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The video itself - so bad, so good.

As soon as Steiger gave the ghastly details of his discovery, I saw the face of Tim Robbins superimposed over the scene. The storyline has morphed quite nicely over time.

Being a victim of power-mad-sociopaths posing as directors, cruel bosses, calculating women, lying politicians, greedy family members and yes, even my own thankless cat, I found no fault in the least, when considering the character portrayals herein -- not until my fellow IA members so harshly condemned them.

I was there when this whole TeeVee Hullabaloo was finding it's balance and am a fan of it's early attempts to sell watch bands and the like by inserting 'filler' between the commercials of such high caliber.

These exaggerated presentations bring back such memories -- thank the Blessed Virgin Mary -- they kept my mother from bitching about the lack of powerful sedatives for a brief, restful, bucolic moment. When she was aware of her surrounding enough to realize she was out of bed, hell awaited us unless she could be waylaid with something shiny, something loud, movement, perhaps a fire on the stovetop...

The only one falling short in their duties as a wildly gesticulating distraction mechanism, in this early representation of the propaganda machine sputtering to life, was the young Mr. Dean.

May the Jacob's Ladder concept rise again and may those breathing life into it, resist the urge to ruin it with a happy ending, as these fledgling pioneers were made to.

A valiant effort, no less.

This is one of the "Tales" I hadn't seen and it's kinda overly-dramatic but that's compared to current tastes. This was TV and it tended to over-do something for emphasis.

For awhile there she almost seemed to be more fun, but like the meth-addicts today it begins to wear. The constant drama gets thin.

As a biology major taking advanced organic chemistry in college I could swear I've met her before, but the guy who was her actual husband drank so much cheap vodka (physics major) that he would be better at this part than her. Now that I look back I'm glad I didn't stay at UCSB, these people were everywhere!

The Tales of Tomorrow were pretty good for their time but nowhere as good as the Quatermass series.

Season 2, episode 35.
Original air date: 1 May 1953.
Scientist perfects a chemical unleashing the beast within, but before he can create an antidote, his neglected wife accidentally is dosed when he has to rush a batch home to keep it refrigerated.
Cast: James Dean (Ralph), Margaret Phillips (Anne) and Rod Steiger (Peter).
From IMDB.

With a cast of only three, and one of those three speaking only 12 sentences, it's clear why only Margaret Phillips is credited in this performance. It is essentially her solo showcase (with support from Rod Steiger) though, ironically, each cast member's current fame is inversely proportional to the size of his/her role in this episode.

The story, like some other 50's sci-fi, can be seen as a covert slam at the era's stifling pretensions and conformity. After a hit of drugs, the Stepford Wife loses her grip on the Saturday Evening Post, ditches classical music for Da Blooz, and is hankering for a little wiggle and squirm. Her Evil Within looks a lot like Jungle Fever.

Her new persona is far more familiar to the contemporary viewer: The Bitch (though a rather tame one, by today's standards). The Bitch hasn't seen Rod Steiger do Al Capone yet, so she isn't as terrified of him as we are. She's spouting her lines in the classical grand enunciation of Bette Davis or Katherine Hepburn. Meanwhile Steiger is loose and edgy in his method acting - and that conflict adds to the scenes' tension. But "Kid, this ain't your night". Coulda been a contender but the director took a dive. We rarely see Steiger close up. James Dean's opening three lines (25% of his role!) are delivered while hidden behind a frantic caged monkey. The intent may have been symbolism, but the result looked like a blooper (or sabotage: throwing a monkey wrench in the works).

Still, Rod Steiger fans (and who isn't??) won't want to miss this. James Dean fans are likely to be disappointed. But eveyone can enjoy Margaret Phillips as The Bitch.

What a waste of 30 minutes of my life! And people bad-mouth soap operas of the day. The acting on daytime in the 50's was LEAGUES better than this tripe. Even James Dean could not add any zest. Notice how JD keeps knocking over bottles and grins afterward as if he's about to crack up.

A neglected housewife ingests some tainted pie, changes from Jekyll to Hyde and sets out to destroy her workaholic husband. Definitely worth a look!

Margaret Phillips as Anne
Rod Steiger as Peter
James Dean as Ralph