
Original Scaredate: June 14, 1989
Director: Howard Deutch
Writer: Fred Dekker
Starring: Lea Thompson, Britt Leach, Brett Cullen, John Kassir
Quick Kill: She's a hooker with a heart of old.
Review: This week's episode of Caroline in the City might be the most depressing one of the series. No longer a cartoonist, Caroline, who is calling herself Sylvia Vane for some reason, is now working the streets. Wait, what's that? Oh, this isn't Caroline after all. Well, that'll be a relief for Richard.
Anyway, we are immediately (and ham-handedly) told that Sylvia thinks highly of her looks, and spends a lot of time looking in the mirror. Sylvia, a free agent prostitute, has a run-in with her friend's pimp that serves as our entry to the story. (Side note: you know who's not so good at this tough bitch acting style? Lea Thompson.) She really wants to get off the streets, and is going to use her looks to land a rich man.
Sylvia, in the hopes of worming her way into high society, robs and kills the pimp from earlier. She takes her loot to a mildly creepy pawn shop. Knowing the jewelry is stolen, the pawnbroker refuses to buy the goods. However, he's got another offer for her. He'll allow her to pawn her beauty for $10,000. Assuming (like one would in any normal world), that he's nuts, she takes the easy score. Once Sylvia leaves, we get a really good scene where the broker is doing the voodoo that he do so well, and telling a rotting corpse that she'll soon be beautiful again.
With our heroine now minimally wealthy, we're treated(?) to a relatively lengthy Sylvia fashion montage. (Side note redux: Did Pretty Woman, released the year after this episode, steal its hooker character's love of hats from Sylvia?). Now Sylvia is on the hunt. The music in the party scene is pretty fantastic. Pure 80's synth-cheese with some wild cat noises thrown in for good measure.
Sylvia quickly hooks herself up with Ronnie Price, and we cut to four months later. Now Sylvia has everything she thinks she wanted. (Hmm...there's a bathtub scene too. Maybe this Pretty Woman thing isn't such a coincidence after all.) However when Sylvia looks in the mirror, she's notices that she's starting to get wrinkly. Ronnie leaves for a trip, and Sylvia's aging kicks into high gear. Realizing where the problem started, Sylvia goes to reclaim her beauty, but she's missed the deadline by a day. Now, to get it back, the pawnbroker wants $100,000.
Searching their apartment for the cash, Sylvia is surprised by Ronnie's return home. He, of course, doesn't recognize this old woman in his house, and calls the police. Sylvia takes her pimp-killer out and shoots Ronnie dead.
Sneaking into the pawn shop, Sylvia finds the plaster mask that the pawnbroker made of her beauty. She also finds the newly-beautified corpse of the pawnbrokers' wife. She has enough from her robbery of Ronnie to buy her beauty back, but here comes that famous Cryptian twist. The pawnbroker brings out a newspaper to show that Sylvia's young, beautiful self has been fingered for Ronnie's murder. Sylvia takes the beauty mask and leaves. As she goes, she is bumped in the street by her prostitute friend from the beginning of the episode, and the mask drops and is shattered.
Well, no streak lasts forever. After three solid episodes to start the series, we reach the first disappointment. But, we'll start with the positive. There are a few things in the episode that work well. The pawnbroker and his voodoo elements are good, and the scene mentioned above with his mummy-wife is the best part of the episode. The music is pretty strong. Also, the old-age makeup used for Lea Thompson is excellent.
However, these are fairly minor elements of an entire episode of television.
One of the interesting things about Tales from the Crypt is that quite often, the acting chores are hung primarily on one actor. If the performance is strong, like with William Sadler in "The Man Who Was Death", the episode can overcome other weaknesses. However, if it's poor, you get something like "Only Sin Deep". Thompson, who is usually a decent actress, is awful here. Her street tough accent never feels at all authentic, and there is very little depth to the performance. The closest she comes is at the very end of the episode, but it is too little, too late.
The direction is adequate, but very rarely rises above the level of workmanlike competence. The writing never pops out as strong either, which is surprising, after Dekker's clever "And All Through the House".
The show has already shown that it can be so much better than this, so let's hope this is just a momentary bump in the road.
Best Death: Not much to work with in this episode. Two shooting deaths. Ronnie's death is the bloodier of the two, so I guess it takes the prize.
Creeper Corner: An episode about hookers and there's no nudity? You really let me down this week, Tales.
Cryptkeeper's Line of the Week: "Just goes to show you, if you want to sell yourself, take a look in the mirror first."







