Law and Order: "Once Burned" (Dick Wolf Productions, Universal Television, NBC-TV, aired May 7, 2026)

by Mark Gabrish Conlan • Copyright © 2026 by Mark Gabrish Conlan • All rights reserved

Last night (Thursday, May 7) my husband Charles and I watched episodes in sequence of Law and Order, Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, and Inspector George Gently. The Law and Order show was “Once Burned,” and it begins with a sequence in which New York Fire Department Captain Clint Braddock (Chad Knorr), a 25-year department veteran who became a legend as one of the first responders on September 11, 2001, peremptorily ordering a younger firefighter away from a doorway in a burning apartment where the fire is sucking in smoke. Braddock barks out an explanation that that’s a backdraft and would suck his younger colleague into the burning room and incinerate him. The next see Braddock he's dead, killed by a Halligan (a common firefighting tool that looks like a pickaxe on one end and a hoe on the other) outside on the sidewalk. The investigating police, detectives Vincent Riley (Reid Scott) and Theo Walker (David Ajala), cycle through various red herrings, including a fellow firefighter named Steven Delvecchio (Max Cassella) whom Braddock had been friends with for decades until Braddock found out that Delvecchio was wrongly claiming money from the fund set up after 9/11 to compensate its victims and pay benefits to their families. The cops also investigate Braddock’s wife Candace (Catherine Eaton), from whom he’d filed for divorce just a week or so ago.

Ultimately the killer turns out to be [spoiler alert!] Diego Peralta (Bobby Soto), another firefighter and the man Braddock rescued from being burned alive in the opening scene. The two got into an argument when an elaborate necklace disappeared from the scene of a fire which Braddock’s company had worked, with Peralta as part of the crew. Because his own claim from the 9/11 compensation fund had been turned down after the insurance industry representatives determined that Braddock’s multiple sclerosis couldn’t be traced definitively to 9/11, Braddock first stole the valuable item to pay for his health-care treatments and then tried to frame Peralta for it, knowing that as a twice-convicted felon (first for assault and then for burglary) Peralta’s denials wouldn’t be believed. According to Peralta’s own account, Braddock got so worked up at Peralta he attacked him and Peralta killed him in self-defense. Peralta testifies to that effect at his murder trial and prosecutor Nolan Price (Hugh Dancy), though not convinced of Peralta’s innocence, has enough doubts about his guilt he considers dismissing the case. District attorney Nicholas Baxter (Tony Goldwyn) talks him out of it and Price delivers a cross-examination replete with photo evidence of the victim of Peralta’s assault. The jury finds Peralta guilty but the open-ended script by old Law and Order hands Art Alamo and Ajani Jackson and Michael Smith’s powerful direction leave us in considerable doubt as to whether justice was done. It’s the kind of thoughtful writing that has made Dick Wolf’s Law and Order shows my all-time favorite policiers.

Law and Order: Special Victims Unit: "Old Friends" (Dick Wolf Entertainment, Universal Television, NBC-TV, aired May 7, 2026)

by Mark Gabrish Conlan • Copyright © 2026 by Mark Gabrish Conlan • All rights reserved

After the Law and Order show on May 7, my husband Charles and I watched a Law and Order: Special Victims Unit program featuring an episode called “Old Friends,” in which the Manhattan Special Victims Unit detectives respond to a 911 call from a woman named Angela (Christina Brucato) who’s just awakened from a drink-induced slumber at an all-night party to celebrate the 20th anniversary of her college graduation. She’s stayed in touch with quite a lot of people she knew from her days at Columbia University, including the party’s host, Preston Winthrop (John Skelley), a spoiled-brat trust-fund kid with a long history of drinking, drug abuse, failed stints in rehab, and sexually obnoxious behavior towards women. The 911 call was occasioned by Angela’s discovery of her friend Nora Pontius (Izzie Steele) lying unconscious on the kitchen floor in a pool of her own blood. Usually, at least on Law and Order and other crime shows, that means the victim is a-goner, but thanks to Angela’s quick action a team of paramedics is able to get her to a hospital in time to save her life. Needless to say, she turns out to have been the victim of a sexual assault. Other people at the party were Ryan (Mishka Thébaud); Adam (James William O’Halloran), his wife Sophie (Julia Yorks) – who’s from the Bay Area, attended Stanford instead of Columbia, but was there only to make sure Adam didn’t get into anything extra-relational with any of the other women – and Josh Ortega (Benny Elledge), who because he was the only one of the gang who didn’t spend the night and who has the biggest chip on his shoulder of any of the attendees is clearly being set up by writer Justine Ferrara to be the prime red-herring suspect.

