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Thursday, October 30, 2025

Blog-O-Ween 2025: The Nine Days of Nigel Kneale: Day Eight — Quatermass

Here we are, Blog-o-weeners. It is day eight, the penultimate day of The Nine Days of Nigel Kneale. Only one more day to go. But it is much too early to be thinking about tomorrow’s entry. (And much too early to have written it!) We’ve got a lot to get through today first — and what a day it’s gonna be! There’s a lot of plates for us to keep spinning, so let’s just dive right in, huh?


We’ve been through a lot together this Blog-o-ween, have we not? We’ve followed Nigel Kneale all over England. He’s taken us to the seashore, to solicitor’s offices, to photography studios, into the woods, and onto farms. We’ve read his short stories, listened to his radio plays, and watched his tv shows. For all of the different stories and formats we’ve enjoyed over the past seven days, however, we have not touched upon the one creation for which he is best known. We have yet to enter the world of . . .Professor Bernard Quatermass.


Nineteen Fifty-Three seems incredibly far away to us now. What with Sir Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay becoming the first men to ascend to the top of Mt. Everest (or Sagarmāthā as I am sure Mr. Norgay called it), Queen Elizabeth II’s coronation in Westminster Abbey being broadcast live to the nation, and Hungary beating the stuffing out of England at Wembley Stadium 3-6 (thus handing the so-called “world’s greatest football team” their first loss to a foreign team on home soil — not counting all those times Scotland, Ireland, and Wales beat them), one would be excused from thinking that 1953 was a time of great deeds done by great personages. Thankfully, the Drama Department of the BBC was there to remind us mere mortals that sometimes greatness is due to dumb luck, bad decisions, and being at the right place at the right time.


The boffins at the Beeb had a problem: they had nothing planned for broadcast Saturday nights at 8:30 p.m. between 18 July and 22 August. Who was doing their scheduling, for Pete’s sake? Weird Al?


As Nigel Kneale, who was on the BBC payroll at the time, recalls:

“They said, ‘For God’s sake write something, because the program is empty in the summer. Please, somebody think of something.’ So I did.”

What he thought up was a story that he originally called Bring Something Back. . .! It was a “locked room” sort of mystery thriller about a rocket ship that goes to space with three astronauts, but returns with only one. The instruments say the doors were never opened. How did they get out? Where did they go? The BBC liked it, approved it, and before Kneale had even finished the script for the final episode, it was on the air. They even liked the main character so much that they renamed the series after him: The Quatermass Experiment.


The series was a massive hit. Millions of people watched as Quatermass slowly began to realize that the surviving astronaut, Victor Carroon, was not himself, that he and the others on board the rocket ship had encountered something in space that infected them, merged them, and now was in the process of transforming the lone survivor into something monstrous. Kneale’s scripts were — as we’ve come to expect from the man by now, Blog-o-weeners — the perfect amalgam of science fiction and horror.


Unfortunately, we will have to take other people’s words for just how good it was. Outside of the first two episodes, the original broadcast does not exist on tape. These were the days of live television. Producer Rudolph Cartier asked that the series be telerecorded so that bits and pieces of the previous episodes could be used to sum up the action. You know the kind: voiceover narration would announce, “Previously on The Quartermass Experiment...” and then you’d get a montage of scenes and shots. Telerecording in 1953 amounted to pointing a sixteen millimeter camera at a television screen as the show was being broadcast. The BBC deemed the first two attempts to be of such poor quality that further recording was ditched.


Thankfully, the movies were paying attention. Hammer Film Productions, who in a few years would make their name synonymous with such cinematic monsters as Dracula and Frankenstein, purchased the film rights, and in 1955 The Quatermass Xperiment hit the screens of the nation. Note the spelling of “Xperiment.” Film censors thought that the final product of Hammer Studios and director Val Guest was too much for most filmgoers. Therefore, the film was given an X rating. Like any good film company, Hammer played up on this rating and made sure that the X was front and center.


The Quatermass Xperiment starred, not a British actor, but an American in the lead role. Brian Donlevy seems an odd choice to play a character that Kneale himself described as

“the sort of person you would trust. He was a decent sort; not ruthless, a good man, who found himself out of his depth again and again.”

