A radio broadcast in the 30s is besieged by voodoo, thanks to an African artifact brought in to the studio as a prop, where anything that is mentioned, whether it be a torrential rainstorm, monkeys, the sound of drums, and tropical birds, by the actors in their parts across the microphones, come to pass—we watch as they deal with the challenges, continuing to stay in character while their boss celebrates the authenticity such voodoo brings to his broadcast. Played entirely for laughs, this episode is loaded with sight gags such as a rifle shooting by itself and a pitcher pouring milk into a bowl of bran flakes in mid air, the disbelief worn effectively on the faces of everyone in the studio. The game cast really liven up the silly material, and the way they continue to forward ahead despite the distractions, which are many, is quite amusing. The evocation of the period, back when radio was king, is beautifully conveyed on a low budget. 5/10
In "Personal Demons", Martin Balsam is novelist cursed with thirty years putting stories to paper on the typewriter than don't come from an original thought. He longs for some original material, and you know the old saying, "Be careful what you wish for " Soon dwarf little monsters in robes start following him, tearing up his home, and calling him on the phone! What do they want? Balsam asks this with great hope for them to leave him alone. They might just be that original thought he's been pining for. Manifested "demons" requesting to be unearthed from the great unknown, typed in form, ready for the consumption of others. I imagine a few of Stephen King's demons wound up on the Best Seller's List. Always good to see Balsam, even if in a minor, forgettable third wheel on a Twilight Zone hour. 5/10
In "Personal Demons", Martin Balsam is novelist cursed with thirty years putting stories to paper on the typewriter than don't come from an original thought. He longs for some original material, and you know the old saying, "Be careful what you wish for " Soon dwarf little monsters in robes start following him, tearing up his home, and calling him on the phone! What do they want? Balsam asks this with great hope for them to leave him alone. They might just be that original thought he's been pining for. Manifested "demons" requesting to be unearthed from the great unknown, typed in form, ready for the consumption of others. I imagine a few of Stephen King's demons wound up on the Best Seller's List. Always good to see Balsam, even if in a minor, forgettable third wheel on a Twilight Zone hour. 5/10