Though she was indefinitely suspended at the end of the previous week’s episode by an African-American woman chief of detectives who obviously hates her, Captain Olivia Benson (Mariska Hargitay) gets to investigate the case anyway after her suspension is itself suspended pending her appeal. (Ferrara drops a big hint in the middle of the show when she has Benson tell one of the detectives on her squad that after 25 years she’s no longer sure the Special Victims Unit is the right place for her. It’s possible Mariska Hargitay wants to move on with her life and is stepping down from the show; we’ll see in next week’s episode, which is the last of the current season.) Midway through the show, I turned to Charles and said I thought this was one of the weaker SVU’s for the simple reason that there was no one in the cast we actually liked. As it kept going, it kept reminding me of all those mysteries I’ve read in which the clue to the current crime was a secret concealed in one or more of the characters’ pasts, including the sub-genre invented (I think) by Ross Macdonald in The Galton Case in which the lead detective character has to solve a 20-year-old cold case to get the clue needed to figure out the more recent crime(s). But Ferrara was hardly at the level of Macdonald or other writers that have used this gimmick. It turns out that Josh Ortega stole a gold ring from Nora, but only because she owed him money. Adam and Nora had been having a long-term “friends with benefits” relationship, sneaking off together for casual sex whenever they had the opportunity, and they’d done so that night even though Adam’s wife Sophie (ya remember Sophie?) was in the same apartment at the same time. The real culprit turned out to be [spoiler alert!] Ryan, who’d had a long-standing and decidedly unrequited crush on Nora from their college days to the present. He found her in an unconscious state and took advantage of it to rape her. After the excellence of the Law and Order episode that had preceded it, this one really rubbed me the wrong way and made me felt slimy not only for having watched it myself but having subjected Charles to it.

Inspector George Gently: "The Burning Man" (Company Pictures, Element Pictures, All3 Media, GBH, PBS, aired July 13, 2008)

by Mark Gabrish Conlan • Copyright © 2026 by Mark Gabrish Conlan • All rights reserved

Later in the evening (Thursday, May 7) I switched channels from NBC to PBS to catch a rerun of Inspector George Gently, a BBC-TV policier that ran from 2008 to 2017. Its central character, Detective Chief Inspector George Gently (Martin Shaw), was a crabby middle-aged man who as the series began had just suffered two big-time blows, one personal and one professional. The personal blow was the death of his wife at the hands of one of the criminals he’d been after, and the professional one was losing his prestigious job at New Scotland Yard in London and being reassigned to the small town of Durham in Northumberland in the north of England. Gently’s new professional partner is Detective Sergeant John Bacchus (Lee Ingleby), who in 1964 (when the series was set at first) is wearing his hair Beatle-length (as I’ve noted in previous entries in the series, he’d have been good casting, at least visually, for a biopic of John Lennon) but other than that is a quite stuck-up conservative personally, if not politically, The Gently character was created by author Alan Hunter and brought to the small screen by Peter Flannery, who’s listed as the show’s creator and also wrote this particular episode, “The Burning Man.” Only the second episode of the series, “The Burning Man” begins with Gently and Bacchus finding the corpse of a man that has not only been killed (with a single gunshot to the forehead) but soaked in a flammable liquid so he would be burned beyond immediate recognition. The only clue as to his identity is a gold ring which he swallowed just before he was killed, and emerged intact even though the rest of his body was utterly consumed and only his skeleton remained. The ring has an inscription to “Wanda,” and the cops trace it to Wanda Lane (Pooky Quesnel), a barmaid at a local tavern called The Rook.

The Rook markets itself to the local Irish community, including hosting bands playing traditional Irish folk music (with, shall we say, more enthusiasm than talent) and playing host to various operatives with the Provisional Irish Republican Army (IRA). The show’s 1964 setting puts it well ahead of the so-called “Time of Troubles” which rocked the Six Counties of Northern Ireland, which stayed part of the United Kingdom along with England, Scotland, and Wales after the remaining 26 Irish counties at last gained independence, but the seeds of doubt are already brewing. Gently and Bacchus find themselves investigating two cases at once: the murder of the burned-out mystery corpse and the disappearance of O’Shaughnessy (Deka Walmsley), a middle-aged man whose (barely) adult daughter Carmel (Charlotte Riley) is looking for him and entreating the police to take more care of the case than they might otherwise. Their task is complicated by the appearance of Empton (Robert Glenister) from London’s Special Branch, which as its Wikipedia page explains “was a unit of London's Metropolitan Police formed in March 1883 to combat the Irish Republican Brotherhood. The name became Special Branch [it was originally Special Irish Branch] as the unit's remit widened to include more than just Irish Republican-related counter-espionage.” When he’s not trying to recruit John Bacchus to leave the police force in Durham and join the Special Branch, Empton is pushing his weight around and getting in the way of the investigation big-time. Eventually we learn – or think we learn – that the burned-out corpse was Ruairi O’Connell (Finbar Lynch), a gunman for the IRA. O’Connell was having a casual sexual affair with Wanda, who is, shall we say, quite free with her affections (at one point she tries to seduce Gently and even undresses to her underwear, but Gently, whose only interest in her is to take her down to the police station and get her information, calmly tells her to put her clothes back on so he can do that).

