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Movie Summary  Short: The Selling Wizard:  An industrial about freezer space. (Despite an appealing package or quality of the product, it's not enough. You can't sell volume if the frozen product isn't easily identified, attractively displayed, and within buying reach.)  Movie: The Dead Talk Back:  Dumb. There's a loser named Henry Krasker working on ways to talk to people after they're dead, probably because no one will talk to him while they're alive. (Whoo! Good one!) He lives in a rooming house with a bunch of other losers, and one of the women is killed with a crossbow. With Krasker and a cop named Lewis sharing narration duties, everybody connected with the rooming house is questioned interminably. (They're all so depressing, you wouldn't be surprised if any of them were the killer, but it's impossible to care.) Anyway, there's a fake séance at the end with a friend of the murder victim pretending to be her come back to life, and some guy confesses. So the dead never do talk. It's just a dumb movie. — Paul Chaplin Host Segments  Prologue:  There's a fire drill on the SOL. Having no means of exit, they walk in circles, single file.  Segment 1:  Forrester tries pinpoint marketing with Nelson cigarettes: "For the spirit of Nelson in all of us." Mike is able to resist, although Crow tries to goad him into it: "Fine, smoking is bad and there's no other side to it. Real open-minded, Mike."  Segment 2:  Servo and Crow host a call-in radio show, The Dead Talk Back. They want dead people to call. They do. Kinda weird.  Segment 3:  With the whole crew as the Grateful Dead, Crow gets to be Captain Trips himself, and rillly stretches out a solo.  Segment 4:  Forrester wants to interrogate the SOL, but Frank spasmodically confesses and it gets weird. "I'm the best boy, Mummy...where s my puppy?"� Crow's still playing his solo.  Segment 5:  Mike reads a letter, Crow's still playing, Servo's interrupting, Gypsy shouts for a fire drill, it's crazy on the SOL! Forrester plays William Tell with Frank.  Stinger:  Woman screaming. Reflections Sorry if I didn't give you much detail on the movie. There actually is detail in the film, but each detail exists in perfect isolation, unconnected to any other detail. Like the most distant galaxies, they hurl away from each other and from the observer at ever-increasing rates of speed. What I'm saying is it's a bad movie. It's a bold statement, and I'll stand by it. The incompetence extends to the final credits, where character names are misspelled. "Fritz Krueger" comes out "Frits Kreuger" (I took four years of German in high school, so don't question me on this one); and then of course there's Sara "Stholl." Yep, this movie sthinks. Crow's guitar solo actually took some effort. Dave Sussman toyed around on the synthesizer, but the result was actually too good, and it didn't have that Jerry Garcia wah-wah sound. So Mike's friend Andy LaCasse came in with a guitar and a wah-wah pedal, and did a real nice job. I'm particularly fond of the sections that are simply scales going up and down. Very Garcia-ish. The song itself toys around with "I Know You Rider," "Bertha," and "Goin' Down the Road Feelin' Bad." There was a time in my life when I had long, stringy hair and I believed that any song the Grateful Dead had ever done was better than any song any other band had ever done. Now I realize that's not strictly true. — Paul Chaplin