Season 5 Episode 22: An Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge
Technically, I should not have nominated this.
This is a Rod Serling HoF, and wonderfully so. This. Is Presented by Rod Serling, something he saw at a French film Festival and he enjoyed it SOOO OH SO very much that he bought the rights to air it one time on his show. Ran back and put it on the very next show.
If I had remembered that when I chose it, as I see it, it wouldn't apply and would have, with regret, moved on to
Nothing in the Dark, which @
Takoma11 so wonderfully nominated herself. Thank You.
And I gotta be Buhh-lunt. I am giddy as
[email protected] -- too giddy to talk and be giddy, so. . . Imaginations: Fly.
It's one of those cinematic "seared into your conscious" things that you vividly remember from your kiddie-hood the very first time I saw this.
I haven't seen it since my late teens. But the impact that had spirited the outer branches of my imaginations, had awoken when I picked my noms became all-consuming.
Lemme tell ya about it
Ala Rod Serling: Picture, if you will, a young pre-adolescent. Cooped up in this brick-encased Institute of Learning, this blond-haired, wide-eyed Puck, accompanying the usual class-filled groan of boredom upon seeing the lumbering, chittering, one-eyed creature known as the Science Class Movie Projector.
This ill-welcomed contraption's appearance meant only one thing: a droning, mindless, soul-invasive textbook lesson courtesy of worn-out and scratched celluloid.
On this bright Spring day, in that shadowed classroom. Little Eddie Arseneault would be transported from the mind-numbing boredom that was his usual interaction into
the stuff of fantasy, the thread of imagination, the ingredients of The Twilight Zone.
Um, me gain: his itty bitty widdle mind go boom.
Because you see, there was no Rod Serling Intro. No cigarette, no verbal imaginations for your consideration. Just the short film, itself.
I remember there wasn't even any preamble beyond "Shut up, be quiet, not another sound, and I do NOT want to catch anyone going to sleep. Now, watch this and behave. Mr. Arseneault!
Sit down."
The final rapture of this experience was the lifetime since then to appreciate, even more; the simple poetic beauty of Director of Photography Jean Boffety. It was a visual sigh of pleasure.
That whole opening scene from behind trees is stuff I do when I take photos. I just love that sh#t.