
Dir.: James Frawley
The release earlier this year of the first new Monkees album in twenty years, Good Times!, has had me delving back into my own Monkees collection of various items, whatnot, and folderol. Having been a fan of the group since I was but a child, I was handed down the group's early records from my cousins, after I presume they had gotten a bit older and grew into more presumably mature music (that I also ended up inheriting at a certain point). But while their music did enter my life at a pretty early age, the real reason I was a Monkees fan was because of their TV show.
The Monkees ran for two seasons on NBC in primetime from 1966-1968, and it is likely I may have seen it that young. But where I really encountered the show was on Saturday morning television, where repeats of the show's 58 episodes ran on CBS from 1969-1972, and then on ABC for the 1972-1973 season. The show went into full syndication after that starting in 1975, and whenever we got the chance, my brothers and I were watching the Monkees run around like crazy every weekday afternoon.

There is an angry knocking at their door by their landlord, and he warns them about paying the rent and threatens them by saying his lawyer will be bringing them an eviction notice. Seconds later, comes another knock, and it is indeed a lawyer comes to bring them something. Thinking it is the landlord's man, they each get into disguise: Mike (Nesmith) becomes a hard-of-hearing old codger; Micky (Dolenz) is a "23-hour doorman. I used to be the 24-hour doorman but I couldn't take the long hours"; Davy (Jones) has resorted to imitating Whistler's Mother by knitting and rocking in drag in the corner; and Peter (Tork) is a joke-cracking TV repairman. When they find out who the lawyer really is and that an eccentric millionaire on Cunningham Island has left them a legacy, they quickly switch their outfits and present themselves properly. His response? "When you see the Monkees, tell them I called."


Mr. Cunningham has recorded his will on an old-style phonograph record, and while Kingsley and Roselle bicker over whether the mansion has been left to them, the Monkees are told they have been left the library organ with the stipulation that they play at least one song on it. (I am sure that will be pantomimed at some point very soon.) Everything else in the mansion is left to Ellie, but she has to spend at least one night in the mansion before she decides to keep it. (Well, of course she has to... this only happens in spooky old mansions.) The Monkees decide to play their one song on the organ and get out of there, not wishing to spend the night in such a creepy place.
As the trio of obvious villains – Roselle, Ralph, and Kingsley, leer at them from behind a statue – Peter sits down at the organ, lifts the lid over the keys and starts to play... a song that doesn't even have anyone playing the organ on it. It is one of the Monkees' biggest and most recognizable hits (and their first of three #1 singles), Last Train to Clarksville, written by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart. In fact, on the actual The Monkees album, the only Monkee to appear on the song is lead vocalist Micky Dolenz, the rest of the music being played by Boyce and Hart's band, the Candy Store Prophets. But in what basically constitutes an early film of music video for the song, the Monkees are not only seen singing along to the track, but also playing the song in what seems to be pretty able form (at least for selling it on camera). Planes, trains, dune buggies, unicycles, jetpacks, motorcycles, carousel animals, and even the Monkeemobile are employed to sell the importance of transportation to the story of the song, even though it is just about a train.
When we return to the story proper, Mike says, "Well, I hate to inherit and run" but Ralph warns them that they may be stuck on the island due to the "foggy season". Mike questions when this might occur, and Ralph says, "It's hard to estimate, sir. I'd say, approximately, from 1820 to 1975." The boys are next seen staying the night and have switch to pajamas, and Peter gets the best outfit of them all: giant orange pajamas with a big blue bunny on the breast and an orange nightcap to match. The second they turn out the light, they hear rumbling and creaking and fog pours in through their open window. They turn it on, and decide to shoot fingers to decide who is going to keep watch. Standing in a circle, they throw their hands at each other, saying "1, 2, 3, shoot!" On the third try (I am not sure how they were determining who was chosen), a fifth hand appears... one that is fully covered in fur and has long claws!


A while later that night, the boys have managed to fall asleep, but then there is a loud gunshot noise. Mike waves it off as a car backfiring, but when the others ask him where, he says, "In the next room." They all freak out, and then hear another shot. They all start to run in circles, as Madame Roselle enters the room to announce she has had a vision that Kingsley will be shot in the next ten minutes. They tell her they just heard gunshots, and she looks at her watch and says it must be slow. In desperation, Micky uses his crazy inventing skills to reconfigure the telephone equipment to contact the outside world. He gets a man with a foreign accent, and possibly on a submarine, who can only answer "Yes, I do!" to every question, even the last one, "What's your location?" Roselle holds a seance, where they all join hands and try to reach the spirit of John Cunningham. Weirdly, she ends up on a party line, and after first reaching an answering service, she contacts the Ghost of Christmas Past instead, who insists on calling her Ebenezer. The lights suddenly go out, so Micky lights a match and holds it to the faces of everyone at the table. Mike, Davy, Ellie and Peter are still there... but no Madame Roselle remains. All five turn to the camera, and the Monkees say in unison, "She's gone!"


Peter twirls his hand in victory (Mike subtly makes sure the finger is not pointed in his direction), and when Ellie notices the villains are still alive, Davy lets her in on what has happened. He mentions that the noises were the three of them all along and that there is nothing to be afraid of anymore, not even ghosts. Suddenly, the booming voice of the Ghost of Christmas Past speaks from the top of the stairs: "Keep the Christmas spirit alive, Ebenezer!" The Monkees and Ellie scatter out of the mansion! Later, they tell a policeman the whole story and are given their leave, just as Kingsley comes to and starts to pester the police about which of his books they may have read. End credits.
I made a beef a couple of years ago about whether they should be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. While it would be really cool if they were, I also understand the arguments against it, even though there are criteria that have been used to get far less successful acts into the Hall that the Monkees completely meet. The chief thing holding them back is the notion – only partially wrongheaded – that they were a band solely created for a TV show, and that they didn't play their own instruments (which they did... eventually, and could from the start).

Which then made me realize that I don't really care how it plays with today's audience, because most of today's audience, even with the release of a new Monkees album, doesn't really know or even care about the Monkees anymore. Sure, the band will always pick up new fans along the way, but those are not the norm today. And unless the band hired me to promote them, why should I really be all that concerned about it anyway. Their legacy and reputation is their own concern (or not). I've got my own life to worry about now. My only stakes in continuing to follow a band from my youth is whether or not I still enjoy their music, and whether or not I can still watch a remarkably silly episode of an exactly 50-year-old television show and still get a similar feeling of enjoyment out of it that I did when I six or twelve or twenty-seven or forty.
And the answer is yes. Because I still love the Monkees. Sparkly eyes, sparkly eyes.
RTJ
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