Donlevy’s Quatermass rushes from scene to scene bullying everyone in his way. He’s gruff and short and maybe even a tad sadistic. This is not the good and decent man who, in the televised program, appeals to the human consciousness within the monster to kill itself before it destroys the world. Nope, Donlevy’s Quatermass electrocutes the monster, then heads off to shoot more men into space. He doesn’t seem to be affected by what he’s witnessed, nor does he seem to have learned anything. “Science must go on!” and all that rot.


Or as Patton Oswalt has said: “Science — all about coulda, never about shoulda."


Kneale didn’t have much time to dwell on his dissatisfactions with Hammer’s movie. Based on the popularity of the series and the film, the BBC asked for a follow-up. Quatermass II (the first sequel to use the numeric designation) hit the small screen in 1955 and created the same furor as the first installment of the good professor’s adventures.


Science fiction and horror are again expertly combined to tell the story of Winnerden Flats, a small countryside town that has seeming disappeared from the map. The cause, to Quatermass’s great shock, is that somehow his plans for a moon base have been brought to earth. Winnerden Flats is one giant industrial plant, but what are they making and what is. . .living. . .beneath the great domed buildings on the site?


Reginald Tate, the British actor who had brought the character of Quatermass to the small screen in the first series, had sadly passed away after agreeing to do the second. Quickly, John Robinson was put in his place and by all accounts was a distinguished, modest, and very nice man. Never comfortable with the technical jargon he had to learn, he applied himself and did his best.


Hammer Studios again bought up the film rights and again trundled Brian Donlevy in front of the camera as Quatermass. Here, though (in my opinion), his brusque portrayal comes off much better. The situation demands a “take charge” kind of character. There’s no negotiating with the creatures in Quatermass II, no reaching out and appealing to their better angels. Nope. Ya gotta fry ‘em and fry ‘em quick! That is what Donlevy is best at.


Four years later, Kneale and his creation were at it again. In 1959, Quartermass and the Pit was broadcast, and in the starring role was another actor: Andre Morrell. As this was my personal introduction to the character, Morrell is how I really imagine Professor Quatermass. He was how Kneale and Cartier had imagined him, too, as they admit that way back in 1953, he had been their first choice to play the character. Morrell had told them that he didn’t feel ready for such a role. Six years later, he doffed the tweed jacket with leather elbow patches with aplomb.


As with the other television series, Hammer Studios brought out a filmed adaptation. This time, however, nearly a decade passed before cinema audiences saw Andrew Keir portray Quatermass. Originally meant to be directed by Guest and star Donlevy, funding could not be secured in the early 1960s. It took until 1967 for Hammer, in association with Seven Arts Productions, Associated British Picture Corporation, and Twentieth Century Fox, to bring Quatermass and the Pit (aka Five Million Years to Earth) to the big screen.


Another decade passed before television audiences were to see Quatermass again. This time, his adventures would be broadcast over the airwaves of ITV. The BBC had intended to bring the series out earlier — in 1973 — but the rising costs of it brought the production to a halt. Kneale and Euston Films re-acquired the scripts and filming began in 1978, and the series was broadcast in October/November 1979.


Quatermass (aka Quatermass IV, aka The Quatermass Conclusion) is a product of its times. It is a downbeat, dour series. Set in a near future Britain that has been ravaged by societal collapse, Professor Quatermass (this time portrayed by John Mills) has essentially given up and lives in retirement in Scotland with his teenaged granddaughter. Large numbers of young people have dropped out of society and formed a loose group know as The Planet People. Quatermass’s granddaughter has joined these Neo-hippies as they travel across the countryside, visiting pre-historic megaliths in hopes that some cosmic force will deliver them to a better world. Unfortunately, that cosmic forces shows up, but whether the Planet People are being delivered anywhere but the four winds is something that only Quatermass can solve.


I said that Quatermass was a product of its times, but perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it was a product of the time it took to complete it. Begun in the 1960s, Kneale’s ideas about roving gangs of young people fed up with modern society made a bit more sense. By the time the 1980s were coming over the horizon, most of the young people Kneale had originally envisioned had traded in their bellbottoms for three-piece suits and their marijuana for cocaine. “Peace, Love, Dope” had become “Me, Me, Me.” Quatermass at times has the feel that it was written by an old man who was more than a little letdown by what the world had become. Which it was.


