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I missed my calling by around 20 years. I've been listening to a DVD with 4 crappy 40's/50's/60's Sci-Fi movies for the last two days. Watching them would be unbarable, inspite of appearances by Bela Lugosi, Clayton Moore and Ed Nelson. We're talking about "Monstrocity", "Black Dragons", "The Devil's Partner" and "Night of the Blood Beast". Here's the formula:
A. The title must conjure images that are far more frightening than the movie.
B. The plot must be indistinguishable from any other movie of its era.
C. There MUST be an organ
D. You must have a glass bowl from which to pull folded up paper with the following items written on them: "Massive magnetic field", "Call a doctor!", "I don't see anything. It must be in there", "Nothing could possibly live through that!", "Didja hear that?", "Bullets won't stop that thing!", and put them all together and you get something like this:
Lugosi: "Is there something wrong?"
Girl: "I heard a strange noise...like a body falling."
Lugosi: "Oh, I was (unintelligible). I do this often."
Girl: "But, there were gurgling sounds."
Lugosi: "Ohhhh. I was humming. Was my voice as bad as that?"
No, but the movie was. I guess 25 cents at a Saturday matinee for three of 'em was the deal back then. And I guess a parallel can be made to this kind of writing and music before MTV videos robbed an entire generation of its imagination: the writers couldn't afford NOT to leave anything up to your imagination.