People smoke to past the time. Rod Serling loved his smokes, too. But when movie star Bunny Blake slips her latest "token-of-appreciation" on to her fourth digit, it has become clearly evident to all that something is amiss: the huge, gaudy gem on her finger has begun to stir and smoke, messages of desperation flickering across its stone's face. These cryptic waves of light and sound plot a collision course between two very different worlds: one of celebrity, one which isn't. Performing center stage is the clash of two titans: Hollywood versus Americana. I like the acting chemistry exhibited by the two sisters. Although they live completely different lives in the outside world, they have an unconditional love for one another. Their chats have a poignant and supportive feel to them. The smaller roles are handled well, especially the trooper. His final declaration is sincere, frantic and effortless in its delivery. In the end, Bunny Blake is a wayward traveler who commits a selfless act of kindness. Her exit--through the front door and into a needling rainstorm--signals a trip to a blissful thereafter. It rings so very true in a picnic grounds mapped-out in "The Twilight Zone."
Review of Ring-A-Ding Girl
