The Svengoolie TV show movie next Saturday will be “Invaders from Mars” released in 1953 and it triggered some memories. One of them is when I was a little kid. I think I saw parts of it on TV while I was supposed to be down for a nap. I recall seeing these burly guys in green body suits trotting stiff-legged through tunnels. Their gait is something I can’t forget—no matter how hard I try. For a long time, I thought I had just been dreaming. But I’m pretty sure the nightmare was real because when we saw the movie last year on the Svengoolie show, those Martians looked familiar.
The other memory is of a TV public service announcement (PSA) commercial in the early 1970s. I managed to find a YouTube of it that reminded me of the leader of the Martians. He was in a clear globe and the green guys carried him around. He was just a head with tentacles. He was the leader and was very much ahead of his assistants in an evolutionary sense. At least I think that was the idea. He was basically the brains of the extraterrestrial population. He did all the thinking and planning—but he was stuck in this globe.
Anyway, the commercial is from 1971 and it’s a PSA from the President’s Council on Physical Fitness and Sports. The commercial shows how we’d be by the year 2000 if we didn’t shape up, literally. Richard Nixon was President; during his presidency Apollo 11 landed on the moon—and he resigned from office because of the Watergate scandal. Anyway, food for thought for the upcoming film, “Invaders from Mars,” which probably has a message about leadership.
We’ve lived in the Iowa City area for over 37 years and never heard of the Brain Rock until today. I don’t know how we ever missed it. It’s a work of art called Ridge and Furrow created by artist Peter Randall-Page, a world-famous artist from the United Kingdom.
It’s been called the Brain Rock for obvious reasons because the stone has what you might call gyri and sulci all over its surface. It has recently been relocated from the T. Anne Cleary walkway outside the Pomerantz Career Center to the Medical Education and Research Facility (MERF).
As Randall-Page says, if you trace the line from one side of the sculpture you can follow it to its end on the—far side of the rock, I guess you’d call it.
The other interesting thing about the Brain Rock is that a couple of intoxicated college students urinated on it back in November of 2021. No mention of whether they were trying to trace the furrow. Maybe they’d heard of the urinating sculpture and fountain called Piss in Prague.
So, this movie ‘Frankenstein Meets the Space Monster” is high in cheese content and don’t expect to see the Frankenstein made famous by Boris Karloff. It was released in 1965 and directed by Soupy Sales, no wait, it was Robert Gaffney. Marilyn Hanold played the big female lead, Marcuzan, the amazonian leader who looks nothing like the male Martians, one of whom, Dr. Nadir (played by Lou Cotell), reminds me of Yoda.
Seriously this Nadir to take we are? Fits him the name because at the lowest level his quality is! Hmmmm?
In fact, all the male Martians sort of remind me of Yoda. Marcuzan doesn’t resemble any of them. Other cast members include Jim Karen as Dr. Adam Steele, Nancy Marshall as Karen Grant, David Kerman as General Bowers, and Robert Reilly as Col. Frank Saunders, the android astronaut. You can watch the movie on the Internet Archive, but you’ll miss Svengoolie’s cornball jokes and commentary.
The gist of the story is that the Martians (who are never identified as such, by the way) lost an atomic war and somehow all the females on the planet got wiped out. So Marcuzan and Nadir and a bunch of Martians take off for earth to round up new females to repopulate Mars.
At the same time, scientists on earth have built an android named Frank who is test-driving a brand-spanking new NASA space capsule. Nadir boy and the gang shoot it down over Puerto Rico. Frank gets shot in the brain and goes off his nut, which can’t be screwed back on because none of the Martian repairmen know how to use the metric system in order to select the right size socket wrench.
Marcuzan and Nadir and the gang and Frank all cause mayhem in Puerto Rico. It’s kind of like parallel play until the Martians hustle out their hairy monster champion, called Mull, to thumb wrestle Frank and settle the matter. Guess which one is Frankenstein? That’s right—Marcuzan!
Anyway, if you’re looking for production value, you’re barking up the wrong tree. This is about extreme campiness, which is exaggeration and purposeful emphasis on bad taste. Even though the producers wanted a serious science fiction/horror film, according to Svengoolie and one of the original screenwriters who is still teaching at Hollins University in Roanoke, Virgina, the goal was to make a wild parody of the genre. While the producers insisted on the straight version, somehow the screenwriters obviously prevailed.
