“In the year 2050, Earth was invaded by a humanoid race called The Hing. For six years a hard and grinding war was fought. At its conclusion, we were forced to agree that The Hing would retain control the land they already won.”
So wait, we were “forced” to agree, suggesting humanity was losing the war and accepted this compromise to avoid being eradicated. But The Hing only demanded control of land already won? Frankly, that’s a pretty sweet deal for humanity. Quit yer bellyaching!
A young couple runs through the woods wearing camo. They break through the treeline and see the NYC-ish city of Ark-Angel across the river. They seem relieved, but that river is the size of the Hudson, so they aren’t out of the woods yet. Well, literally, but not figuratively. A Hing catches them, but he has a severe reaction when the woman exposes him to her toxic blood. The same thing happened at Altamont when Keith Richards got a paper cut on some Zig Zags. At least, that’s how I heard it.
That was a well-done intro. Inside a bar named Heaven, the episode scores even more points by introducing Nathen Fillion as the lead, and Robbie Chong along side him. He is the manager of the hotel which is a Casablancaesque crossroads where Hing and Human have an uneasy peaceful coexistence. The Russkis also hang out there, in case there wasn’t enough tension; or alcoholics.
The woman from the intro enters the bar. Immediately, one of The Hing starts hitting on her. Wow, they really are humanoid — he’s better looking than me! At least Star Trek gave their aliens f***ed up foreheads. Fillion puts her on the spot by saying she is in the bar to audition as a singer. Luckily, she is able to flawlessly belt out a tune since voice and music lessons are often available during apocalyptic alien invasions.
She and the guy ask Fillion for a scout ship that he has for some reason. I’m sure it was explained, but I fell asleep multiple times trying to finish the episode, and I feel like I’ve done my duty. He leads them to the white ship which is cleverly hidden . . . in a field, visible from miles away even at night. Maybe he had the valet bring it around. Again, I just couldn’t keep my eyes open.
This is the episode that broke me in September 2019. It just seemed too awesome. It had the always-entertaining Nathan Fillion, which should made made the episode. It was a spin on Casablanca, but with no French people. Fillion earned his pay by putting his spin on lines sometimes genuinely clever, and sometimes elevated by his delivery. It had a good opening, and I thought I was unworthy to comment on such a great hunk of TV.
I must not have finished the episode. This was the biggest disappointment since the broadcast TV version of Blazing Saddles. [1] Despite having so much going for it, and even with a classic movie to felch filch from, they just couldn’t fill the hour. Oh, how they tried. It zipped along like a glacier. There were 2 — count ’em 2 — full songs sung by the girl whose name I still don’t know (of the songs or the girl). Much as I like Nathan Fillion, the lengthy chest-kissing scene with sidal nudity is soul-crushing. The episode ends with an absurdly staged gunfight which introduces slow-motion more drawn out than a Snyder Cut.
My recollection is that this series of Outer Limits rarely got your adrenaline flowing, but they were always solid. Sadly, a few good quips couldn’t save this one. There is just nothing here. Go watch Firefly or Dr. Horrible instead.
[1] OK, no Blazing Saddles at the link. Actually, the TV version of Cameron Diaz’s line would have been a better choice.






The scene with the reincarnation expert is intended to be the comedy portion of the show. Really, it is mostly a series of non-sequiturs spouted by the expert such as “Epictetus came back as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Cicero returned as Gladstone” and so on. There seems to be no effort to connect the pairs and, of course, there is not a peon or a serf in the bunch. However, he also mentions that Lord Byron was reincarnated as a tiger and the proof was a physical deformity: The tiger was “lame” and Byron had a “club foot”. I suspect there are more woke ways to say that, but I shant waste a second looking for them. OK, this was actually a pretty good scene, but it did feel like a squandered opportunity. [3]
Louise prepares a cat-meal fit for a maestro while Edward goes out to build up the fire. He smiles for the first time maybe ever as he pitches something into the fire. When she calls the cat to eat, he does not come. However, Edward comes in and his hands are covered in bloody claw-marks. Louise grabs a knife and advances on a terrified Edward. A different cat enters their house through an open window.
He takes the bits of paper to Security Chief 
The clerk worries when Ernie pulls out a pistol. He orders the clerk to clean out the cash drawer and the safe. Sadly, unlike my favorite YouTube videos, the clerk does not take the gun from him and whip his ass. Ernie takes the bag of cash and leaves peacefully. He does not seem to be a professional since he does not have the classic round bag with a dollar sign on it, and also he drops a hotel key by the door.