Re: What are currently your 3 fave episodes of The Twilight Zone and w
To Serve Man
Respectfully submitted for your perusal: a Kanamit. Height: a little over nine feet. Weight: in the neighborhood of three hundred and fifty pounds. Origin: unknown. Motives? Therein hangs the tale, for in just a moment we're going to ask you to shake hands, figuratively, with a Christopher Columbus from another galaxy and another time. This is the Twilight Zone.
First time I saw it was with a bunch of friends. We were drinking and having a good time. I'd bought around a couple of videos. First we watched To Serve Man, then we watched the movie They Live! which also kept us in that paranoid-about-the-aliens mood. Anyway, after that finished we flicked back to the TV where Flying High (known to those in the US as Aeroplane) was on. We were watching it casually when all of a sudden that guy runs on set holding the "To Serve Man" book and screaming "IT'S A COOKBOOK!!". We were flabbergasted. Just a really weird bit of synchronicity.
Nightmare at 20,000 feet.
Portrait of a frightened man: Mr. Robert Wilson, thirty-seven, husband, father, and salesman on sick leave. Mr. Wilson has just been discharged from a sanitarium where he spent the last six months recovering from a nervous breakdown, the onset of which took place on an evening not dissimilar to this one, on an airliner very much like the one in which Mr. Wilson is about to be flown home - the difference being that, on that evening half a year ago, Mr. Wilson's flight was terminated by the onslaught of his mental breakdown. Tonight, he's traveling all the way to his appointed destination, which, contrary to Mr. Wilson's plan, happens to be in the darkest corner of the Twilight Zone.
The Shat was really great in this. The goblin looks shithouse, but who cares, it's a great bit of classic television that had me on the edge of my seat the first time I saw it.
After these 2, the others in my list are always changing. Currently it's..
King Nine Will Not Return
Enigma buried in the sand, a question mark with broken wings that lies in silent grace as a marker in a desert shrine. Odd how the real consorts with the shadows, how the present fuses with the past. How does it happen? The question is on file in the silent desert. And the answer? The answer is waiting for us in the Twilight Zone.
Just a great errie Mary Celeste type piece, with a twist at the end. Really atmospheric.