That explains the obviously botched makeup jobs, the stock footage making up 65% of the scenes, and the comical and jarringly timed soundtrack. One song called “That’s the Way It’s Got to Be,” done by The Poets seems like a sort of anthem for the movie’s real aim. In other words, don’t complain about the lack of production value because it’s a parody, hence (all together now), that’s the way it’s got to be.
The Martians used a weapon that was a popular toy for a short time, the Wham-O Air Blaster. It could shoot air 40 feet and was banned after the blast ruptured a kid’s eardrum.
Early on in the movie, right after Frank the android gets bunged up after being shot down by the Martians, he ends up looking like he’s got a couple of tubes hanging and bouncing around off his chest for the rest of the movie, so I couldn’t help thinking of him by the nickname “Tubular Teats.”
And for some reason this gets connected to the scenes of the bikini-clad women being rounded up for a weird technical assessment (reminiscent of a sliding cat scan table) of their suitability for repopulating the female population back on Mars. The women obligingly assist the Martians who lift them onto the table. This is bizarre considering the fate for some of them.
Anyway, I have to rate “Frankenstein Meets the Space Monster” using a different standard from that which was used by some to rate it as pretty high up on the list of the 50 Worst Movies Ever Made. That’s because I think it’s a parody and therefore not comparable to a serious science fiction/horror flick—because that’s the way it’s got to be!
I got a big kick out of the Big Mo Blues Show last night. And the Big Mo Pod Show this morning was another great teaching session by John Heim aka Big Mo.
It’s also another peek into the lives of blues and rock musicians which would appeal to the headshrinkers in the listening audience, including me. Coincidentally, on the shout-outs part of the show, Big Mo announced somebody he called “Dr. Jim, the shrink.” There are probably a lot of guys who could fit that moniker, not just me.
Anyway, one of the artists listed on the pod show included James Booker who played a piano piece entitled “Junco Partner.” It turns out Booker was in and out of jail and struggled with substance use disorder. He eked out a living from tips playing piano in bars.
The highlight of the pod show was Big Mo’s history of Howlin’ Wolf (Chester Burnett) who is well known for his song “Smokestack Lightnin.” As I usually like to do, I glanced at the web articles on sites with biographical information about Burnett, although I’m unable to curate them for accuracy. So, I checked the Britannica website entry. There are different versions of the story about what “Smokestack Lightnin” means. As near as a I can tell, I think Big Mo’s explanation is probably as accurate as you can get. There are web articles that claim Burnett said it was about train engine sparks blowing out of the stack.
Interestingly, Burnett formed a group that included another artist on the pod show, Little Junior Parker, whom I knew nothing about and as it turns out, neither did Big Mo. The question posed by Producer Noah was about how he got his name. Did “Little” mean there was a senior Parker? The African American Registry entry doesn’t shed any light on it. But both Burnett and Parker were inducted into the blues hall of fame. Burnett was also inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame.
Just a smidgeon of trivia on Little Junior Parker’s song “Look on Yonders Wall.” I know that other artists have recorded this song. Elmore James is one of them and I happen to still have a copy of the CD, Elmore James, Shake Your Money Maker, Best of the Fire Sessions, released in 1960 (I didn’t buy it in 1960). It’s just an odd thing that you can find on the web a YouTube version of that, the title of which has an odd note, “Wrong Lyrics.” It has the lyric “look on yonders wall, hand me down my precious cane” instead of “walkin’ cane.” I’m unsure if it’s legit. And the words of the title are “Look on Yonder Wall” instead of “Look on Yonders Wall” although I think I can hear Elmore James sing “yonders.”
Now, one of the most interesting parts of the blues show last night was not something on the pod show today. I think it was during the last half hour of the blues show. I heard a rock and roll song I’d never heard of and I don’t know how I missed it because it was during my wasted youth when I was listening to similar songs at the time. It was released in 1975. It was the song “Green Grass and High Tides” by The Outlaws. I was absolutely open-mouthed thunderstruck by the guitar licks. One bit of trivia is that the song title is very similar to the title of an album released in 1966 by the Rolling Stones, “High Tide and Green Grass.” There’s no song with that title ever done by the Rolling Stones, it’s just the name of their album.
