The saga continues.

Of Late I Think Of Cliffordville

Old rich robber baron geezer gets nostalgic for his rapacious youth, and is afforded a second shot by a devilish travel agent on the 13th floor.

This was a strange one, in that the execution failed to live up to the potential of the idea. Blend Vizzinni from the Princess Bride with the elder Mr. Lebowski from the eponymous movie and you have Mr. Feathersmith, an avaricious captain of industry whose laughter sounds like seal barks and who is delightfully unabashed about the cruelty of his ways. Having conquered the world and acquired everything he wants, he finds himself drunk, maudlin and bored. Late one night as he leaves his office he gets off accidentally on the 13th floor, and there is greeted by a seductive and eminently competent travel agent devil who agrees to send him back in time.

Hijinks ensue.

But the going back in time bit and how it played out didn’t love up to the premise, leaving me vaguely dissatisfied. In fact, I found myself cheering Feathersmith on, in much the same manner that Vizzinni wins over hearts, and when he got his come-uppance I was strangely let down.

But it was the devil agent played by Julie Newmar of Catwoman fame that stole the show, her hair perfectly coiffed with two petite white horns demurely poking out and exuding an alluring manner that would have given Mrs. Robinson a run for her money. Feathersmith skips fear, denial and all the other normal reactions and cuts right to the deal making in a manner that warmed my heart. Their exchange was amusing, the devil enigmatic and entrancing, and it’s those brief conversations that are left lingering in my mind while the rest of it already begins to fade away.