The true villain of the piece turns out to be Doyle (John Kavanagh), who runs a local trucking company for which O’Connell drove.Through an inside connection at the local British military base, O’Connell had acquired a large collection of guns which he intended to smuggle into Northern Ireland to continue the struggle for full Irish independence. Only O’Connell had been recruited by Empton as an informer, and his murder was an IRA execution as revenge for his having given Empton the names of his colleagues. O’Shaughnessy is in turn killed by a hit squad led by Doyle as Gently, Bacchus, and O’Shaughnessy’s daughter Carmel look on helplessly. Ultimately Empton turns out to be one of the piece’s villains, willing to let the shipment of stolen guns make its way to the IRA in exchange for having Doyle, who’s really his agent, win a place on the IRA’s governing council so Empton can gain intelligence on the group from the source. In the end Doyle is picked off by a well-aimed shot from Gently as he’s attempting to save himself by holding Wanda Lane hostage, Empton is disgraced, and fortunately both the women we’ve come to like, Wanda and Carmel, are alive at the end (though we get the impression Wanda has been chastened by the experience and won’t be anywhere nearly as man-hungry as she was before). I like Inspector George Gently because it almost totally lacks the campy levity of a lot of the other British policiers, especially the ones like Midsomer Murders set in central England instead of London, Manchester, or Liverpool. Instead it virtually qualified as neo-noir, and I particularly liked this episode because it had a political background but luckily didn’t hit us over the head with it.

X the Unknown (Sol Lesser Productions, Exclusive Films, Hammer Films, Warner Bros., 1956)

by Mark Gabrish Conlan • Copyright © 2026 by Mark Gabrish Conlan • All rights reserved

Last night (Wednesday, May 7) I showed my husband Charles a film I’d got in the same container as Four Sided Triangle: X the Unknown (the official poster had a three-dot ellipsis between “X” and “the,” but the film’s own opening credits did not), a strange little story by future Hammer director Jimmy Sangster about a menace, not from outer space this time, but from inside the Earth’s crust. As explained in the exposition by Dr. Adam Royston (Dean Jagger, an American actor imported to star in the film by producer Sol Lesser, a long-time Hollywood bottom-feeder who got his name on the copyright), as the earth’s crust expanded and took up more of the volume of the planet, agencies inside the crust started feeling squeezed and eventually rebelled, breaking open the crust in certain places to grab the energy they needed as their source of food. (Some critics at the time praised Sangster’s script as at least not being yet another tale of an alien invasion from outer space.) The film is set in Scotland, where the British army is doing tests to train their troops in the proper use of Geiger counters to detect underground radiation, only one of the servicemembers detects radiation in a location other than where the atomic materials have been planted as part of the exercise. The army orders the suspicious site cordoned off, but two young boys, Ian Osborn (Fraser Hines) and Willie Harding (Michael Brooks), investigate the site on a dare. Ian emerges unscathed but Willie is badly burned and eventually dies in the hospital of his wounds, much to the understandable displeasure of his parents Jack (Jameson Clark) and Vi (Jane Aird). Later the great whatsit kills a doctor in the hospital where the boy was being treated (when we saw his flesh literally melt on screen I joked to Charles, “Now this looks like a Hammer movie”). It also opens a deep fissure in the ground and kills two soldiers stationed outside the perimeter to guard it. Royston’s colleague Peter Elliott (William Lucas) volunteers to be lowered into the fissure to investigate it first-hand, taking a Geiger counter with him and saying he’ll asked to be raised out of the pit immediately once it starts registering radiation. He gets his (and our) first clue about the mysterious menace when an oddly animate patch of mud fastens itself to his hand. Royston and Elliott have a frosty relationship with Inspector “Mac” McGill (Leo McKern, who later played Clang, the High Priest of Kalili, in Help! and thus put the rest of the cast one degree of separation from The Beatles) of the local police. The cops insist on trying to blow up the monster while Royston says that it feeds on energy and therefore supplying it with more energy will only help it.

