“He made some kind of deal in Montevideo…he got rich real quick after making that deal. Usually you don’t get rich real quick, unless…”
“Unless it’s something shady.”
“Root, petals…what’s the difference?”
“Well, one’s a potion that neutralizes a voodoo priestess, and the other’s a marinade that goes quite nicely with fish.”
A weird old man with an affected voice delivers the traditional voiceover bringing us into yet another episode of the Big Finish take on Dark Shadows. This month’s story? A disarmingly romantic adventure cum horror that moves straight from light diversion into what appears to be a recurrent focus for the line on tragedy for all involved.
“Oh, God, that’s sick.”
I’m a longtime Dark Shadows fan. Too young for the original run of the series, I grew up with my mother discussing it in hushed whispers – the closest things she could find to show me at the time possessed of a similar bent were Kolchak the Night Stalker (an arguably superior Dan Curtis production) and Edge of Night (a strange soap opera centered around murder and crime with a tendency to air, possibly in reruns, in sporadic late night slots back in the 80’s).
While I may have seen an episode or two of Dark Shadows in public TV reruns early on, my experience of the series’ brilliant insanity hails from a far more recent vintage.