Sena got a measles vaccine booster today just to be on the safe side given the increase in the number of measles cases all over the country, including Iowa.
The history of the measles vaccine is fascinating by the way. It can make it challenging to figure out who might need a booster.
Despite the mild headache from the shot—she won our cribbage match again. She will not be defeated!
Sena after measles vaccine boosterSena wins cribbage match again!
This is an update to my post from lasts night on Ray Bradbury’s short story, “I See You Never.” My wife, Sena, happened to mention the naturalization process in the U.S. today.
In fact, we both saw the televised naturalization ceremony at the Iowa State Fair of 2024. During that ceremony, 47 children became citizens. In fact, the U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services has held a celebratory naturalization ceremony at the Iowa State Fair for at least the last ten years.
There was just such a ceremony last month of 69 immigrants at the University of Northern Iowa.
I had a quick peek at the U.S. citizenship and civics test questions and I’m pretty sure I would have a lot of trouble passing it. I’d probably get shipped back to Mars—which Ray Bradbury wrote a lot about.
The naturalization process isn’t easy. Under federal law, you have to live here in the U.S. at least five years as a lawful permanent resident to be eligible for naturalization, three years if you’re the spouse of a U.S. citizen. You have to learn the language. Many other countries have a similar naturalization process.
There’s no exact number of the USCIS naturalization ceremonies per year, but 818,500 took part in 2024.
Many of those who go through the naturalization process think it’s unfair for others to bypass it by getting into the country by other means.
So, I guess that’s the other side of the short story—the one Ray Bradbury probably didn’t write.
I know that what I’m writing here this evening is going to sound foolishly sentimental and maybe even a little spooky, but I was struck by this weird experience I had tonight. It was just a little odd and too fortuitous. I’m not going to talk at any length about the politics of it, just the strangeness.
We have these two books by Ray Bradbury, and when I was a kid, I loved his science fiction stories. I read many of them, but never like the one I read tonight.
The way this started was I was looking for something to do. I thought about watching old reruns of The Red Green Show on YouTube, which always struck me as funny when I watched them long ago. I still do, but couldn’t get into it tonight.
I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels which, as always, were reruns. I was not even interested in the X-Files reruns and I’m a fan. And I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing any more in-your-face commercials about total body deodorant.
So, I picked up the hefty paperback of a big collection of a hundred of Ray Bradbury’s short stories, entitled oddly enough, “Bradbury Stories.” I just opened up the book with no particular story in mind and it fell open right to one I’d never read before, “I See you Never.”
It’s all of 3 pages long and it’s about a Mexican immigrant named Mr. Ramirez. He’s been brought by the police to the front door of the rooming house where he’s been living on a temporary visa, which has been revoked. He’s just there to say goodbye to his landlady. He’s being deported and has this sad conversation with her on the doorstep. He just keeps telling her in broken English, “I see you never.” The landlady, Mrs. O’Brian (no accident she has an Irish name, of course) just says repeatedly that he’s been a good tenant and that she’s sorry. Then he leaves with the police. She goes back inside and can’t finish her dinner with her family and realizes she’ll never see Mr. Ramirez again.
There’s a much better summary and analysis than mine written by a professional reviewer. This story was published back in 1947 and is set in the historical context of post WWII America.
I hate politics, and I’m not going to say anything specific about how this little story struck me with its irony given what’s going on this country right now. I was just looking for a little science fiction distraction and instead got irony. I didn’t go looking for this and I’ll be brutally frank—I actively avoid political news and I hate like hell to get reminded of it every day. All I did was open a damn book. I wish I had never seen this story.
I guess maybe that’s what I get for my avoidant approach to certain things. How’s that for a Mental Health Awareness month event?
I watched the Svengoolie movie, “It Came from Outer Space” last night. I’m sure I’ll recover someday. Until then, I’ll have to do my best to write about it. Ray Bradbury actually wrote what’s called the film treatment for the story and Harry Essex wrote the screenplay. I gather there’s a difference between the two, but don’t ask me what it is. So, it’s helpful to know that real movie reviewers also noticed what I noticed, which is that the dialogue has a distinctive literary quality. I’m a Ray Bradbury fan from way back in my youth when they were still using stone tablets to write on. But even I noticed the tone and language were more elevated than what I usually see on the Svengoolie TV show.