Ultimately the mud-monster emerges from its cave and starts menacing everyone in the vicinity in search of the radioactive cobalt core from a nearby nuclear reactor, which coincidentally has been removed as part of a shutdown of the reactor instituted by Royston. The scientists finally figure out a way to kill the thing using the cobalt core as a lure, on the theory that by bombarding it with out-of-synch radio waves they can neutralize it and keep it from feeding on the surrounding energy. Just as the scientists think they have killed it with their first explosion, it explodes a second time, leaving it uncertain at the film’s rather abrupt ending if they’ve really killed the whatsit or just put it to sleep for a while. I remembered that both Charles and I had seen this movie before because I’d joked about a sequel to it and even come up with a title: X2: Killer Mud Strikes Again! According to the film’s Wikipedia page, the originally assigned director was American expatriate and blacklist victim Joseph Losey, but he was let go when Dean Jagger refused to work with him, probably fearful for his own future if he made a film with a blacklisted director like Losey. Instead they assigned the film to Leslie Norman, best known as a comedy director for Ealing Studios and rather out of place in a science-fiction/horror film. The page also says that Sol Lesser had a deal to release the film in the U.S. through RKO, but at the time that studio was in its death throes during the three-year interregnum between Howard Hughes’s selling it in 1955 and its eventual closure three years later. During that time RKO seemed to be going through a corporate version of post-traumatic stress disorder, and by the time its owners bowed to the inevitable in 1958 they’d begun placing their unreleased films with other studios, mainly Warner Bros. and Columbia. X the Unknown ended up at Warners, which released it on a double bill with Hammer’s first foray into classical monster-movie making, The Curse of Frankenstein (1957). The page also explains that Hammer’s producer, Anthony Hinds, had originally wanted to call Dean Jagger’s character “Bernard Quatermass,” but the creator of the Quatermass character, Nigel Kneale, refused to give permission. There’s at least one other quirky credit in the film besides Leo McKern’s: Anthony Newley appears briefly as one of the servicemembers killed by the monster early on in the Hammer equivalent of a Star Trek “red shirt.” X the Unknown is an O.K. entry into the alien-monster sweepstakes, surprisingly dull for most of its running time (for which I’m inclined to blame Sangster rather than Norman) and with a woefully unscary monster. It’s basically the same concept as The Blob, made in the U.S. two years later, but The Blob, while no great shakes as a movie either, at least was made with a cheery awareness of its camp aspects that pretty much eluded the makers of X the Unknown.

Wagner: Götterdämmerung (Unitel, Bel Air Media, Berlin Staatsoper unter den Linden, ZDF, Arte, RBB, CNC, C Major, 2022)

by Mark Gabrish Conlan • Copyright © 2026 by Mark Gabrish Conlan • All rights reserved

Last night (Monday, May 4) my husband Charles and I watched Wagner’s Götterdämmerung, fourth installment in the tetralogy Der Ring des Nibelungen (“The Ring of the Nibelung”), in a frustrating staging by the Berlin Oper Under den Linden (the last part of the name refers to its location, and during the split of Germany between 1947 and 1990 it was in East Berlin) conducted by Christian Thielemann (after the original conductor, Daniel Barenboim, withdrew for health reasons – he is in his 80’s, after all!) and directed by Dmitri Tcherniakov. Dmitri Tcherniakov is a youngish (born 1970, which would make him 55) Russian stage director with a terrible reputation for making hash out of great operas. Among his problems as an opera director are an aversion to supernatural plot elements (which makes me wonder whose idea it was to have him direct Wagner’s Ring, which is full of supernatural plot elements!) and an acute allergy to anything resembling a special effect. Before watching this Ring as part of a Fanfare review assignment, I’d seen only one Tcherniakov production before, a Metropolitan Opera staging of Borodin’s Prince Igor from 2014 which I actually liked. I suspect one of the reasons I liked his Prince Igor is that, though he updated the story, he didn’t do so obtrusively. He also was working with a Russian opera, and he’s Russian, so he might have had a home-field advantage. It also helped that Prince Igor is an unfinished opera; Alexander Borodin was a chemical researcher by profession and composed as a hobby, and he didn’t have time to create a final shape for his opera before he died. The standard version of Prince Igor was created by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov and Alexander Glazunov after Borodin’s death based on the fragments he’d left behind and things he'd told them about his plans for the piece, and Tcherniakov took parts of the Prince Igor manuscript Rimsky-Korsakov and Glazunov hadn’t used in their version as well as some of Borodin’s instrumental music, notably a piece called “The River Don Floods,” to give the opera a more downbeat ending than the standard version’s.

