“Tonight’s story on The Twilight Zone is somewhat unique and calls for a different kind of introduction. This, as you may recognize, is a map of the United States, and there’s a little town there called Peaksville. On a given morning not too long ago, the rest of the world disappeared and Peaksville was left all alone. Its inhabitants were never sure whether the world was destroyed and only Peaksville left untouched or whether the village had somehow been taken away. They were, on the other hand, sure of one thing: the cause. A monster had arrived in the village. Just by using his mind, he took away the automobiles, the electricity, the machines - because they displeased him - and he moved an entire community back into the dark ages - just by using his mind. Now I’d like to introduce you to some of the people in Peaksville, Ohio. This is Mr. Fremont. It’s in his farmhouse that the monster resides. This is Mrs. Fremont. And this is Aunt Amy, who probably had more control over the monster in the beginning than almost anyone. But one day she forgot. She began to sing aloud. Now, the monster doesn’t like singing, so his mind snapped at her, turned her into the smiling, vacant thing you’re looking at now. She sings no more. And you’ll note that the people in Peaksville, Ohio, have to smile. They have to think happy thoughts and say happy things because once displeased, the monster can wish them into a cornfield or change them into a grotesque, walking horror. This particular monster can read minds, you see. He knows every thought, he can feel every emotion. Oh yes, I did forget something, didn’t I? I forgot to introduce you to the monster. This is the monster. His name is Anthony Fremont. He’s six years old, with a cute little-boy face and blue, guileless eyes. But when those eyes look at you, you’d better start thinking happy thoughts, because the mind behind them is absolutely in charge. This is the Twilight Zone.”
In this very special episode, we’re joined by writer and improviser Mikey McCollor as we watch Season 3, Episode 8 “It’s a Good Life”
In this iconic episode, 6-year-old Anthony Fremont has infinite god-like powers and also happens to be a worthless piece of shit asshole. We discuss empathy, what we would do with god-like powers, and the sorts of fears that come along with living an oppressed life.
Mikey is a very funny person and you can and should follow him on Twitter @MikeyMcCollor
Just finished watching the first season of Leverage. Here are things I liked, in no particular order: –None of the characters is conventionally good-looking, not even Sophie, really, although she’s very good at putting on the glamour when a job requires it. –Their hacker guy is a black guy who grew up in the foster system and talks street. –Their “hitter” pretty much never uses weapons, and the show doesn’t seem very interested in violence. Eliot just disarms people as quickly and efficiently as possible. –Yeah, Nate has some problems, there. –Mark Sheppard. *heart eyes* –They had an episode with religious themes that was well-informed, smart, and avoided stereotypes. –I kind of love Parker. I want to introduce her to Natasha Romanov so they can wear schlubby clothes, eat ice cream, and talk shit about Bucky and Eliot. –I definitely love that Hardison has feelings for Parker. True story: The guy who plays Nate’s evil former boss, Ian Blackpoole, is played by Kevin Tighe. Kevin Tighe was one of the two co-stars of the show Emergency! from the 1970s, along with Randolph Mantooth. Tighe, a conventionally handsome, fair-haired guy, and Mantooth, a skinny black-haired Native American, played paramedics. They were among my first tv crushes (I think they tied for second after Billy Mumy on Lost in Space), and I think I kind of slashed them? without really knowing what that meant? I just really liked seeing them together, just as I liked seeing those two boys who were best friends in my class together, one blond and blue-eyed, the other black-haired and Chinese. Forty years later and I still recognized Tighe’s face and his name. Ah, the fannish loves of childhood.