Like Barnabas Collins’s coffin in Dark Shadows, the ancient sarcophagus
holding this notorious Swedish land-owner is chained and padlocked. That ought
to tell you to keep the heck away. Nevertheless, the Count’s story piques the
interest of a traveling English scholar. Once again, curiosity does what it
often does in Mark Gatiss’s Count Magnus (part of the A Ghost Story
for Christmas annual series in the UK), which airs on participating PBS
stations.
Mr.
Wraxhall is not a bad fellow, but he can be a bit much. However, he is such an
earnest semi-professional scholar, Froken de la Gardie happily allows him to
catalogue her disordered family library. Initially, Wraxhall is quite struck by
a glaring portrait of her notorious ancestor, Count Magnus. Then, when he
discovers papers referencing the Count’s “black pilgrimage,” his curiosity gallops
out of control.
At
some point, the family took the precaution of chaining up the Count’s grand
coffin and locking the crypt’s wrought iron door. Only the local Deacon holds key,
to maintain its sanctity. Unfortunately, Wraxhall might sound like a pretentious
twit, but his fingers are surprisingly stealthy. However, he could very well
open a Pandora’s box.
In
fact, Jason Watkins might overdue Wraxhall’s annoying naivete. On the other
hand, Allan Corduner plays the Deacon with a slyly suspicious attitude that
perfectly suits the genre. Having portrayed a lot of working-class horror
characters, fans will be interested to see MyAnna Buring shifting gears as the appropriately
regal as Wraxhall’s hostess.
The mezzotint print-making process might seem old-fashioned, but one of its
leading practitioners was M.C. Esher, whom M.R. James might have appreciated,
at least for his use of initials. Typically, mezzotints never change, but not
the one in this M.R. James short story. Understandably, that rather bedevils
its new custodian in Mark Gatiss’s The Mezzotint (part of the A Ghost
Story for Christmas annual series in the UK), which airs on participating PBS
stations.
Edward
Williams definitely stays true to his school. He curates the traditional
Ox-bridge-ish university’s decorative arts museum and spends most of personal
time at the U club with his old college mates. Each day is largely the same,
but that is how he likes it, until a mysterious mezzotint arrives for his appraisal.
Williams
had not thought much of it, but his golfing friend Binks sees more in it. In
fact, he describes a rather different picture, with a moon rising above the
country house and a shadowy figure just starting to enter the frame. Weirdly,
those elements had not been in the picture before, because, as Williams soon
deduces, it changes slightly every time he looks at it. That sounds crazy, but
Williams’s old school chums Garwood and Nisbet confirm it, much to their own
surprise. It confuses all the three alumni, but Williams also feels an uneasy suspicion
that the dark figure will do something horrible when he finally enters the
house.
Of
course, the mezzotint surely must represent events that occurred when it was
printed in the 1800s, right? Yet, to Williams, it feels like a tragedy slowly unfolding
before his eyes, especially when he learns he might have a personal connection
to its town of origin. That last bit is all Gatiss, but it is a nice macabre
little wrinkle. Regardless, it is strange no previous anthology series has
taken a shot adapting it, especially considering it requires no special effects—just
a quality print-maker.
In
fact, this is one of Gatiss’s best “Ghost Stories for Christmas,” or just plain
“Ghost Stories,” if you are watching on PBS. The mezzotint is a clever gimmick
and Gatiss maximizes its full Twilight Zone-ish potential.
Judge George Jeffreys was the Roy Bean of the Stuart Era. The hanging judge
probably made his share of ghosts if you believe in that sort of thing. However,
a haunting allegedly plays a role in a case the old witch-finder presides over
in Mark Gatiss’s Martin’s Close, based on another M.R. James short
story, which airs this month on participating PBS stations.
Frankly,
an elitist squire like John Martin never really believed the law applied to
him, but it most definitely does when Judge Jeffreys presides. He might be
over-zealous, but the ancient jurist is incorruptible. Nevertheless, this case
will be unconventional.
Martin
stands accused of murdering Ann Clark, a “simple” village girl, whom the squire
“trifled” with, for his own ironic amusement. Tragically, when her clinginess
grew inconvenient, he somehow disposed of her, permanently. However, according
to witnesses called by Dolben, the King’s Counsel, Clark’s ghost returned to
implicate her murderer.
In
terms of fairness, this might be one of Judge Jeffreys’ best trials. However,
from a modern legal perspective, much of the proceedings with be highly
questionable. It also rather prompts an odd question. If the accused did indeed
murder someone, but they return as a ghost, should the resulting sentence be
reduced, since the victim is not completely gone?
One
thing is certain, nobody would want to be prosecuted by anyone who resembles Peter
Capaldi. In this adaptation, four or five characters receive roughly equal
screen-time, but Capaldi is just as magnetically watchable as ever portraying crafty
Dolben. Elliot Levey is rather pompous, in an aptly judgy kind of way as sour
old Jeffreys.
For many [stupid] people, books are sort of like ghosts. They relics from
the past, bearing witness to the folly we might have prevented, had we only
read more of them. However, a part-time librarian might have a legitimately haunted
book on his shelves, which is bizarrely in-demand throughout Mark Gatiss’s The
Tractate Middoth, based on the classic M.R. James story, which airs on
participating PBS stations over the coming month.
Although
originally produced by the BBC as part of their annual Ghost Story for
Christmas, PBS apparently believed the productions they licensed better fit
Halloween season. Neither is wrong per se, because James is timeless—and hopefully
so are books.
Intellectually
gifted but financially challenged William Garrett rather enjoys working
part-time in the library, while pursuing his advanced studies, even though “Sniffer”
Hodgson, the supervising librarian, is a pompous blowhard. At least he did,
until John Eldred requests the Tractate Middoth, an ancient Hebrew text.
The
first time Garrett tries to pull it, he believes a mysterious shrouded figure coincidentally
retrieved it before him. The next time Eldred calls to request it, Garrett
passes out on the way to its shelf, overcome by the supernatural pollen
suddenly swirling about. Clearly, that volume holds sinister secrets, involving
its former owner, the nasty Dr. Rant, who maybe orchestrated all this weirdness
while expiring on his deathbed, as we partially saw during the prologue.
Tractate
Middoth is
a particularly British ghost story. Indeed, it is easy to imagine how James’s
tale might have inspired some of the early library business in A Discovery of Witches. If the story sounds familiar, maybe it is because Leslie Nielsen
also portrayed the intrepid librarian on the early-1950s Lights Out anthology
show.