After Quatermass, the good professor was to make two more appearances — neither of which was in the form of anything brand new. In 1996, BBC Radio 3 brought out The Quatermass Memoirs. Ostensibly occurring just before Quatermass leaves his Scottish home to search for his granddaughter. The radio series mixed new segments of Andrew Keir as Quatermass being interviewed about his adventures, old clips from the Quatermass serials, and monologues by Nigel Kneale himself talking about the times in which Quatermass originally appeared. It’s a fun blend of formats, though it just makes you hungry for a fresh storyline.


Quatermass returned to live television with the turn of the century. Starring Jason Flemyng as the professor, BBC4 broadcast a re-make of The Quatermass Experiment in 2005. The original scripts for the six-part series were condensed to a single episode. This condensation and the actor’s nervousness with having to do this all live makes the proceedings feel like an amateur production. None of the actors feel like they belong in their roles and by the time the show is over everyone — including the audience — is relieved.


To take the bad taste of that failed televised experiment out of your mouth, Blog-o-weeners, I’d like to go back and spend a little time with the series that I feel best encapsulates the character of Quatermass. It also just makes sense discussing it given that its very nearly Halloween.


If the Quatermass series is the most successful blend of science fiction and horror, then Quatermass and the Pit is the very pinnacle of the sub-genre. Not only does it fuse the futuristic and the ancient into a new, terrifying whole, but it also manages to stir in a soupçon of a genre that hadn’t really even been invented yet: folk horror. Let’s take a look at how Nigel Kneale not only changed television, but also how he changed the sci-fi/horror genres.


Things are not going well for Prof. Quatermass. His control of the British Experimental Rocket Group is being wrested from him by the government and the military who see only the destructive potential of his work. Hoping to drown his sorrows at the local bar, Quatermass meets his old friend Dr. Matthew Roney (Cec Linder). Dr. Roney is having his own problems with bureaucratic inefficiencies. During a construction dig at Hobbs Lane (or should that be “Hobs Lane”...hmmm...), work came to a standstill when workers pulled human remains out of the ground. Dr. Roney has determined that these are not any old human remains. They are of a human ancestor more than five million years old, making humanity far older than scientists had hitherto thought. Hoping that Quatermass’s stats can help get public opinion soon his side and halt construction long enough to excavate the site, Roney asks Quatermass to the dig to lend a hand.


Human remains aren’t the only surprise awaiting the scientists  at Hobbs Lane. (Or is it “Hobs”...or just plain “Hob”...but that doesn’t make any sense because “Hob” is the old name for Satan...oh, well! Never you mind!) The scientists also unearth what they at first believe is an unexploded Nazi V-rocket. But what is lies in the earth is isn’t a bomb at all. And inside it are more remains of those ancient human ancestors that Roney is so excited about, as well as some decidedly un-human remains.


What has been found in the earth at Hobbs/Hobs/Hob Lane? What does it have to do with human history? What does it have to do with the poltergeist activity that has plagued the area since time immemorial? What happens when the activity of the scientists, soldiers, and police at the site seem to “wake up” the artifact?


Quatermass and the Pit has got it all: folk tales, folk horror, evolutionary science, race memory, scientifictive technobabble and hooptedoodle, and government bureaucracy! Kneale blends all of these elements into a beautifully constructed story that just moves so well. Like a good mystery, each new discovery and clue — from the skull, to the spook stories plaguing the area, to the supposed bomb — is slowly dealt out to the viewer, allowing them to feel like they are working right alongside Quatermass and Co. On top of all this is the fact that the whole thing was performed live on the air. (Which really plays up the paucity of the 2005 production.) All of the actors hit their marks expertly, and the many special effects gags — including the auditory effects done by the BBC’s new Radiophonic Workshop — are stunning.


If you are new to the world of Quatermass and only have time this Spooky Season to watch one of the versions of his adventures, then Quatermass and the Pit is what you want.


Speaking of multiple versions of the good professor’s adventures...it’s time to line up links to all and sundry for your perusal...


