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Showing posts with label PBS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PBS. Show all posts
Friday, September 7, 2018
The Battle of Billy’s Pond (1976, Children’s Film Foundation)
Dead fish are popping up at the local fishing hole and grade schoolers Billy and Gobby are determined to find out why in “The Battle of Billy’s Pond” (1976), a Children’s Film Foundation (CFF) production I happened upon during “TV time” at my pre-school daycare in 1977.
The non-profit CFF produced hour-long children’s films for British television that would turn up on American PBS to fill time slots between regularly scheduled programs like Big Blue Marble, Powerhouse, Villa Alegre or Gettin' To Know Me (how’s that for name-dropping?)
Some of the more fantastic CFF films, such as “The Boy Who Turned Yellow” (1972), “The Glitterball” (1977) and “Sammy’s Super T-Shirt” (1978) have gone on to become cult favorites.
But “The Battle of Billy’s Pond”, based on an original story by Michael Abrams (hey, Battletruck!) and later adapted for novelization by Howard Thompson, is grounded in reality, presenting a still topical ecological message wrapped in an entertaining children’s mystery-adventure.
One element that really impressed me upon first viewing was that protagonists Billy and Gobby (a few years older than me at the time) enjoyed a freedom of movement I could only envy, roaming suburbia and its wooded rural surroundings (the film was shot entirely on location in Hertfordshire, England) on their bikes, completely unsupervised.
They were smart kids too, devising intelligent methods informed by science to solve their mystery, which begins when Billy (Ben Buckton), peering through the periscope of his gadget-loving friend Gobby (Andrew Ashby) discovers one dead fish floating below the surface of the pond he’s named after himself.
They bring the specimen home for dissection (because science!) but Billy’s cat has other ideas, snatching the fish away in its jaws. The cat is later found sick. Veterinarian’s diagnosis: chemical poisoning (don’t worry, it’s not that kind of movie… kitty makes a full recovery).
Suspecting someone is dumping chemicals at Billy’s Pond, they set up a network of cameras on trip-wires to capture the polluters at the scene.
Meanwhile, a mysterious tanker truck has been seen rolling through town, threatening to run the kids off the road on several occasions. The truck is filmed at angles obscuring the driver, emphasizing the size and noise of the mechanical monster in a way that reminds me of Spielberg’s “Duel”.
When the boys’ tripwire cameras fail to capture anything useful even though the number of dead fish are increasing, they wonder if the chemicals are being dumped somewhere upstream. But where? I’ve mentioned before, most mysteries are solved through diligent research, not traipsing around haunted houses, and this one is no different. To the library!
A geologic map of the area leads them to an underground stream passing through a nearby abandoned quarry, where they find the menacing tanker parked and being drained by men in protective biohazard suits. Case closed? Not quite. They still need to connect the quarry to the pond.
Gobby’s clever solution is to pour colored dye into the underground stream. Searching for the connecting pipeline, the kids explore a spooky maze of decrepit tunnels that evokes a haunted house (okay, so there is a little traipsing!) The scene becomes an action sequence when the chamber they are in suddenly floods with black polluted water and they must scramble to safety.
Days later, a cloud of Gobby’s green dye appears in the pond, proving connection to the quarry. But until the tanker can be positively identified, the police are reluctant to launch an investigation, especially one that might implicate prominent local chemical factory Con-Chem, manufacturer of “organic” Brezee laundry soap, whose utopian ads of children in white pajamas skipping through green pastures have been playing endlessly on television.
Armed with the latest in portable video technology (it only takes two people to carry!) and posing as student journalists, they blend in with a Con-Chem tour group. The sight of these kids bluffing entry right into Con-Chem headquarters inspired me to hatch a similar plan to con my way into the nearby movie theater, posing as a newspaper reporter or the like, to sneak a free showing of Pete’s Dragon (that plan, unfortunately, fizzled when I couldn’t find a convincing disguise, and also because I was too chicken to ever actually go through with it.)
On the tour, they spot the tanker-men and capture video of them arguing about money, but nothing incriminating enough to take to the police.
Determined to get hard evidence once and for all, they follow the tanker back to the quarry, only to be recognized by the men. One attempted kidnapping-turned-nail-biting foot-chase later, the police finally arrive just in time (the 49-minute mark!) to wrap everything up.
It’s never made clear just how deep the Con-Chem dumping scheme goes (were the tanker-men acting alone or just following orders?) but we won’t let that spoil our happy ending. A montage over the end credits shows local heroes Billy and Gobby posing for media photographers while the pond is dredged and restocked with healthy fishes.
I just love “The Battle of Billy’s Pond”.
Some CFF films from that era have been released to DVD (in PAL formatted discs that won’t work in American players), with “...Billy’s Pond” appearing on a 9-film, 3-disc set.
These screen caps came from YouTube.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
I Hate Christmas (Christmas Eve On Sesame Street, 1978)

The special was memorable for several reasons, first being that you finally get to find out what the bottom half of some of your favorite Sesame Street characters look like when they climb out from behind those little half-walls they're always standing behind for a game of ice hockey, using Bert's shoe as a puck...





