was intended as no such thing at the time. With a profusion of irons in the fire,
Matheson recruited his friend William F. Nolan, a fellow author who worked with
Curtis on The Norliss Tapes, The Turn of the Screw, and the feature
film Burnt Offerings, among others. Their unproduced teleplay, eventually
published in Richard Matheson’s Kolchak
Scripts (edited by Mark Dawidziak), was one of several Matheson/Nolan script
collaborations that did not come to fruition, a conspicuous exception being the
Matheson-based Curtis telefilm Trilogy of
Terror.
Set in Honolulu, The
Night Killers had a premise far fresher in 1973 than it would be today,
with aliens using android lookalikes to replace politicians. Accounts differ as to why the project
was shelved (e.g., bad blood between Curtis and McGavin during the shooting of Strangler; concern on McGavin’s part
that the third script was too similar to the others) or how close it actually
got to being produced, but the bottom line was that except for stars McGavin
and Oakland, the series would be in new hands. Knowing that Curtis would not be involved, Matheson turned
down the post of story editor—as he had with Rod Serling’s second anthology
series, Night Gallery—and he and
Kolchak, whose screen character he had such a hand in shaping, went their
separate ways.
Matthew R. Bradley is the author of Richard Matheson on Screen, now in its third printing from McFarland, and the co-editor—with Stanley Wiater and Paul Stuve—of The Richard Matheson Companion (Gauntlet, 2008), revised and updated as The Twilight and Other Zones: The Dark Worlds of Richard Matheson (Citadel, 2009). Check out his blog, Bradley on Film.
Matthew R. Bradley is the author of Richard Matheson on Screen, now in its third printing from McFarland, and the co-editor—with Stanley Wiater and Paul Stuve—of The Richard Matheson Companion (Gauntlet, 2008), revised and updated as The Twilight and Other Zones: The Dark Worlds of Richard Matheson (Citadel, 2009). Check out his blog, Bradley on Film.
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ReplyDeleteVery interesting and well-written, as usual! To this day, I can't pull my glasses off my face in that certain way without flashing back to Oscar Goldman doing the same thing on The Six Million Dollar Man. The next words out of my mouth are inevitably, "Steve! Don't!" which shows just how badly my brain tends to malfunction.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jack. Also fun to note that what I presume was one of Anderson's few feature-film leads was in the genre entry CURSE OF THE FACELESS MAN, written by Jerome ("It's a Good Life") Bixby.
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