Kudos to the movie reviewer who mentioned the literary quality of the dialogue, which in my opinion also are reminiscent of Ray Bradbury:
Interestingly, this blogger’s review says that Bradbury was unhappy with the result of the production.
The other blogger/reviewer had similar remarks, but it was his About post comments which caught my interest, in which his remarks about Svengoolie’s schlocky films on the show are right on target. On the other hand, he likes this movie. He also mentions that Bradbury got fired after getting paid $2,000 for writing the treatment. I’m not clear on why he was fired:
Anyway, I agree with both reviewers that “It Came from Outer Space” is different from most space invaders films in that the extraterrestrials didn’t actually invade Earth. In fact, they had a malfunction in their spacecraft and accidentally crashed here. They were actually headed for somewhere else, possibly Milliways, the restaurant at the end of the universe (“The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe” by Douglas Adams). They took the form of earthlings so they could get around without being noticed.
That doesn’t actually work because, although they looked like us, they talked in a monotone and had blank, unblinking stares. And they crashed here, indicating the same kind of inability to drive that reminded me of the Roswell incident back in 1947 (only a few years before this movie was released) in which a UFO crashed in New Mexico.
The one thing that struck me was that, in the movie, the extraterrestrials not only couldn’t drive their spacecraft, their main goal after crashing was to fix their busted vehicle. Apparently, in their human disguises they had to go to Lowe’s Hardware to buy replacement electrical parts.
So, these extremely advanced creatures who mastered interstellar travel can get electrical parts in a 1950s era hardware store? “Excuse me, can you get me 4,000 gray toggle switches with matching cover plates—and a voltmeter?”
The spaceship carrying the lost creatures looked like a meteor as it crash-landed and again when it took off after it was fixed. Although you can find a Wikpedia article about this movie that, at the very top, links to another which claims that Bradbury published the film treatment as a book, the rest of the article denies that ever happened. I suppose some people are still looking for it, just like those still looking for the Roswell ET bodies.
We listened to the Big Mo Blues Show last night on KCCK radio 88.3. It was recorded and we noticed that he sounded younger for some reason. Once he remarked that things were difficult because of having to “shelter in place.” The format of the show was different from usual.
That made me wonder if the show was recorded sometime during the Covid pandemic. I’ve been listening to Big Mo for a long time. John Heim, aka Big Mo, been doing the Friday Blues show since about 2005, according to one news story. Another KCCK legend, Bob DeForest, has been doing the Saturday night blues show for over 30 years now.
John Heim, aka Big Mo is still going strong. I think I’ve been listening to his show for about as long as he’s been doing it. He has come back strong since an accidental fall in 2018 in which he sustained a neck injury which led to a long rehab stint. But he’s back.
There have been interesting additions over time, like the Shout-Outs, the Concert Calendar, the Bodega Bay Weather Report, the Big Mo Pod Show in which he and producer Noah on Saturday discuss the music selections he made on Friday. The comedy bits have also been interesting, like MayRee’s hand-battered catfish (It’s better because it’s battered!).
Last night, we heard a couple of songs which we both liked. One of them was “She Don’t Live Around Here” by Samantha Fish. I heard it for the first time on the Big Mo Blues Show and just about every time I hear it, the hair on the back of my neck stands up. I’ve read that music will do that sometimes, although I can’t remember getting that sensation before.
We both liked Delbert McClinton’s rendition of “I’ve Got Dreams to Remember.” He’s had a huge career. Sena asked me if he’s still alive and I foolishly guessed that he died. Nope, he’s 84 years old and evidently still going strong.
I have a personal top ten songs, most of which I’ve heard on the Big Mo Blues Show. They’re not in any particular order. A few of them I like mainly because of the artist’s voice, like Samantha Fish and James Carr.
“She Don’t Live Around Here” Samantha Fish
“The Dark End of the Street” James Carr
“Everyday Will Be Like a Holiday” William Bell or Eric Clapton
“Lean On Me” Bill Withers or Keb Mo
“Mockingbird” Larkin Poe
“I’ve Got Dreams to Remember” Delbert McClinton (written by Otis Redding)
“You Were Never Mine” Delbert McClinton or Janiva Magness
“A Change is Gonna Come” Sam Cooke
“Over The Rainbow and What a Wonderful World” medley Israel Kamakawiwo’ole
“You Can’t Teach An Old Dog New Tricks” Seasick Steve
Lately, Big Mo has played Larkin Poe’s “Mockingbird” a fair number of times. I think one interpretation of it is that people’s sense of their identity tends to evolve over time. At different times in your life, you’ll take on a new voice, so to speak, which fits with the idea of the many songs the imitative Mockingbird sings.
