Monday, August 22, 2022

homicide s5 e41: the mask

Mildly interesting episode of Homicide which features Stanley Page as a kind of mad married monk figure operating a little coven of weirdoes for no really explicated reason in somewhere rural like I'm guessing Maldon. A barely notable quirk of (lack of) continuity is that whereas in the previous episode we first encounter Alwyn Kurts playing Colin Fox (as a rural inspector) (this character and actor would go on to become a stalwart of the show) in this episode there is another presumably completely unrelated character called Joe Fox. We only see him in the first scene. I suppose the Crawfords people being incredibly urban artsy people just had an inclination to give people from the regions the name 'Fox'. Anyway, here are Mack and Peter spying on the group in their ritual basement:

Bruce Thompson is Richard Wagner (I shit you not), Cheryl Stroud is Donna Slater and Page is Frank Slater. As you can see it's quite a temple they have there. 



The story is essentially about a girl who is murdered and it is made to look like a suicide, then the married man who impregnated her (who we never see - and of the girl all we see is her feet) also dies, poisoned. These crazies are the most likely to have done it. 

Well, spoilers sorry it's Richard Wagner who did it. 

This is the mask they like to wear in their rituals. I make no comment. 

You'll be shocked and amazed to hear that everyone gets there just in time to stop Wagner killing Slater. We are left with this as the closing shot. 
Stanley Page was born in Geelong (I am fighting not to suffer from intense irritation that IMDB notes this and then calls him a British actor) and worked for a long time in the UK, coming back in the 60s-70s periodically for things, such as appearing in the Emerald Hill production of The Bedsitting Room:

He was also a contributor to one of Melbourne theatre's great cultural milestones: 

Melbourne Age 17 May 1972 p. 16

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