If you are interested in seeing what survives of the first Quatermass serial, then you are going to want to hop over to the Internet Archive. Both episodes one and two are waiting for you...


If you want to watch Brian Donlevy barge around and yell at people like Donald Duck giving his nephews what-for, then you should go here.


Quatermass II survives as a complete television series. Book your trip to Winnerden Flats here at the Internet Archive.


Can’t get enough Brian Donlevy? Then check out the Hammer Studios version of Quatermass II here. I hope, like me, you’ll find Mr. Donlevy’s histrionics better suited to this film. (And I know it sounds like I’m just putting him down, but I actually like Donlevy in other films — check out his work for Preston Sturges in The Great McGinty. He is brilliant!)


One of my prized possessions!

Ready to get your hands dirty? Then it’s time to dig into the six-part serial of Quatermass and the Pit here at the Internet Archive.


The 1967 Hammer Studios film version of Q & the P can be found here. You can also enjoy an audio version of the story here adapted from the 1967 film.


If neither of these versions float your boat, please make do with this gif of the lovely Barbara Shelley as she uses Dr. Roney’s optic-encephalogram to record her race memories of life on Mars.


ITV’s Quatermass IV (aka just plain ol’ Quatermass) was originally broadcast as a four-part serial. You can watch it here on the Internet Archive. A condensed, feature-length version was released as The Quatermass Conclusion. (Sorry. I couldn't find a link to that version.)


The Quatermass Memoirs, the audio blending of Kneale’s own life, Quatermass’s adventures, and actual news programs, can be found here:



The 2005 rendition of The Quatermass Experiment exists. Somewhere. If you want to check it out in the spirit of Joe Gillis (William Holden) in Sunset Blvd — “Sometimes it's interesting to see just how bad bad writing can be. This promised to go the limit.” — then I suggest you look on your own. I’m no sadist. Just to show that I have no hard feelings, here's another picture Barbara Shelley. Feel better?


Welp. That’s all I got to say on the subject of Quatermass, Blog-o-weeners. I hope you’ll spend the weekend diving into all the professor’s permutations. Believe me, all of it is well worth your time. Tomorrow is Halloween. . .or as we are calling it this year: day nine of The Nine Days of Nigel Kneale. It’s gonna be a lot like the last day of school. There are no assignments, no tests, no homework due — we’re just gonna taker ’er easy and enjoy the work of Nigel Kneale for one last day.


In the meantime, while the British Experimental Rocket Group is sending men to the stars. . . and to their deaths. . . just know that the good ol’ U.S. of A. only asks one thing from you...


Wednesday, October 9, 2024

Blog-o-ween 2024: Day 9

Lots of ‘Salem’s Lot

Part One

Chapter 6: The Lot (II)

Sections 1-4

Sunrise: 6:53 AM
Sunset: 6:25 PM

It is 28 September. It is the day of Danny Glick’s funeral. A line of cars pass through the gates of Harmony Hill Cemetery. (The same gates from which the lifeless body of Win Purinton’s dog, Doc, hung only weeks before.) Many in the town have made the trip to pay their last respects or, in the case of Mabel Werts, to gather intel of a sort. Father Donald Callahan, the local Catholic priest, intends for the service to be quick in order not to prolong the pain of the Glicks.

After the funeral, in which Tony Glick has a breakdown and Marjorie Glick faints dead away,  Mike Ryerson approaches the grave to fill it in. His partner, Royal Snow, has not shown up for work. Funny that. Working alone and with the sun quickly setting, Mike feels as though someone — or something — is watching him. Someone — or something — within Danny Glick’s coffin…

Short and sweet entry today.

We say good-bye to Danny Glick. But not to worry…I have a feeling we will be seeing him again. As will his poor, suffering parents. As will a great many people in town. You just can’t keep a good boy down.

First things first, however — because this is one of those “The Lot” chapters, we get a wide-angle view of the town and its environs. The first section of Chapter 6 is a nice meditation on the change in the seasons. As I write this, we are experiencing fall-like weather here in Southern California. What do I mean by “fall-like” in the land of golden sunshine? Well…
“…[W]hen fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since he last saw you.

