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****SPOILERS**** All that San Francisco Giant manager Marvin Cruse,
Bruce Gordon, needed was his star outfielder and league leading hitter
Clint Atkins, Garry Collins, to freak out and go haywire at the hight
of the NL, National League, pennant race. It's Clint's good friend
Chief Iroside, Raymond Burr, assistant Det. Sgt. Ed Brown, Don
Galloway, who seems to know what's been bugging him these last few and
critical, in the Giant's winning the NL pennant, days where he's been
getting threatening phone calls and letters telling him to pay up, a
cool $100,000.00, or he and his family will be very sorry. At first
Clnit's just fluffed off all these threats as nothing but a bunch of
crank calls and letters. But when during a game at Candlestick Park he
was shot with a pellet gun while chasing a fly ball he realized that
they were dead serious!
At first ready to go along with the blackmail and pay his tormentor off it's Clint's wife Marcy, Mary Ann Mobley, who blows the cover that Chief Ironside had provided to her and her family. That's in Marcy letting out the fact that she knows about what he's up to and what he want's the next time that the unknown caller a former wash out from the SF Giant's spring training camp Earnie Wilson, Noam Pitlik, calls in. Now knowing that the police are on to him he in turn blows his cover by coming right out into the open in the Giant's locker room to finish the job that he started by blowing Clint away! In him doing that with his what looked like a toy be-be gun from a box of Crackerjacks. What he didn't expect was that Det Sgt. Brown was there waiting for him and together with Clint put an end to all his crazy and deranged antics.
P.S This Ironside episode was in some way a reunion of a number of actors and actresses who were also in a bunch of Perry Mason episodes that also stared Raymond Burr. Which included Bruce Gordon Mary Ann Mobley and her real life husband and guest star in "Tormentor" Garry Collins.
The baseball scenes seem a bit "cheesy" and they're padded out in obvious fashion with stock stadium-and-field footage from San Francisco Giants games but, hey, it's a TV show and a good one at that. Efficient, interest-holding, satisfying. Fans of guest-star Gary Collins who've tuned in with the hope of some "beefcake" footage will not be disappointed, though Collins' bare-chest scene comes in an unexpected way. He's cast as a star player for the Giants who's being tormented by threatening letters and phone calls from an extortionist. The extortionist lends substance to his threats by wounding Collins twice with a pellet gun fired while Collins is on the playing field. In the locker-room after each incident -- and a very chaste locker-room it is with none of the players actually undressing -- Collins modestly lifts his shirt just enough to give a momentary glimpse of the pellet wounds on his torso. Not much "beefcake" here despite the golden opportunities offered. Then, almost out of the blue, there's a bedroom scene featuring Collins and his wife, (played by real-life wife Mary Ann Mobley). She's lying in bed and he walks around the bed, wearing only blue pajama bottoms -- worn high enough to mostly cover his navel -- thus displaying the top half of his 31-year-old physique. The physique is admittedly pleasing to the eye but maybe too scrawny for a professional athlete. (His upper arms look toothpicky, his chest seems a bit concave, and someone should have pinched his forlorn-looking nipples in order to give them both color and definition.) Collins' character is presented as such a wholesome, all-American guy who sits around the house reading the evening paper while wearing a cardigan sweater -- a la Ozzie Nelson -- that it's surprising his half-naked scene comes not in the hearty confines of a locker room but rather in the sexually-charged surroundings of a bedroom. He just doesn't seem like a "bottoms-only" sleeper but there's the implication his display of "beefcake" is about to help him score a bases-loaded home-run between those silky marital sheets. Batter up!
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