Some songs I like because of the message, like “Lean On Me,” or “A Change is Gonna Come.” And I like the song “You Can’t Teach An Old Dog New Tricks” just because I identify with it. I realized that runs counter to the theme of many songs, which are often about change: people change, the times they are a’changing, and the like. So, my top ten song list will probably change, too.
I’ve been looking over some of the web articles on the Goldwater Rule, which is the APA Ethics Committee guideline enjoining any psychiatrist from making public psychiatric armchair diagnoses of public or political figures without a formal evaluation or permission to conduct one. It was originally made in 1973, years after Fact Magazine in 1964 sent out a questionnaire to psychiatrists asking for their public opinions about the mental stability of then candidate Barry Goldwater who was running for President against Lyndon B. Johnson. Many thought he was psychotic, although there was no evidence for that. Goldwater won a lawsuit against Fact Magazine, which led to the publisher going out of business. It was a big embarrassment for psychiatrists, which contributed to the creation of the Goldwater Rule.
Over the last few years and currently, many psychiatrists question whether the Goldwater Rule should be revised and abolished, making it permissible for psychiatrists who believe they have a duty to warn the public about political leaders they think might be a threat to national security, specifically President Donald Trump.
I’ve found a few articles on the web which helped me think about my own position about this. McLoughlin says the Goldwater Rule should change, but doesn’t tell us how. Glass calls the Goldwater Rule a “gag rule” and tells us why it should change. He resigned from the APA in protest. Ghaemi and others don’t agree on whether the Goldwater Rule should change, and one discussant says the rule only applies if you’re a member of the APA. Blotcky et al tell us how it could change, using sample conversations between reporters and psychiatrists.
I lean toward Blotcky et al. In fact, the final paragraph gives psychiatrists another way to express their opinions to the public. They can give them as private citizens without calling them professional judgments—which is their right.
On the other hand, if you want to know about my psychiatric interview of President Trump, you can see it below.
Mr. President, you have signed an affidavit allowing me to conduct a thorough psychiatric assessment today.
Yes, Dr. Amos, that’s correct.
Can you tell me why an Autopen was used to sign it?
I decline to answer that question on the grounds it may incriminate me.
Have you ever undergone a psychiatric assessment before?
Yes, but I had to fire her when she started asking questions about tariffs.
Very well, then. Can you tell me a little about your childhood?
It was perfect—as long as the other kids paid their tariffs.
Oh. Was there ever a time in your life marked by any problems with having access to the basic necessities of life?
Well, there was one thing. Water pressure was sometimes low, which is why I just wrote an Executive Order ensuring that low water pressure in faucets and showerheads will never again in my lifetime or yours be a problem. Make American Faucets Gush Again (MAFGA).
Thanks, I’m sure. Tell me, how would you typically go about solving an interpersonal conflict between you and others?
Raise tariffs by 300%.
I see. How about talking to people with whom you disagree?
I would say, “You’re fired.”
Would you try anything else first?
I would try tariffs.
Well, I think we’re done here. Thank you for your time, Mr. President.
Of course, this was satire.
References:
McLoughlin A. The Goldwater Rule: a bastion of a bygone era? Hist Psychiatry. 2022 Mar;33(1):87-94. doi: 10.1177/0957154X211062513. Epub 2021 Dec 20. PMID: 34930051; PMCID: PMC8886301.
Nassir Ghaemi, MD MPH.The Goldwater Rule and Presidential Mental Health: Pros and Cons – Medscape – Jun 07, 2017.
Glass, Leonard A. The Goldwater rule is broken. Here’s how to fix it. Stat News. June 28, 2018.
Blotcky, Alan D., PhD; Ronald W. Pies, MD; Moffic, H. Steven, MD. The Goldwater Rule Is Fine, if Refined. Here’s How to Do it. Psychiatric Times. January 6, 2022. Vol. 39, Issue 1
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