A while back I scribbled a piece for the rater wonderful website We Are Cult detailing the various projects that
Star Trek's Big Bird Dog of the Galaxy Gene Roddenberry worked on in the 1970s lacuna coil between the demise of TOS ('69, dudes!) and the Trek franchise's silver screen resurrection in the form of Robert Wise's
Motion Picture which emerged - just like I did - in 1979.
Whilst mulling over mean Gene's assorted abortive efforts such as
Planet Earth,
Spectre and
The Questor Tapes I chanced upon a non-Roddenberry project that I'd never heard of before, but which starred Mr I Am Not Spock himself Leonard Nimoy. This sweet little obscurity carried the delightfully exclamation pointed title of
Baffled! (and anything's better if it ends with a bang), and I made a note to track it down sometime. It may have taken over a year to get round to it, but once I set my mind to something I usually do it. Just not anything resembling immediately or ever soon, on occasion. Look, 2020 was weird for all of us and, frankly, I've had a heap of faeces on my plate since about 2016 so it's been a queer old quinquennial. Don't cry for me, I'm already dead.
Made, like the others, as a pilot film for a subsequent series that never materialised
Baffled! managed to intrigue me when I made a quick scan of its plot details: a man is involved in a car crash and subsequently finds himself subject to psychic visions which draw him into a supernatural web of crime, mayhem and intrigue? My immediate thought was to wonder a young Stephen King might have caught this airing on television and - consciously or not - filed it away in his brain to come back down the line in the form of
The Dead Zone. Superficial sounding similarities aside, however, the adventures of Tom Kovack are very different to the trevails of the troubled Johnny Smith (whether one is imagining Walken-flavoured or of the Hall variety).
Opening with a racecar (palindrome alert!) derby, supposedly taking place in Pennsylvania but shot like the rest of the film in benighted Blighty with standard resident North American actors like Shane Rimmer to add a bit of verisimilitude, we meet racing driver Tom Kovack (Nimoy) hoping to add another win to his current medal-winning lucky streak when strange sounds ("It's Wyndham in Devon, dear" says a woman's voice) and visions(a gravel road leading to a large manor house, a screaming woman) assail his brain and cause him to veer off the track. Surviving the crash miraculously unscathed, Kovack good-naturedly speaks of his psychic experience during a post-race television interview and attracts the attention of watching extra-sensory perception expert Michele Brent (the radiant Susan Hampshire, who had just played the second imcarnation of Elsa the Lioness' mum in
Living Free) who immediately gets in touch with him with a view to harnessing his nascent abilities. Demurring at first, Kovack soon has a change of mind that evening when the view from his apartment window suddenly switches from a panorama of nighttime New York City to a daylight perspective of the same Wyndham House in that there Devonshire. After hooking up with the perky Ms Brent, the paranormal pair make their way to ye jolly olde England and book rooms at Wynham House whose owner Mrs Farraday (Rachel Roberts, whose career spanned Karel Reisz' 1960
Saturday Night and Sunday Morning to Fred Walton's seminal '79 thriller
When a Stranger Calls before her tragic suicide by self-poisoning a year later) lets rooms at the stately home to summering holidaymakers.
Also staying there are a motley assemblage including Hollywood actress Andrea Glenn (
Psycho's sleuthing sister Vera Miles) and her teenage daughter Jennifer (Jewel Blanch) who are perplexed at the non-arrival of absent husband and father Mr Duncan Sanford, blustering Italian Mr Verelli (Christopher Benjamin, and if you exclaimed "It's Henry Gordon Jago!" you don't get a prize, but if you said "Potter!" you do) and furtive honeymooning couple George and Peggy Tracewell (Ray Brooks - the boy with
The Knack - and OG Demelza Angharad Rees). Also on hand nearby is suspiciously friendly wheelchar-bound pensioner Mrs Louise Sanford (Valerie Taylor, seemingly having a ball giving a dotty and eccentric yet menace-tinged final performance) and a man (Mike Murray) who hangs around the property at twilight having furtive meetings with young Jennifer and claiming to be the father she's never met, furnishing her with a mysterious wolf's-headed amulet which he instructs her to wear secretly without telling her mother of his presence. Soon the occult begins to occur, with young Jenny's behaviour changing from sweet young girl to teen hellion whilst the dowdy Mrs Farraday seems to become younger, more vital and more MILFy cougar keen to get her claws into Kovack with each passing day. When Andrea is poisoned, our dynamic duo find themselves drawn into a kind of cabbalistic
Cluedo in a big country house populateed with secretive oddballs with agendas as a truly diabolical scheme unfurls, masterminded by Jenny's fake father - in reality ex-actor, master of disguise and full-time diabolist John Parrish, in a Satanic scheme to transfer life energy and bump of a starlet for her bank balance.
Energetically directed by Philip Leacock, whose career seems to have mainly been in television on both sides of the Atlantic after a flurry of Forties and Fifties films (including 1956's
The Spanish Gardener),
Baffled! is an interesting artefact of a programme that never was, though it's easy to imagine Nimoy (clad in his very '70s turtleneck sweater and jacket combo a la
In Search Of) and Hampshire embarking on a series of paranormal escapades and spooky whodunnits for at least a season. Certainly a diverting and enjoyable ninety minutes of genre-flavoured fun that bears investigation.
