Michael Doyle (Randy Quaid) is lying in a casket with his eyes wide open. He can’t be laying in the casket because he is dead.
The mortician says his eyes keep popping open. Since this is supposed to be a closed-casket service, he isn’t too worried about that. His assistant does that thing characters always do on TV — the thing where they move their whole hand down the face of the corpse, and afterward the eyes are closed. I’ve always been pretty dubious of that. Does the hand really get down in those eye sockets? Wouldn’t it be much simpler to do the 2-finger method?
It seems to work, at least for a while. As his daughter Kaitlin is saying a few dull, dull words at his service, the casket begins to rock. A few moments later, Doyle flips open the lid, sits up in the casket, and unsteadily climbs out.
His daughter is thrilled to see him and gives him a big hug. His wife Natalie just seems stunned, or maybe she had already used his insurance for a deposit on a Beemer [1]. BTW, kudos for him getting out to reveal a backless suit jacket. Is that how corpses are buried? What would be the reason? Doesn’t the family supply the suit? By that logic, why would he have pants at all? But it just feels right. Ezra Thornberry would be proud.
Natalie tells him this has given them a 2nd chance, and that she regrets that they were about to separate. He responds, “When I look at you, all I can see is the rotting flesh that is to come.” Hey, pal — you were the one buried without the benefit of formaldehyde!
At their first post-funeral family dinner, Doyle’s daughter is thrilled that her prayers were answered. She planned the meal with all his favorites. Unfortunately, when he takes a bite, he gags. Illustrating the general ineptness of this series, a point is made twice about the amount of garlic in the meal. Any genre fan would immediately interpret his reaction to the garlicky meal as indicating he was a vampire. Yet, there is no indication of vampirism before or after. Doyle even says his reaction is because the food tastes like dirt. I like that even though I could quibble that this is also off-base because he was never actually put in the ground. Bringing garlic into the scene, however, just muddles the story. Geez, the previous scene was an extended shot of him in a mirror. No one is thinking vampire!
Doyle just asks to left alone and goes out on the balcony to stare out at the city. After the gals go to sleep, he cuts up pictures, magazines, and wallpaper to make a collage of himself standing in a psychedelic landscape. When his daughter wakes up, he finally gets animated, telling her that is where he went when he died. Much like Season Six Buffy, he doesn’t understand why he was brought back from this paradise.
Doyle finally concludes that he was brought back from the dead to take Kaitlin back with him. To illustrate this, he adds a picture of her to the collage. The lousy quality of the YouTube video might be to blame, but the picture he uses looks much more like Natalie than Kaitlin. Doyle attempts to accomplish this by dragging his terrified daughter out onto the balcony. He pulls her up on the parapet of the building and they do a little cha cha as she screams in terror.
I have no particular fear of heights, but this scene really grabbed me. Whether it was Kaitlin’s performance, or Doyle’s bizarre actions, it truly was suspenseful. The series seems a little afraid to commit, so not surprisingly, Kaitlin is saved by her mother and Doyle falls to his 2nd death.
They tried something strange with his fall. It is one of the worst special effects I’ve ever seen, but I’m not sure if it might not have been intentional. It begins with him looking 2-dimensional like the picture in his collage, but it is a different pose (more of the series’ lack of focus — why use that effect and a different pose?). Then it becomes a really unnatural green-screen. They could have done more to tie this to the collage, but really it seemed pointless as it was.
There is a sort of twist at the end. It is an interesting cap to the story, but lacks any sort of shock, irony or relevance to the episode’s main theme.
Despite the bitching and moaning (mine, I mean), I did enjoy it. Seeing a young, healthy Randy Quaid was nice, and his daughter was good. Just some poor choices hold the episode back from living up to their performances.
Post-Post:
- [1] Technically Beemer refers to a motorcycle. The term for a BMW automobile is Bimmer.
- Natalie (Susan Gibney) played Leah Brahms on Star Trek TNG.
- Susan Gibney is fine as Natalie, but her daughter is really effective in some scenes. Strangely, even though she seems to be about 14, she dresses like a 1980’s MBA.
- OK, this was really only true on the close-ups, but seriously, she did wear the same clothes for days.
Vicki, Sara, Tim and other guy are trucking along for a camping weekend. Inexplicably, Sara pulls over to offer a ride to a hitchhiker. She thinks Andy the hitchhiker is cute, so maybe other guy is her brother. Or maybe Tim is her brother and other guy is just some other guy. I’m really not interested enough to diagram this out.

Harry and Mrs. Adams are cruising down the highway when they close in a police car creeping along at 48. Hey, that doesn’t mean a MAXIMUM of 50, you idiots! Oh, wait. Rather than move at this glacial pace for 10 miles, Harry rockets past them at 57 MPH.
Adams mouths off and Matthau orders him to follow the police car back to town. Unfortunately, the Adams car is stuck on the rocks. What luck, a tow truck shows up almost like this was planned.
At first I thought the beginning had been a cheat, but in reviewing it they were pretty slick on the dialogue. Kudos for not blatantly trying to trick the audience in the pre-VOD days. Also, at 39 episodes a year, how were there ever any reruns?
Even though Rod Serling is revered as a master writer in TV’s alleged golden age, and certainly was the creative force behind The Twilight Zone, some of the other contributors really could write circles around him. Maybe it was just the volume of scripts he was committed to cranking out. In just the first few seconds here I was amazed at how real these characters were, and at the little pieces of throwaway business. The papers on the desk, searching for a cigarette, a broken chair, a “circulation” pun, and use of the word gloomcookie.[1] Just great at establishing a world and two likable characters.
Andy knows the paper is unlikely to survive now that the big, bad Gazette has moved into town. Even worse, Andy is going to work for them. Jackie really chews him out, but Winter understands. After they leave, Winter compares that day’s Courier to the Gazette. Both have as their main story the mayor’s daughter winning a beauty contest. Only The Gazette suggests there might have been fraud involved. Frankly I would subscribe to The Gazette over The Courier too. The Gazette is also tarted up with more pictures and larger headlines like USA Today. Meanwhile The Courier’s front page looks as interesting and as doomed as a phonebook.
his flaming finger, we get the idea he might not be just another
Smith has a knack for having stories reported, written and typeset immediately after they happen or even sooner — a feat similar to current reporters who also use pre-written stories, although theirs are handed to them by politicians, lobbyists, activists, and corporate PR departments.
Smith goes on reporting tragic story after story, always minutes after they occur. He has rigged the linotype machine so that now any story it prints will come true in the future. He uses this to coerce Winter into giving his soul up earlier than planned. Winter outsmarts him with his own device, however, resulting in a happy ending for him and the newspaper; at least until the internet is invented.
Then to current-day Alaska. One of the reasons I clicked on this movie was the cover which had a nice, clean design and an attractive bluish tint. Holy crap did they go overboard with the blue tint. Think of the green tint in The Matrix — it was only subtly noticeable and you got used to it. This opening of this movie looks like it was shot through a bottle of Windex.
Ronnell is the first to notice that they are getting no cellphone service. Being a thousand miles from a cell tower might to be blame. Maybe they should have sprung for a satellite phone. Sadly, she is not the least respectable of the group. Stephen is a douche-bag determined to steal credit for the find.
And so the picking-off begins. But it is not as dreary and mechanical as one might fear. there are surprises and tentacles, teeth, and slime.