A new development - no Dr. Rhodes in this episode. Coming off the bench to spell him was Sandra Dee, whose performance consisted of thousand-yard stares and fragile overconfidence. This review is of the syndicated NG version which cut the original episode length in half.
It's always a crapshoot with Night Gallery. For every awkward and nearly borderline horrible episode like "Make Me Laugh" (which could have been great), there is an endearing-against-all-odds winner like "The Boy Who Predicted Earthquakes". There are actually a lot of things I dislike about the episode, but it's all written off by Clint Howard's grossly oft-putting and measured performance. I mean that as a compliment of a fairly high order, because while Howard shines as the erstwhile child whiz future-seer Herbie Bittman, everything else around falls apart, literally and figuratively.
