Suddenly this thing notices Shatner looking at it. Shatner sees the creature again and again. Of course, she sees nothing and tries her best to calm Shatner down. ![]() ![]() It appears to be tearing metal off of the wing.įreaked out, Shatner buzzes for the stewardess and demands she look out the window. At one point he looks out the window and sees something on the wing of the plane. Shatner is a nervous wreck and clearly terrified. His psychiatrist makes him fly to face his fears. Shatner was a pilot, or something like a pilot, and he’d had a nervous breakdown while flying. Horror film directors take note, suspense should build, not bore.* The suspense that director Richard Donner builds up in the moments before the climatic “unveiling” of the gremlin is exquisitely painful. *This episode of the Twilight Zone should be required viewing for cinema students. I could give you an actual summary of the plot, but what I’d rather do is give you the show’s story as understood by the seven-year old me. The episode I watched was called Nightmare at 20,000 Feet. Now Shatner only made two episodes for the series and one was about a fortune-telling machine. Not because she was soft, but I honestly think the sniffing was driving her crazy.)īut the incident that I remember the most clearly, as if it had only happened yesterday, was the William Shatner episode of the Twilight Zone. After a couple of weeks of this my mother relented. (Mainly though the type of blackmail that only a child can come up with I would sit colouring my JQ colouring book and sniff back imaginary tears. ![]() It took me ages to convince my mother that I could start watching this show again. I adored this program and had a Johnny Quest puzzle and colouring book. The Johnny Quest cartoon banning was the most painful. The peg legged killer on Get Smart (I wrote about that in my previous post), and an episode of Johnny Quest that had to do with an “invisible” monster made up of electricity and rage. Other television program related incidents are equally memorable. To this day, I do not as a rule call any female person a broad, unless of course they annoy me then all bets are off. Not because it gave me nightmares, but because I found it hysterically funny when Dick Martin called a woman a “broad.” My imitation of this feminine nickname ended with me getting my mouth washed out with soap and being banned from watching the show for a year. Once I was banned from watching Rowan and Martin‘s Laugh-In. I was continually banned from watching certain shows on the telly. A nightly occurrence that usually ended with me screaming hysterically for either Mom or Dad or the both of them, I am sure that both my parents gave a heart-felt sigh of relief when the nightmares became less vocal.*Įven though I had a huge imagination, television could be counted on to aid and abet my fertile thinking ground. * Of course the door being closed did not prevent me from having nightmares. ![]() Only that if the door was closed by either one of my parents, it could not get out and I could sleep in relative peace. I replied that I too had a closet monster, but unlike Marilyn, I can’t remember what it was that lived in the closet. I pushed the event to the back of my mind until Marilyn over at Serendipity commented on my post with her story of the Fantasia dinosaurs who lurked in her closet when she was about 4. While writing about an experience I had with my over-active imagination I remembered another incident where television scarred me for life. Stewardess! May I have a dry pair of pants, please?
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