I HATE CHRISTMAS
I can't think of anything that's dumber.
To a grouch, Christmas is a bummer.
Beaming faces everywhere,
happiness is in the air.
I'm telling you, it isn't fair!
I hate Christmas!
People loaded with good will,
giving presents, what a thrill
That slushy nonsense makes me ill
I hate Christmas!
I'd rather have a holiday
like normal grouches do
Instead of getting presents,
they take presents back from you!
Here comes Santa, girls and boys
So, who needs that big red noise!
I'll tell him where to put his toys.
I hate Christmas!
And if you want the truth, I ain't so crazy about Thanksgiving or Labor Day either!
Christmas carols to be sung,
decorations to be hung
Oh, yeah? Well, I stick out my tongue!
I hate Christmas!
Christmas bells play loud and strong
Hurts my ears, all that ding dong
Besides it goes on much too long
I hate Christmas!
I'd rather have a holiday
with a lot less joy and flash
With a lot less cheerful smiling,
and a lot more dirty trash, yeah!
Christmas Day is almost here
When it's over, then I cheer
I'm glad it's only once a year
I hate Christmas!
The special ends with the disturbing sight of a ruined Christmas tree, having been eaten bare by a ravenous Cookie Monster!

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Sunday, July 5, 2009
Voodoo Magic
It was around 5th or 6th grade that I became aware of James "The Amazing" Randi, the magician turned debunker who would appear on talk shows and PBS documentaries to challenge claims of psychic ability. I'm not sure which TV appearance it was that finally solidified him in my mind. It could have been this 1980 episode of "That's My Line", where he takes on James Hydrick, who claimed to be able to turn phone book pages and spin pencils using only his mind (and a little dose of contrived Eastern spirituality).

Randi became one of my first role-models. I loved the fact that he could perform astounding feats of magic, then turn around and demonstrate how a particular faith-healer or psychic medium was full of it.
Randi's 1982 book "Flim-Flam", purchased with allowance money.
However, prior to Randi, I was a true-believer in all things supernatural. Ghosts and spirits, good-luck charms, fortune-telling, Tarot cards, mind-reading, witchcraft and voodoo--I was convinced all these things were real. This was not the result of any personal experience...it was simply that I wanted to believe. These mysterious forces suggested a secret avenue of power , which might be available to an otherwise powerless class of people...children.
At this time, shows like That's Incredible and In Search Of presented the topic of spells and psychic powers as more or less decided science. Psychics like Uri Geller and others of his ilk were regularly appearing on talk shows and in documentaries, often unchallenged.

And there was a series of seemingly academic books called "A New Library of the Supernatural" which was advertised regularly on TV (Witches and Witchcraft, etc.)
So it's no wonder that prior to Randi, I found the idea of casting spells to be perfectly plausible, and tried it occasionally using whatever methods I pieced together from library books or pop-culture. I previously mentioned attempting a "headache spell" on a teacher using some symbols I saw in a dramatization of John Bellair's "The House With a Clock in It's Walls".
Another time I enlisted the help of a friend who thought she might be able to acquire a sword and a ram's horn to re-enact a ritual described in a story about witches from the book Monster Tales (note: she didn't end up delivering those items, but God bless her for trying!)
I would keep a notebook of whatever magic words and symbols I came across, which got me into a bit of trouble when my Dad found it while going through my papers and was appalled to find a death-spell that involved placing various ingredients into a miniature black coffin, to be left on the victim's doorstep.
Which leads me to "Voodoo Magic", a 1958 episode of Leave It To Beaver that I saw as a child in reruns, in which Beaver dabbles in the black arts. When I first saw this episode, I was just a little bit older than The Beaver, and given my own personal experiments with magic and curses, his predicament really resonated with me.
It starts with the Beaver and brother Wally borrowing some money so they can go to the movies with their friend Eddie Haskell. But mother June forbids Wally to take Beaver once its learned the picture they are planning to attend is "Voodoo Curse" (this despite Eddie's assurance that it's an educational film, as it was shot on location in Haiti). The kids agree to see a reissue of "Pinocchio" at another theater instead.
However, Eddie, in his typically devious fashion, goads the Cleavers into going to "Voodoo Curse" anyway, with the argument that it would be okay for the Beaver to take Wally, since mother only forbid Wally from taking Beaver.
The picture terrifies Beaver, who clings to Wally's sleeve as we hear dialogue from the film:
When their parents find out Beaver left his cap at the Globe theater, where "Voodoo Curse" was playing (and not at the other theater where they were supposed to be seeing "Pinocchio") Beaver and Wally are grounded for their deception.
Both kids agree that Eddie is to blame for luring them into lying to their parents.
The next morning, Beaver reveals his plan to fix Eddie. In a shoebox under his pillow is a makeshift voodoo doll.
"It's a voodoo curse just like in the picture. I stuck the pin in, in case the nail don't get him." In the midst of this allegedly lightweight comedy, I think it's important to note that based on his knowledge of voodoo from the film ("...you will sicken and die!"), Beaver must assume that his doll is actually going to kill Eddie Haskell!
The next morning, when Eddie doesn't come to school due to illness, Beaver assumes his doll is to blame. That evening he tries to undo his spell by removing the nail and pin.

