I second Terry, as I usually do in matters of Radio. "Something Wicked Comes This Way" would make an excellent monthly addition for the Wellesnet Radio Archive Museum.
Thank you so much, Night Listener. You seldom speak, but when you do, I find you almost always "on target at 200 yards."
My self-set task for this evening had been to tidy up some work for Mr. French which Toddy Baesen should have dealt with. I clicked on Part 1 of the adaptation, taking you at your word that the work would be only slight, and intending to listen but to a few minutes of the show. Because a couple of the Baesen matters for Mr. French were running in the background, as I discovered, the download would take over twelve minutes to complete.
I began to putter around on the other work until, having lost track of the time, suddenly the radio play began to run automatically. With Mr. French's problems scarcely tended to, I was immediately, hopelessly, hooked. I ended up, downing tools on everything else, and shooting the evening in a two hour radio listening enrapturement.
Orson Welles, two years before his death, with that telltale breathiness I now know so well myself, was still an incomparable storyteller, still a master in Radio's "The Theater of the Imagination."
Jack Clayton's SOMETHING WICKED COMES THIS WAY, on the other hand, in the tradition of a Wellsian curse, had been taken out of the Director's hands and butchered during a year of re-shoots and re-edits. Mr. Dark turned out to be Walt Disney . . . or at least his dark shadowed Ghost, the Disney Corporation. Hence, this long anticipated film would be a box office flop, as Bradbury, Clayton, Welles, and all concerned must have known by April 1983. I would like to think that the radio show, slyly presented as an advertisement for the picture, was actually their way of saying: "Just sit back, Bradbury fans, close your eyes. This enchanting spell by Orson Welles is how SOMETHING WICKED COMES THIS WAY might really have been."
I liked the Old Magician's mixed media event very much.
Thank you again, Night Listener.
You are aptly named.