My wife suggested that it was kind of inevitable that they’d do a Flying Dutchman episode. This or the Marie Celeste, I said. And it’s a little frustrating, because there’s the germ of a really, really good story here, but it never quite gels. Or perhaps it’s just a standard borderline-okay season three episode that’s really elevated by Rex Holman’s performance as Captain Ruben Van der Meer. He’s believably haunted, really fascinating in a quiet, compellingly understated way.
He’s especially effective when compared with Richard Kiel, back for a second appearance as Malak, all bluster and yelling. Malak helps sink what should have been a much more interesting episode. Perhaps Kiel was under contract for two stories and they had to find something for him to do? So there are two plots intertwined in a program with only twenty-three minutes to spare them. Neither is well developed, and the whole show seems very oddly rushed, damaging what seemed like a promising, weird story that would have benefited from more time.
Daniel said that this installment was “pretty cool,” though he was much less vocal and wild about it than the previous six episodes. He most enjoyed the too-brief animation of the galleon lifting off and vanishing into the mists, and a bit where they fire a mini-cannon to scare off the Sleestak.
Rex Holman, incidentally, never did find the star vehicle that he deserved. He had dozens of small parts in TV shows, mainly in the sixties and mainly in westerns, and these petered out instead of building into a regular part somewhere. Looking over IMDB, I can’t honestly swear that I’ve seen any but a few, but one of his great roles was as that odd version of Morgan Earp in my favorite Star Trek episode, “Spectre of the Gun.” Nobody believes me when I say that unloved, weird, no-budget hour is my favorite episode of that show, but it’s true.