"Eddie, please get well." Beaver pleads over the doll.
The next day Beaver visits Eddie at his home (arriving with a bouquet of flowers...what a little goof!) but as soon as they are alone, Eddie reveals that he's only faking his illness to get out of school.
Beaver is relieved, and confesses to Eddie about his voodoo doll, explaining where he put the pins.
"I don't like you very much, but I'd feel kind of bad if you died." Eddie doesn't believe any of this black magic nonsense, but is angered by Beaver's actions nonetheless, and orders him to leave. But with the idea of a voodoo curse now planted in his head, Eddie suddenly feels pain in his chest and stomache.
When Eddie's dad George confronts the Cleavers about his son's pain and the "black magic doll" that is causing it, it's the first that father Ward has heard of it.
When questioned about it, Beaver cheerfully produces the doll, leaving Ward speechless.
Ultimately, it takes a second magic spell to undo the first. Ward arms Beaver with the recipe for a supposed "voodoo curse remover", consisting of three worms from the backyard, four hairs from a dog's tail, six toadstools picked in the light of the moon, and two hairs from a small boys head, to be placed in a sack and passed over the victim six times.
Of course by now, Beaver is aware that there never was anything substantive to his voodoo curse and that the "curse remover" spell is a farcical bit of performance art. He has gone from black magic practitioner to flim-flam artist in just a few days.



However, prior to Randi, I was a true-believer in all things supernatural. Ghosts and spirits, good-luck charms, fortune-telling, Tarot cards, mind-reading, witchcraft and voodoo--I was convinced all these things were real. This was not the result of any personal experience...it was simply that I wanted to believe. These mysterious forces suggested a secret avenue of power , which might be available to an otherwise powerless class of people...children.
At this time, shows like That's Incredible and In Search Of presented the topic of spells and psychic powers as more or less decided science. Psychics like Uri Geller and others of his ilk were regularly appearing on talk shows and in documentaries, often unchallenged.




I would keep a notebook of whatever magic words and symbols I came across, which got me into a bit of trouble when my Dad found it while going through my papers and was appalled to find a death-spell that involved placing various ingredients into a miniature black coffin, to be left on the victim's doorstep.
Which leads me to "Voodoo Magic", a 1958 episode of Leave It To Beaver that I saw as a child in reruns, in which Beaver dabbles in the black arts. When I first saw this episode, I was just a little bit older than The Beaver, and given my own personal experiments with magic and curses, his predicament really resonated with me.

However, Eddie, in his typically devious fashion, goads the Cleavers into going to "Voodoo Curse" anyway, with the argument that it would be okay for the Beaver to take Wally, since mother only forbid Wally from taking Beaver.

"And now, powers of darkness and black voodoo magic, come to me. And as this pin pierces this image of my enemy, let it pierce his body, and bring to him the torture of slow death. And now, my enemy, you will feel pain. You will sicken and die!"


The next morning, Beaver reveals his plan to fix Eddie. In a shoebox under his pillow is a makeshift voodoo doll.




The next day Beaver visits Eddie at his home (arriving with a bouquet of flowers...what a little goof!) but as soon as they are alone, Eddie reveals that he's only faking his illness to get out of school.





Of course by now, Beaver is aware that there never was anything substantive to his voodoo curse and that the "curse remover" spell is a farcical bit of performance art. He has gone from black magic practitioner to flim-flam artist in just a few days.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
And finally, The Electric Company: The Blob!
From The Electric Company, episode #437 (originally broadcast December 24, 1974). Morgan Freeman returns once again as a Mad Scientist, trying to make a living blob out of "...protoplasm, ectoplasm, cytoplasm, and carrot juice!"



The so-called "Short Circus" singers follow-up with a song, "Here Comes the Blob" (an original song, not to be confused with the theme song from the 1958 film, "The Blob", performed by The Five Blobs, and written by Burt Bacharach.)









The Electric Company: Count Dracula...
From The Electric Company, episode #391 (originally broadcast October 21, 1974):



Morgan Freeman portrays The Count!







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