Alas, in Wagner’s Ring Tchneriakov was working with a well-established text whose composer (who was also his own librettist) not only lived to finish it but actually directed the premiere. Tchnerniakov had the looney-tunes idea to stage the Ring in a giant medical research complex called E.S.C.H.E.; he never specified what the initials stood for but it was clearly a reference to the World-Ash Tree (“Esche” is the German word for “ash,” as in a species of tree) where the characters are being watched 24/7 by a group of mad researchers who manipulate them in ways designed to test their … well, Tchneriakov isn’t very specific as to who these people are or what they’re testing the subjects for. Götterdämmerung opens in the corridors of the establishment, where the three Norns, the Norse equivalents to the Fates in Greco-Roman mythology (Noa Beinart, Kristina Stanek, and Anna Samuil), are spinning the rope of destiny – only there is, of course, no rope. All the Norns are mobility-impaired; two are using canes (one has a four-legged extension so it can stand up, one doesn’t) and one has a portable chair that doubles as a walker. The Norns are watching Siegfried (Andreas Schager) and Brünnhilde (Anja Kampe), who united at the end of the immediately previous opera, Siegfried, in bed together, only Brünnhilde gets up before Siegfried does and starts making them coffee. Siegfried and Brünnhilde sing the so-called “Dawn Duet” in which she calls out to him to go forth and do new heroic deeds in her honor. Then they exchange presents: Siegfried gives Brünnhilde the Ring of the Nibelung and in exchange Brünnhilde gives Siegfried Grane, the magic flying horse she used to ride into battle during her days as a Valkyrie until she lost that job at the end of Die Walküre by siding with Siegfried’s father Siegmund (Robert Watson) in a duel over Sieglinde (Vida Miknevičiūtė), Siegmund’s long-lost twin sister as well as his girlfriend and Siegfried’s mother. Grane is one of Tcherniakov’s worst ideas; instead of either a real horse or a mock-up of same, he’s a plush toy horse less than a foot long, even though Siegfried and Brünnhilde pass it back and forth and address it as if it were a real horse either of them could ride. Then Siegfried takes off on the Rhine Journey, which Wagner composed as an instrumental interlude and Tchneriakov and his TV director, Andy Sommer, gave it to us as precisely that, shooting the orchestra in the pit rather than sticking some stupid visual sequence before our eyes.

He arrives at the castle of the Gibichungs, ruled by brother Gunther (Lauri Vasar) and his sister Gutrune (Mandy Fredrich) and their half-brother Hagen (the formidable Mika Kares, who’d already sung two roles in this Ring cycle before, as Fasolt the giant in Das Rheingold and Hunding, Sieglinde’s cuckolded husband, in Die Walküre). All three of the characters had Gibich’s wife Grimhilde as their mother, but whereas Gunther and Gutrune were sired by King Gibich, Hagen’s father was Alberich (Johannes Martin Kränzle in all three operas in which he appears), the dwarf who stole the Rhinegold from the Rhinemaidens in the first part and thereby set the entire plot in motion. Hagen has the idea that Siegfried would make a good husband for Gutrune and Brünnhilde an equally good wife for Gunther, only Gunther is too fearful to make it across the barrier of flames (which, of course, doesn’t exist in Tchneriakov’s production; the closest we get is a series of jagged red lines drawn with a scarlet Sharpie to suggest fire). So Siegfried agrees to use the Tarnhelm, the shape-shifting and teleportation device Alberich’s brother Mime (Stephan Rügamer) invented in Rheingold, to impersonate Gunther and kidnap Brünnhilde on his behalf. In Wagner’s original, Siegfried is induced to do this by being given a magic potion that makes him lose his memory and fall instantly in love with Gutrune, but in Tcheriakov’s rewrite the “potion” is an ordinary bottle (or series of bottles) of white wine and Siegfried is the only one of the party who doesn’t drink any – which makes his immediate forsaking of his vows to Brünnhilde and near-rape of Gutrune even more inexplicable than it was in Wagner’s original. I was also bothered by the way in which the characters smoked cigarettes; in Siegfried Siegfried smoked twice, once in the first act and once in the third, and in Götterdämmerung not only does Siegfried smoke, so do Gunther, Gutrune, and Hagen. This suggests that Tcherniakov has reset the story in the 1970’s, when it was still common for health-care workers to smoke on the job, but a later scene in which the characters all display modern-style cell phones marks it as 21st century.

There’s also a confrontation scene between Brünnhilde and her sister, fellow Valkyrie Waltraute (Violeta Urmana, one of the few people in this cast I’d heard of before; she played Aïda in a 2009 Met production that was telecast, and she did so quite well) in which Waltraute brings her up to speed on what’s been happening in Valhalla while Brünnhilde has been in exile. Apparently Wotan (Michael Volle), the head of the gods, has lost his will to live and has stopped eating the golden apples that make the gods immortal. Instead he’s ordered the world-ash tree to be chopped down and the twigs stacked around Valhalla waiting for a spark to start a conflagration and burn down Valhalla and all the gods with it. Waltraute wants Brünnhilde to give the ring back to the Rhinemaidens, Woglinde (Evelin Novak), Wellgunde (Natalia Skrycka), and Flosshilde (Anna Lapovskaya), from whom Alberich stole the gold to make it in Rheingold, in hopes that can lift the curse on it and get Wotan and the other gods interested in life again. But Brünnhilde refuses to part with the ring because it was Siegfried’s love token. Then Siegfried shows up in Gunther drag and kidnaps Brünnhilde. In Act II, Siegfried brings Brünnhilde back to Gibich Land, only Brünnhilde catches on that he’s betrayed her and immediately plots with Gunther and Hagen to kill him. They take the famous Oath on the Spear, which in this production is the Oath on a Bunch of Cell Phones. In Act III Siegfried is wandering around and meets the Rhinemaidens, though in Tcherniakov’s production this happens in the so-called “Stress Laboratory” where they work as nurses or something. They ask Siegfried to give them back the ring, but he refuses. Instead he keeps walking into a basketball court (in the immortal words of Anna Russell, who vividly parodied the Ring in one of her most famous routines, “I’m not making this up, you know!”) where Hagen is leading a game.

