This episode has the thinnest plot of any Hitchcock Presents episode I have ever seen. Without any doubt, the fact that it was submitted by Ray Bradbury is the only reason that it was produced. The first few minutes provided an interesting set-up, despite the scene of the man plunging to his death (it was an embarrassingly phony shot of a mannequin being thrown out of a building). As the episode progressed, I had an overwhelming feeling of 'who cares?'
Jo Van Fleet's Mrs. Shrike was merely a caricature and the fact that the temperature was stifling was beat to death to the point of unreality. When Shrike's husband returns at the end, I find it hard to believe that any viewer would really care what happened next. Thirty minutes wasted.
Jo Van Fleet's Mrs. Shrike was merely a caricature and the fact that the temperature was stifling was beat to death to the point of unreality. When Shrike's husband returns at the end, I find it hard to believe that any viewer would really care what happened next. Thirty minutes wasted.