Did I forget what the original Twilight Zone was like? Are my memories of loneliness, terror, cruel irony and remorseless cosmic comeuppance just romanticizing an old TV show? Because this series is becoming more predictably lame than the dark days of Ray Bradbury Theater. I thought it was impossible for the narrator to be more miscast than Charles Aidman. This new guy, though, has the edgy menace of an NPR host.

I like them french fried potaters.
The insufferably twee narrator introduces us to young Danny who lives in a trailer with his mother. There is a glimmer of hope as Danny puts a toy boat in a stream “and follows a trail just to see where it goes. But today that trail will lead Danny through a private reserve which lies just inside the borders of the twilight zone.”
Unfortunately, the narrator foreshadows the utter banality to come by speaking in the chirpy tones usually reserved for giddily introducing yet another goddamn segment on cowboy poets.
They even jerk us off — sorry, this has taken an ugly turn — by having the toy boat go through a strange white mist. Is anything done with this? Of course not.
Danny encounters a man walking though the woods dressed like Sling Blade. The immaculate long pants and fully buttoned shirt should be a little disconcerting. However, the man’s gentleness and the insipid score ensure no suspense is created.
After a sad conversation about Danny and his mother, Danny invites the man to dinner. We get an idea what the man — named Scout — is up to when he mesmerizes a deer and makes it disappear. They have a nice dinner where the scariest thing is a spilled glass of water. Danny has a new friend, Mom is starting to take a liking to this new fella, and all is right with the world.
I’m not sure if this happiness was to set up the next scene, or if I’m just getting tired. It is pretty creepy, though. The next day, Scout meets Danny at the trailer. Scout invites Danny to go exploring. Danny says his mother told him to stay there until she got home. Scout says, “I talked to your mother” and Danny skeptically says “You did?” Scout says they’re all going to have dinner at his house, and they walk off onto the woods. In fact, it is so chillingly creepy that I’m not sure that was their intention.
Dull story short, Scout is an alien (and based on that last scene, should be on To Catch a Predator) collecting specimens of earth life. He is going to take Danny, but the thought of his own family makes him change his mind.
After a brief detour last week where TZ knocked off a teenage girl, it is back to the sappy vibe that sank this run of the series. It’s like if Henry Bemis remembered the spare glasses in his coat pocket.
Despite the episode being a stain on the TZ franchise, I must say the performances were all very good. There was nothing wrong with the script that a different script couldn’t fix.[1] Just the tone was entirely wrong.
Pfft:
[1] The script was fine for what it wanted to do; I just mean, a different story.
Carl goes to a Halloween party thrown by his friend Bob. He is quickly busted by Bob because he was not invited. Seems Carl just got a divorce and Bob’s wife decided Carl should not be invited. Bob might be costumed as Lincoln, but he sure lacks Abe’s backbone.
Carl goes into the kitchen and hurls a pumpkin against the wall. He is witnessed by another guest in leather thigh-highs, platinum hair, and a plain white cat-like mask. She overheard Bob & Linda, and sides with Team-Bob, which is a warning sign right there. Bob asks what she is dressed as. She answers, “a body-bag . . . a synthetic shell with a corpse inside.” It might not read like much, but it is a beautiful response in context. Kudos.
They have the sex. At Carl’s suggestion, they leave the masks on. There is gratuitous nudity of Carl’s butt and appropriate nudity of Molly’s boobs. She tells him to really go at it and take his aggression out on her, but all he really does is some enhanced humping. That’s enough for Carl to get a little girly, remove his mask and blurt out his real name and occupation. It only takes about 2 minutes before he is his old violent self. Granted, in those 2 minutes, he did find her collection of sawed-off human faces, so maybe this time he is justified.
C’mon, who doesn’t love Joe Pantoliano?
Stan wraps up tonight’s show by talking to a regular caller who is having a breakdown. The man is distraught over his body being occupied by a parasitic alien. Stan advises the caller to put himself out of his misery. The man misunderstands and temporarily puts himself in more misery as he pulls out a lighter and goes up like a Vietnamese monk in the radio station parking lot. As he dies, Stan witnesses a glowing alien emerge from the body and zoom off.
Not a lot going on here. OK, some humans are possessed by aliens. Where’s the suspense like in The Thing? Where is the mystery like Invasion of the Body Snatchers? Where is the futile chase like
Sir Richard Musgrave, Chairman of Consolidated Trust, is about to board a ship. A photographer is eager to take his picture, so he must be a big shot. He is going back to South Africa after a few years away. The photographer says there must have been a lot of changes. I don’t know about 1960 but I think now, yeah, he might detect some differences.
Musgrave paces his cabin like it’s the Promenade Deck, waiting for the man. He opens the door to see if the man is in the hall. We see that Musgrave is in Cabin 25. Wait, so the dude is right next door? He also notices a newspaper article has been slipped under his door. The article slows a picture of the man with a caption identifying him as Jan Vander Klaue. The story says he was “a prospector beaten and left for dead in
Musgrave’s argument to JVK is that while he 1) beat him almost to death, 2) stole his money, 3) turned that cash into a fortune while never kicking anything back to JVK’s family, 4) married and had his own fine family, 5) outlasted the Statute of Limitations . . . it would just be, well, embarrassing if JVK were to bring this up. Oh my word, what would the other Lords and Ladies think? How gauche!
The next morning, Musgrave is so consumed by guilt and the liquor is so consumed by him, that he throws himself overboard. There are several witnesses, though. Lifesavers are thrown after the Skittles prove ineffective. 400 pound JVK / Keyser standing nearby even leaps in the water to save him. There is a struggle, as often happens in rescuing a drowning victim. They don’t usually put their foot on your head and drown you, though. It is not clear who was doing the killing — I think they used some stunt-bellies to make it ambiguous.