It’s hard to understand, to truly grasp, 60 years later, in a world largely shaped by TWILIGHT ZONES beats, how innovative and groundbreaking, and frightening, and wondrous, this show was to a generation, just starting to take real strides into exploring what lies beyond. Written by Richard Matheson and directed by Douglas Heyes, and starring Orson Welles favorite actress from the Mercury Studio’s days, the great Agnes Moorehead.
I don’t know of an actress of the period who could have carried this episode as well then, I scarecely can think of any one now.
All involved, working together to imbue what should be ludicrous with true dread and nail biting suspense and horror. Moorehead in a wordless snarling, unglamarous, terrified, wretched, and enraged performance, a vulnerable, naked, egoless performance, is largely the whole show here, and with typical gorgeous Twilight Zone cinematography, by George T. Clemens, and compelling music by Jerry Goldsmaith, she sells it, making this one of THE TWILIGHT ZONE’s best episodes.
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