In Wagner’s original, Siegfried, Hagen,and the Gibichung vassals (Götterdämmerung is the only one of the Ring operas to contain a chorus, and they do the usual opera-chorus things, commenting on action we’ve just seen and therefore don’t need to have explained to us) are on an outdoor hunting trip, and Hagen first gives Siegfried an antidote to the potion he took in Act I that enables him to remember the whole story about how he killed Fafner the dragon (Peter Rose) and crossed the magic flames to rescue Brünnhilde. Then, just as Siegfried is remembering his whole backstory, Hagen kills him with a spear. In Tcherniakov’s production, once again Siegfried doesn’t drink the bottled water that supposedly contains the potion, and Hagen has no spear since he’s playing basketball (the team are wearing matching green polo shirts and dark blue shorts) instead of hunting. Just as I was beginning to wonder how Tcherniakov was going to have Hagen kill Siegfried, he had Hagen pick up a standard with a flag on the end of it and stab Siegfried in the back with it. (I wondered if Tcherniakov had got the idea from the use of flagstaffs as weapons by some of the January 6, 2021 rioters who staged an action at the Capitol in Washington, D.C. to keep Congress from certifying the 2020 election so Donald Trump could stay in power. Remember that this Ring was staged in 2022, during the Joe Biden interregnum between Donald Trump’s two Presidential terms.) Siegfried’s corpse gets put on a hospital gurney and pushed back from the basketball court to the stress laboratory next door. Gutrune gets her big mad scene as she anxiously awaits the return of her beloved Siegfried, not realizing until she actually sees his corpse that he’s been killed by her half-brother Hagen. Brünnhilde sings the famous Immolation Scene, which in Wagner’s original is supposed to set off a fire that spreads from the Gibichung territory to engulf all Valhalla and kill off the gods once and for all, only once again Tcherniakov, in one of his most stupid ideas, dispensed with a flame and had Brünnhilde survive the incident; as the orchestra plays the grand postlude that was supposed to accompany the fire that took out Valhalla and the gods, she stands stage center as the text for one of the earlier versions of the Immolation Scene scrolls behind her. Wagner actually wrote no fewer than seven versions of the text for this scene as his philosophical views grew and changed, and the version Tcherniakov picked for his big crawl was the one in which Brünnhilde said, “I saw the world end.” Then the white text on a black background crumbles into dust and blows away, in what Tcherniakov with his fabled allergy to special effects came as close as he was going to get to one.

Götterdämmerung is a schizoid opera anyway because Wagner wrote the text over two decades before he composed the music. He originally planned it in 1848 as a stand-alone work called Siegfrieds Tod (“Siegfried’s Death”), and had it not been for his involvement in the 1848 Dresden revolution he probably would have composed it right after Lohengrin and in much the same style. When the revolution failed Wagner had literally to flee for his life; he spent the next 16 years mostly in Switzerland and decided that Siegfrieds Tod needed a prologue, Der junge Siegfried (“Young Siegfried”), to explain how Siegfried came into the world in the first place. Then he decided that needed another prelude to explain how Siegfried’s parents, Siegmund and Sieglinde, got together and conceived him. Finally he decided he needed a prologue to the whole work to explain who Wotan and the gods were, who Alberich was, and all about the Rhinegold and the Rhinemaidens who had custody of it until Alberich stole it, renounced love, and used its power to try to take over the world until Wotan tricked him into giving it up, only to lose it again to the giants who built Valhalla for him. By the time he finished composing the Ring, Wagner was stuck with a text that really didn’t fit his operatic ideal as it had evolved over the years, and especially since he’d broken off midway through the third act of Siegfried to write Tristan und Isolde and Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg, two operas he rather naïvely thought would be easier to produce and make him some money, and didn’t resume composing the Ring for 12 years.

