Frank Gorshin saves this otherwise silly episode that's full of holes. He rattles off most of the superstars of 20th century Hollywood in less than 5 minutes. (We don't have Hollywood superstars anymore, so there's no one memorable enough to mimic, I guess) Gorshin climatic scene is pure gold. The ending with the Angels disarming bombs with the help of a sweaty, humorless "bomb expert" was the precursor to the later Airplane movies. Where has our pop culture gone?
Review of Angels at Sea
