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I don't know how many times I've seen this episode of the Twilight Zone. It's not important anymore. I see it now on Hulu once a week, at the very least. I haven't learned the dialogue yet, but I'm close.
It was my favorite episode when I was a child in the 1980s. Our relationship with TV was very different back then because we couldn't demand anything. We watched what was on, and what was on was chosen by hidden people, and no requests could be made. Watching anything in reruns was a crap shoot; we never knew which episode of the Twilight Zone would come up. It was frustrating, but thrilling all at once. When a favorite episode came up, we would be thrilled and the day became special. Twilight Zone was one of the very few shows that received a marathon. Usually at Thanksgiving or New Years, channel five in LA would run twenty-four hours of Twilight Zone. It was that popular. I think only Gilligan's Island or I Love Lucy could claim such a distinction as a marathon. As I said, "Will the Real Martian Please Stand Up" was a favorite. It wasn't the best of the episodes, and it certainly wasn't the deepest. Two state troopers need to figure out which person of eight people might be a Martian. The ending is silly fun, and the moral somewhat bleak: events are inevitable, including very terrible ones.
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