It's always interesting to watch a decades old program with a story that takes place in the future, especially when that future has already passed! It might have seemed novel back in the Fifties that people would someday live into their one hundred twenty's, and even though it's still rare, it does happen with some frequency today. Personally, I have my sights set on the hundredth anniversary of Woodstock in 2169, which would put me at a hundred eighteen. If I make it, I'll post an addendum here.
All kidding aside though, this was a story with a somewhat predictable ending, and I'm not even talking about the wheelchair push off the pier that J. J. Bunce (Dick York) performed a couple of times. Because if you found someone willing to kill an elderly person in order to get them out of your life, the same could be done with you just as well some time down the road. Apparently that idea never occurred to John Treadwell (Henry Jones) when he decided he had enough of his mother-in-law (Elizabeth Patterson). The light bulb of recognition suddenly appears on his face when the reality hits, but I had to wonder about one thing. When would the same hint of recognition finally get to J. J. Bunce?
All kidding aside though, this was a story with a somewhat predictable ending, and I'm not even talking about the wheelchair push off the pier that J. J. Bunce (Dick York) performed a couple of times. Because if you found someone willing to kill an elderly person in order to get them out of your life, the same could be done with you just as well some time down the road. Apparently that idea never occurred to John Treadwell (Henry Jones) when he decided he had enough of his mother-in-law (Elizabeth Patterson). The light bulb of recognition suddenly appears on his face when the reality hits, but I had to wonder about one thing. When would the same hint of recognition finally get to J. J. Bunce?