“It stays on through October and, in rare years, on into November. Day after day the skies are a clear, hard blue, and the cloud that float across them, always west to east, are calm white ships with gray keels. The wind begins to blow by the day, and it is never still. It hurries you along as you walk the roads, crunching the leaves that have fallen in mad and variegated drift. The wind makes you ache in some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die—migrate or die…”
Yeah, that’s what I mean by “fall-like.”

The quote above is one of the reasons why ‘Salem’s Lot is a fall favorite for me. I’ve lived in a bunch of different places across the United States — I grew up in Western Pennsylvania, but I’ve spent time in Savannah, GA, Raleigh, NC, and Albuquerque, NM. All of these places are quite different from each other topographically and meteorologically speaking, but as soon as days begin to get shorter, they all take on a similar feel. The air gets crisper, and one’s surroundings take on a Norman Rockwell-like nostalgic quality. It doesn’t matter if it’s 40 degrees out or 80. It doesn’t matter where you are, when fall rolls around, the human heart just knows it…and demands pumpkin spiced…well…everything!


Apropos of nothing, but there is another part of that quote that I’ve come to love for no other reason than it makes me think of something else I really enjoy. I don’t know about you, but when I hear the term “race memory” I can’t help but be reminded of Nigel Kneale’s Quatermass and the Pit.


Originally broadcast over the BBC as a six-part serial in 1958, Quatermass and the Pit was the third installment of the adventures of Professor Bernard Quatermass, head of the British Experimental Rocket Group. In this serial, the good doctor investigates some strange early human fossils found in a London construction site. Also found nearby is what is at first thought to be an unexploded German V-rocket, but which later is determined to be a UFO!


It seems that Martians had been fiddling around with human development millions of years in the past. Into the human gene pool, the Martians planted their own DNA and through that the race memory of violent purges on Mars that come to life in earthly, human history from time to time as the “wild hunt.”

Asgårdsreien [The Wild Hunt of Odin] (1872) by Peter Nicolai Arbo

As I said, it has nothing to do with ‘Salem’s Lot, but it has connotations to something dark in the depths of the human heart, some nearly forgotten memory that only comes to life at certain times of the year, something that rises from the dead to live again…


Speaking of rising from the dead to live again…how’s about that scene between Mike and Danny Glick? Brr! Scary stuff!

We are about a quarter of the way through ‘Salem’s Lot. We’ve had a lot of suggestive scenes of horror, but nothing much in the way of vampirism has happened. Until now. Mike Ryerson does more than just open the lid of Danny Glick’s casket. As we shall see, poor Mike inadvertently opens the doors to the horrors of the novel proper. Now, we can get down to the nitty and the gritty of ‘Salem’s Lot. No more dancin’ around the hot pie…we got bloodsuckin’ to do!


One quick little aside before we go — in Section 2, as Mike prepares Danny Glick’s grave for Father Callahan’s services, he recalls that that morning his buddy, Royal, wasn’t his usual chipper self. (We all know why Royal is feeling a bit down. Finding evidence of a possible child murder will do that to you.) Mike notes that his friend
“was usually full of little jokes and ditties about the work at hand (cracked, off-key tenor: ‘They wrap you up in a big white sheet, an’ put you down at least six feet…’)…”
The lyrics may vary from region to region, but those of you weaned on Alvin Schwartz’s seminal work Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark will immediately recognize the cadence those words carry. Royal is singing “The Hearse Song,” and according to Schwartz the song goes thusly:


The tune and lyrics to this song are quite old. The first known version was included by Matthew Lewis (no relation…though I wish!) in his 1796 gothic novel The Monk. American and British soldiers sang it in the trenches during the First World War. The poet and folk singer, Carl Sandburg, collected two versions of “The Hearse Song” in his 1927 book The American Songbag.

Poor Royal Snow was in good company and probably didn’t even know it.


Let’s break there for the day, kiddies. Tomorrow, we will finish talking about Part 1, Chapter 6: The Lot (II), Sections 5-9. We will discover the identity of “the boy” from the Prologue. We’ll talk rats at the dump with Dud. Why, we may even get to meet a certain antique dealer’s silent partner. But most of all, we will remember to…