Land of Shadow and Substance: Third From The Sun

Land of Shadow and Substance – Third From The Sun – (1/8/60)

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone. – Rod Serling (Season one introduction)

Third From The Sun, a story written by Richard Matheson, is a science fiction tale playing on the American / Russian cold war mentality of the 1950’s-60’s era that is just as chilling now as it was when the it first appeared, reinforcing realization of just how dangerous a time it truly was, and how close we had come to potential oblivion.

Another little detail about this episode is that it contains a flaw, something basically unheard of with Serling who took pride in accuracy and rarely made mistakes, especially when it came to science. Nonetheless, an inaccuracy slipped through the cracks. With Mars being closest to us, at a well-known distance in the neighborhood of thirty-four million miles away, how could another planet be only eleven million miles? Of course, being fiction, the inaccuracy truly doesn’t matter nor hamper the episode in any way, and it’s the use of various lenses, odd filming angles, suspenseful soundtrack and the lingering cold war fears that drive this episode.

Entering a highly guarded, fenced and secured, secret government base, we meet William Sturka (Fritz Weaver), a hydrogen armament engineer, and in his face it’s obvious that he is a troubled. Before going into the building, he stops to take a smoke break, where he is soon joined by unctuous government official Carling (Edward Andrews). His watchful actions closely resemble that of the KGB as he discusses, with some warped sense of pride, an impending nuclear first strike on an undisclosed enemy within the next forty-eight hours. Sturka doesn’t share his philosophy and is cautious to not allow the crony to know his deepest thoughts. After the brief conversation, Sturka leaves and Carling monitors his departure, obviously pondering what he may be considering.

At home that evening, Sturka’s daughter Jody (Denise Alexander) notices the worry strewn across his face and questions it, explaining that she too, along with her friends, can’t help but feel that something horrible is in the air; something unexplained yet terrifying. Afterward, while alone, Sturka tells his wife Eve (Lori March) of the impending forty-eight deadline, touching on their planned escape with close friends Jerry Riden (Joe Maross), a test pilot capable of flying experimental crafts, and wife Ann (Jeanne Evans).

Riden, who also caught wind of the deadline, visits to discuss increasing their departure timeframe. In Struka’s basement, under the guise of fixing Riden’s perfectly good watch, Struka purposely turns on a drill to mask discussion from prying ears. And, it’s a good thing he did, for Carling was spying just outside the window.

While playing cards later that evening, after the women go to kitchen to get refreshments, Struka and Riden quietly discuss final plans. Riden shows him a trigonometric sketch of their destination, eleven million miles away. In a most suspenseful scene rivaling Hitchcock and shot upward through the glass top table, with Carling paying a surprise visit, both Struka and Riden throw off their plotting scent by discussing who owes what in the card game. Carling picks up the piece of paper off the table and looks over the score sheet, unaware that the sketch is clearly visible on the back.

Between Carling’s visit and a follow up telephone call ordering Sturka to report back to work, the couples make haste and immediately implement their escape plan. At the military base’s gate, Carling is there and draws his gun, intent on taking the two men to the proper authorities. A tussle ensures, Carling is knocked unconscious and all get away, ending up alongside a craft that uncannily resembles a flying saucer. After fending off a couple more guards, everyone is aboard and the craft takes off into outer space.

Now hurtling through space, in the cockpit resembling a control room, both Struka and Riden discuss prior monitored radio signals coming from their potential destination, distinguishing that the planet they are traveling to is inhabited by intelligent life; people similar to themselves. They both turn to look at a radar screen, each hoping that Earth will graciously accept them.

Next time – I Shot An Arrow Into The Air

Want more of horror writer Thomas Scopel & his alter ego sinful clown Wee Wille Wicked? Visit his blog at http://stayingscared.blogspot.com, where you can download his free mobile app.
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Thomas Scopel has explored the dark, demented, and gruesome his whole life, beginning at a young age with Pittsburgh’s Chiller Theater. He has penned and published many reviews, articles and short stories, as well as two novellas. At press time, he is currently in the midst of editing his first full length novel for Suspense Publishing, submitting a few tales elsewhere, and chopping through other various blood infused projects that most would probably prefer to read with the lights on. Also known as Wee Willie Wicked, a sinful, malicious clown who takes pleasure in fear and also writes, usually finding solace in covering frightening film reviews for Horror News Net, one thing’s for certain, this horror writer has no shortage of drive.

Land of Shadow and Substance: Third From The Sun

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About Wee Willie Wicked

Wee WillieWith the seeds firmly planted in his mind by Pittsburgh's Chiller Theatre, Thomas Scopel found the weekly scares he desired. After obtaining a degree and working in the engineering field and constantly feeling the writing itch, he pursued it, becoming a correspondent at the Daytona Beach News Journal. This scratched the itch, but left only raised, bloody, horror aspirating welts on his flesh and he converted to horror fiction.

Since entering the macabre he has been published in various horror based publications and his alter ego, an evil clown named Wee Willie Wicked, was born. His tales include: The Pumpkin Patch, Lickety Split, While You Sleep, All the Creatures Were Stirring…Even the Mouse, The Eight Legs of Night, The Argument, A Cup of Sugar, The Horrors of Easter, Don't Forget the Fingers: A Guide to the Perfect Zombie Family Picnic, Welcome, The Christmas Help, and more.

He has written two novellas, Twitch and The Daily Death – How I Killed My Co-Workers In 30 Days, a collection of macabre fictional death tales.

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