Flight 107 out of Buffalo arrives safely at its destination, but there's one problem: there's no-one on board. Federal Aviation Agency investigator Grant Sheckly (Harold J. Stone) tries to unravel the mystery and, when all other possibilities have been ruled out, comes to the conclusion that the plane doesn't really exist, proving his theory by putting his hand in the spinning propellor, at which point the aircraft disappears!
What the hell is going on? Well, it eventually turns out that Sheckly has lost his marbles, having tormented himself for years for not being able to figure out what happened to a DC-3 that vanished mid-flight almost two decades earlier.
The mystery of Flight 107 is an engaging one, and the revelation that the plane is imaginary is certainly unexpected (the tension as his hand approaches the propellor blade is great), but the twist -- that Sheckley has finally flipped -- is a bit of a letdown. I was hoping for something a little more original and imaginative from Serling given just how weird the set up was.
What the hell is going on? Well, it eventually turns out that Sheckly has lost his marbles, having tormented himself for years for not being able to figure out what happened to a DC-3 that vanished mid-flight almost two decades earlier.
The mystery of Flight 107 is an engaging one, and the revelation that the plane is imaginary is certainly unexpected (the tension as his hand approaches the propellor blade is great), but the twist -- that Sheckley has finally flipped -- is a bit of a letdown. I was hoping for something a little more original and imaginative from Serling given just how weird the set up was.