I don’t automatically dislike modern-dress permutations of classic operas, but I suspect that a work set in or near the time it was written and dealing with realistic situations and emotions is a better candidate for updating than a work like the Ring with a mythological or legendary setting. Among the modern-dress opera productions I’ve liked are Peter Sellars’s version of Mozart’s The Marriage of Figaro, which worked because he found modern-day equivalents to the social and class conflicts of the original characters (his Don Giovanni and Cosi fan Tutte didn’t work for me because he was just trying too hard to be “different” and not taking the same kind of care he had with The Marriage of Figaro); a stunning 1983 New York City Opera production of Bizet’s Carmen that not only moved the setting to the Spanish Civil War of the 1930’s but (unlike the Met with a later production) actually incorporated the war into the plot (Carmen and her gang were smuggling guns to the Loyalists, and the army from which Don José deserted was Franco’s); and Michael Mayer’s 2013 Met production of Verdi’s Rigoletto that moved the setting to 1960’s Las Vegas and made the characters Frank Sinatra and the “Rat Pack.” Tcherniakov’s Ring was full of absolutely silly ideas (like the toy Grane and the Hannibal Lecter mask Fafner wore in Siegfried), and its biggest sin was it did absolutely nothing to illuminate the character conflicts in Wagner’s original. Even Sam Goodyear, who successively reviewed the four operas as they were originally presented “live” and liked the production considerably better than I did, admitted at the end, “I’m just still not very sure how they add up to a whole and say anything profound. An experiment, if you like, with a hypothesis, a method, and some results, but to me, no real conclusions.”

Three by Charley Chase: "Are Brunettes Safe?," "Forgotten Sweeties," and "Bigger and Better Blondes" (Hal Ruach Studios, Pathé, 1927)

by Mark Gabrish Conlan • Copyright © 2026 by Mark Gabrish Conlan • All rights reserved

Last night (Sunday, May 3) the “Silent Sunday Showcase” on Turner Classic Movies consisted of three short films by comedian Charley Chase. His real name was Charley Parrott and the movies – Are Brunettes Safe?, Forgotten Sweeties, and Bigger and Better Blondes – were all made in 1927 by Hal Roach Studios for distribution by Pathé just before Roach switched his distribution contract to MGM. They were also all directed by Chase’s brother, James Parrott (later on Charley would start directing his own films and would take his directorial credit as “Charley Parrott” and his acting credit as “Charley Chase,” much the way later singer-songwriters like McKinley Morganfield, Chester Alan Arthur Burnett, and Declan Patrick Aloysius MacManus did: you know them better as Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, and Elvis Costello, respectively) and written by H. M. “Beanie” Walker, one of the few title writers in the silent era who successfully converted to writing screenplays for talkies. Chase is often considered the father of situation comedy, though an even earlier star, John Bunny, probably deserves the honor: like such later sitcom stars as Lucille Ball and Gracie Allen, he worked with his real-life spouse and was employed by Vitagraph, and since Mr. and Mrs. Bunny were both rather heavy-set the two couldn’t have done the kind of knockabout slapstick specialized by Mack Sennett’s Keystone crew. So they did a more sedate, genteel sort of movie humor that Vitagraph sold audiences as a kinder, gentler alternative. The three Chase films were shown in descending order of visual quality; the first, Are Brunettes Safe?, contained a closing credit thanking archives in Germany and Austria for supplying prints and for the most part the Boris Faquality was excellent, probably quite close to what 1927 audiences saw. Alas, the other two were considerably blurrier.

Are Brunettes Safe? Is an engaging little farce about “Helping Hand” (Charley Chase), an advice columnist at a big-city newspaper who receives a letter from a small-town woman asking for his help in finding her long-lost son. She enclosed a photo of him, and damned if he doesn’t look just like Charley Chase. On the advice of his editor, who thinks there’s a great human-interest story in it, Chase goes to the small town and impersonates the brother, not realizing that the brother is in fact Bud Gordon, notorious bank robber and criminal. There’s a tearful reunion between mother and (supposed) son in which she tells him all the crimes he’s accused of in the hopes that he can prove his innocence. He meets Bud Gordon’s sister (Lorraine Eason) and falls for her, only there’s the little problem that he’s supposed to be her brother even though he really isn’t. Ultimately it all turns out well as the real brother comes back to town and is duly arrested, while Chase and Bud’s sister get together after all once it’s established that Chase isn’t her brother. Forgotten Sweeties is a more off-the-wall comedy about two young couples, Thurston and Lillian (Charley Chase and the marvelous Anita Garvin, who played comic bitches brilliantly for Roach but never got the feature-film break she deserved) and Ira and his wife (Mitchell Lewis and Shirley Palmer), who literally can’t get away from each other. Lillian sees her husband getting cruised by the other woman and demands that they move somewhere else – only every place they try to move, first to a rental house and then to an apartment building, the other couple follows and rents either the same house (courtesy of an intrepid realtor who seems to think the place is vacant even though it isn’t) or another unit in the same apartment building.

