Toomorrow (1970) (part 8 of 10)

Olivia pulls Observer aside and asks him if he would think someone who said they’d been on an alien spacecraft was a nutter. He says no.

Caption contributed by Mark

”Mr. Dotrice, you’ve been in the business a while. How do you get a terrible movie off your resume?”

Meanwhile a report comes over the radio, saying that the college’s administration has agreed to the students’ demands after all, thanks to Matt. Now, something was bothering me earlier, which was that Olivia was calling him “Matt” and “Matthew” but the principal called him “Mr. Matthew.” So, what, is his name Matthew Matthew? Well, according to the radio news report, the answer is—yes! I’ll bet I know who his chiropractor is, too.

With this rather anticlimactic, off-screen resolution of the “B” plot, all that’s left is to go prep for the Festival. They offer to let Observer get in by being their road manager. When Observer asks what this entails, Karl says, “Nothing.” Haha, I’ll bet that zinged… someone.

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Mark "Scooter" Wilson

Mark is a history guy, a graphics guy, a guy for whom wryly cynical assessments of popular culture are the scallion cream cheese on the toasted everything bagel of life. He spends his time teaching modern history at Brooklyn College, pondering the ancient Romans at the CUNY Graduate Center, and conjuring maps and illustrations for ungrateful bankers at various Manhattan monoliths. Readers are welcome to guess at reasons why he's nicknamed Scooter, with the proviso that all such submissions are guaranteed to be rather more interesting than the truth. Mark lives in the Midwood section of Brooklyn with a happy-go-lucky, flop-eared dog named Chiyo who is probably, at this very moment, waiting patiently for her walkies.

Multi-Part Article: Toomorrow (1970)

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