Oscar Reynolds collapsed on the tennis court committing not only a foot fault but an asphalt. I guess he had picked up a few bucks when still alive by selling his body to medical science. Ergo, 12 hours later his frozen corpse is being delivered to a lab. The doctors run him through the microwave and are able to bring him back to life.
He is understandably skeptical, but finally accepts that he is back from the dead. Unfortunately, the doctors tell him that he will die again in a couple of days. They just haven’t worked out all the bugs yet. In an unusual departure for Outer Limits, this miraculous scientific breakthrough is made by two guys working in a dark lab rather than one guy working alone in a dark lab.
After 13 hours, Dr. McCamber is ready to pull the plug. Dr. Houghton correctly points out there is no plug — the guy is alive. McCamber counters out that the life he has was forced on him. Well, welcome to the club, pal!
Oscar just wants to die. When Houghton points out that Oscar will go down in history, Oscar busts him for being more concerned about his own reputation. When Oscar has a seizure, McCamber implores him to just let the guy go. Oscar does indeed die despite Houghton’s efforts.
Houghton is mugged in the parking lot. After a struggle, he is shot. McCamber wastes no time dragging his dead ass back into the lab where he can be resurrected. When he awakens, his first thought is that he will soon re-die like Oscar did. McCamber drives him home where he hopes he can make up for years of neglect. The next day, instead of buying millions of dollars of life insurance, he takes his wife and daughter to the park. They then go out for a nice lunch. Out the window, Houghton sees the man that killed him.
That night he tracks the man down and kills him although I never understood that sort of brutal vengeance. Kneecaps . . . shoot him in the kneecaps! Because everyone dies thinking they didn’t spend enough time at the office, he goes back to the lab that night. McCamber tells him the previous revivals all failed because they were working on frozen stiffs. Houghton was fresh dead so he is actually recovering. So, good call on skipping the insurance premiums; not so much on murdering a man in front of witnesses.
He has a loving reunion with his wife for about two minutes. In an ending more like the 1960s Twilight Zone, the police show up and haul Houghton away. They tell him he could spend the rest of his life in jail.
It was a good story with a great premise mostly supported by the usual Outer Limits quality production. It felt like a little bit of a slog at times, though. The most interesting thing was seeing Stephen Lang much younger than he was in Avatar and much, much younger than he was in Don’t Breathe.
Post-Post:
- A strange week when The Hitchhiker is more interesting than The Outer Limits.
- Sadly, unable to work in Short Happy Life of Dr. Charles McCamber reference.
Irving Randall is in a poker game with 3 co-workers. Well, 2 co-workers and his jerk of a boss. His boss Smalley goads him into betting over his head, not with it. He loses big. On the way home, he is stopped by a cop for walking alone at such a late hour. The cop warns him this neighborhood is not safe at night.
suit. He asks, “How can I be sure the cash is mine?” The detective says, “Because he was caught exactly 3 blocks from where you were mugged, running like the devil was chasing him. That’s what I meant by real evidence.” Well, that is pretty fishy, but not exactly conclusive.
and especially offensive to me, hair — just a huge shock of tall, thick, upswept hair. The bastard.
The next morning, Irving has to stop by Smalley’s apartment to pick up some papers. He finds Smalley roughed up with a band-aid on his chin. He was robbed by some kid of $92. Irving finally feels some relief with the confirmation that the kid was a crook after all, and he didn’t steal money from an innocent person to cover his own shame at losing the money in a card game.
Dr. Molstad is showing a journalist [1] around his clinic where he studies people who have no emotions. A little girl is licked by a puppy and doesn’t want to wash up. A little boy is treated to a concert by a piccolo-playing clown and isn’t screaming in terror. Molstad says they have Alexithymia, which is an actual condition.
As they observe, Beth eats lunch and watches TV after the operation. There seems to be no change at all. Then Molstad sees her eyeing the TV remote. “She wants to change the channel. She’s bored with it, dissatisfied.” I feel her pain. He is ecstatic as she changes the channel. “She expressed a desire!”
Molstad says the emotion chip is a failure. Considering Beth’s emotional reaction to that assessment, he is either right or wrong and I firmly stand by that conclusion. That night Kevin cooks her dinner and pours her wine. As they start to get more horizontal, she again sees the aliens and they drag her away to their spaceship for a different kind of probe. Or maybe the
Kevin and Joan come back and Beth sees them smooching. She over-hears them discussing how they were gaslighting her because they had developed a rival emotion chip that could be worth billions. She grabs the operating table from the UFO and rams Kevin and Beth right out the window. It is laughable that the table was fast enough and had the mass to push two adults to their death. On the other hand, it was satisfying and pretty awesomely shot. Beth’s reaction is no reaction.
The episode opens with the same type of pointlessly specific title cards that Hitchcock aficionados will recognize from Psycho. Blackheath . . . near London . . . October 23, 1903 . . . 7:20 PM.
This episode uses one of the oldest tropes on TV — the pseudo-supernatural event that is staged, and occurs despite the unexpected absence of the perpetrators. Not only is this lazier than I expect from AHP, it breaks with their tradition of non-supernatural episodes. I can think of only
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The doctor says the 12-hour hallucination is due to a spider-bite. We can judge it for ourselves as the doctor didn’t feel the need to bandage the gaping 4 inch wound on Virgil’s arm. Another spider got into the ship and found the Governor as scrumptious as she found herself. It doesn’t have the cocooning skills of an Alien or me on a long weekend, but has webbed itself to her neck and is controlling her autonomic functions such as heart-rate and corruption. It is an effective shot as she begs to have it removed.