Rosswell G. Flemington owns a model ship company and loves everything nautical. That's not his problem however: he likes everything to be loud. He speaks at the top of his lungs, bellowing commands to his staff. He plays his phonograph records - his favorites include the sound of jets flying off the deck of the USS Hornet - as loud as possible, something that leads his wife to leave him. He's not prepared for what happens to him in the Twilight Zone however. Written by
Flemington implies that Lord Admiral Nelson lost an arm and an eye at Trafalgar. This was the battle where Nelson lost his life, he had already lost the arm and eye many years earlier. See more »
This is Roswell G. Flemington, two hundred and seventeen pounds of gristle, lung tissue and sound decibels. He is, as you have perceived, a noisy man, one of a breed who substitutes volume for substance, sound for significance, and shouting to cover up the readily apparent phenomenon that he is nothing more than an overweight and aging perennial Sea Scout whose noise-making is in inverse ratio to his competence and his character. But soon our would-be admiral of the fleet ...
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This could have been the abyss of the greatest TV show ever (but A Thing About Machines is worse). Simply too painful to watch. Yet another grossly unsympathetic man with a silly name, but this one is bad enough to make Mr Bevis or Julius Moomer look like great icons. A wretchedly silly and boring entry. I've never seen such an unconvincing or downright bad central performance. Every line he struts and frets fails to reach the heights of ham or cod acting. I am aware that John McGiver was an otherwise very accomplished character actor, having seen him in many films. Just as I'm aware that Rod Serling was a great writer, but this utter rubbish is best forgotten.
Don't be like me and go looking for a message in this trash. Please look elsewhere in the Twilight Zone.
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