Bigger and Better Blondes – a truly misnomered movie since there are no blondes of any size in the film – casts Chase as an employee of a jewelry store that has just been robbed. The jeweler who owned the store had luckily kept the VanDeusen jewels at his home, preparing to clean them, and he assigns Chase to return them. But Chase runs into Ramona VanDeusen (the young Jean Arthur, who’d become a blonde later in her career but was still dark-haired here) at a restaurant and cruises her. In order to impress her he puts on one of her rings, but she recognizes it as hers and thinks Chase is one of the jewel thieves. Chase loses the ring in a pot of soup and grabs the pot, serving himself the whole supply of soup in an effort to find the ring, but he has to reckon with another customer (Sammy Brooks) who just happened to get the serving containing the ring. There’s some nice slapstick as Chase tries to get the ring away from Brooks before he swallows it, thinking it’s just part of the soup. The diner is also inhabited by the real thieves, Boris Fantomas (Mario Carillo) – the name comes from a then-popular French serial about a master thief who’s a good/bad guy like Raffles and The Saint – and his sidekick (Edgar Dearing). Ultimately it ends the way it’s supposed to, with the crooks being arrested, the VanDeusens getting their jewels back, and Charley getting Ramona. Charley Chase was not exactly one of the greats of silent comedy (and judging from the films of his I’ve seen I’d say he got better when sound came in), but these films were charming and welcome diversions.

The Wedding in Monaco (Loew’s, Compagnie Française de Films, Citel Monaco, MGM, 1956)

by Mark Gabrish Conlan • Copyright © 2026 by Mark Gabrish Conlan • All rights reserved

After the three Charley Chase films on “Silent Sunday Showcase” Sunday, May 4 Turner Classic Movies showed an engaging if somewhat disappointing half-hour short called The Wedding in Monaco from 1956. It’s not hard to guess just what wedding in Monaco they were referring to: the real-life marriage of actress Grace Kelly to His Serene Highness, Prince Rainier Louis Henri Maxence Bertrand Grimaldi of Monaco. The two met when Kelly was filming her third and last movie with Alfred Hitchcock directing, To Catch a Thief (1955), and ironically the last film Grace Kelly made before she retired from acting to become the Princess of Monaco was The Swan (1956), in which she played a young woman who renounced her worldly ambitions to marry into royalty. (It was a remake of a silent film featuring actress Frances Howard, who after it was finished quit acting to marry producer Sam Goldwyn.) The film was directed and written by a Frenchman named Jean Masson, and was originally in French with Masson narrating himself. For the American release by MGM, Masson’s French narration was replaced with one by José Ferrer (whose voice I’m ashamed to say I didn’t recognize) in English. The narration claimed that Monaco was the tiniest sovereign state in Europe (which I rather doubt: what about Liechtenstein? Andorra? San Marino?). My husband Charles was amused that the film contained three languages: English, French, and Latin. Masson did quite a few aerial shots, including one of Kelly’s ship, the U.S.S. Constitution, arriving in the harbor of Monte Carlo and delivering her directly to Prince Rainier’s yacht. He was also startled to see Aristotle Onassis in the wedding party looking like the couple’s usher (Onassis was then heavily invested in Monaco, though later he and Rainier had a bitter falling-out and Onassis angrily pulled his investments).

The film showcased the two wedding ceremonies of Rainier and Kelly: a civil ceremony which we didn’t get to hear (all we heard was Ferrer describing it as it was going on) and a religious one which we did. There were also some intriguing credits, including ballet companies from both Paris and London, and the London one was supposed to be dancing to music by, of all people, Stan Kenton. That piqued my curiosity, and indeed the Kenton music turned out to be a ballet that mixed in modern dance steps and was performed to an elaborate re-arrangement of Kenton’s Ravel-derived theme song, “Artistry in Rhythm.” (Before there was progressive rock, there was progressive jazz – a term Stan Kenton actually coined – and like the later prog-rockers, the prog-jazzers were denounced as pretentious and provoked a back-to-basics reaction: “hard bop” or “soul jazz” in the jazz community, especially its Black members since most of the prog-jazzers had been white; and punk in the case of prog-rock.) Other than the big dance sequences, The Wedding in Monaco did tend to drag, and the print TCM had was not in the best condition, but it was an interesting curio even though one senses the desperation from the “suits” at MGM: “Quick! Let’s get one more movie out of Grace Kelly before she retires to be with this guy.” Grace Kelly actually considered an acting comeback in 1963, when Alfred Hitchcock offered her the title role in Marnie. But some busybody in Monaco read the book, realized that their princess would be playing a kleptomaniac, and started a referendum asking the citizens of Monaco if they thought it was appropriate that the wife of their hereditary ruler make a film playing such a vile and disgusting character. The people overwhelmingly voted against her, and she obediently gave the role up and spent the rest of her life, until a car crash ended her life in 1982, playing the role of a princess and mostly waving at crowds from the balcony of hers and Rainier’s palace.