I really enjoyed this episode, it feels like the first chapter of a book.
I got a bit confused about Devin Stacy's power, mainly triggered by a comment by Alasdair in the outro about The Thing In The Mountain (TTITM) "looking at Stacy" and it sent me down a rabbit hole of trying to work out which way the story should be read.
In that second before the end of it I had looked down at the mountaintop five miles below our feet, and something vast had looked back at me, and seen me. It had seen me very well, and it had smiled.
My view of Stacy's power was that he could experience what the pilot had experienced.
I see it. Captain Warner sees it, and therefore so do I
I read that as Stacy's power is not time travel, he's has no affect on the events he is watching, he is just re-experiencing the events now (a few days after the crash) that the pilot is sharing with him. This leads me to 2 possible conclusions:
- TTITM was smiling at the pilot, Stacy experienced the fear the pilot felt. TTITM has no knowledge of Stacy from re-experiencing the event
- TTITM can somehow step into the re-experienced events shared between the pilot and Stacy at a time after the original plane crash, and alter how Stacy experienced the event
Looking forward to a Chapter 2 to see if TTITM does know Stacy or not.
You’re right on the money, Gargoyle. This. This was a tantalizing introduction into a VERY wrong universe. Whatever the hell was... sleeping up in that mountain range, has perked up, and is looking at these arrogant little apes and their technology
IT IS PLAYTIME FOR THE LOVECRAFTIAN HELL BEAST!
Wow, when the narrator...described how the humans were pounded into mush, that was visceral and ugly and descriptive. Narrator, you did an excellent job and it pulled me into the story {{{but thankfully, not into the propeller gahhhg}}}
If the owners of the franchise could ever properly reboot it, I could see plenty of cameos for John Constantine in this world (with a John Wick flare).
Dear authour (Vivian Shaw): bravo, eh. As I’m zipping along on a high speed train to Canterbury, I’m 99.991% that I’ll arrive without being pulverized into mush. Thanks... grumble grumble heh heh...