I always turn it off at that point. Same for the Beast from 20,000 - and I have both movies on dvd now. I won’t watch the last few minutes of either of them. It bothers me too much.
Chalk it up to too much fondness for Ben (the Whitmore character) - and double-damn Ray Harryhausen’s ability to make inanimate clay objects too real for me, but I just don’t like watching the beast die. :dubious:
My all time favorite sci fi flick has a scene in it that even today makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up: The Quatermass Xperiment. Ironically, this is the only one of my favorites I don’t have on dvd.
For those unfamiliar with the movie, it was released here in the states as ‘The Creeping Unknown,’ back in the early 50s. It starred second-tier American actor Brian Donlevy as the titular character, rocket scientist Bernard Quatermass – a staple in British sci fi (I even have the John Mills Quatermass tv mini-series now). Okay, so Donlevy hailed from the Thomas Gibson school of acting and by all accounts he was an ass to work with during the production. AND it baffles me even now as to why they brought in an American to play what should have been a Brit, but never mind. This was umpteen zillions of years ago. It’s still an awesome, well-done, freaky movie. The scariest scene in sci-fi filmdom occurs about three quarters of the way through.
Exterior, night, London Zoo. You hear a ‘funny sorta rustling noise’… The camera suddenly pans left, and as it does you get a tiny glimpse of something dragging along the ground to the right (goosebumps already if you’ve been watching this movie from the beginning because you KNOW what’s coming…). Then the camera pans up a moment later and focuses on an ordinary copse of bushes.
The camera starts to dolly in, slowly. Very, very slowly. As the focus changes and the picture tightens in on something, after a second your brain translates what it’s seeing: HOLY HAIRBALL, BATMAN!!! :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: What is that THING looking back at you!!! aughhhhhhhh!
Whatever else, you know in your bones that whatever it is, it sure ain’t human any more. I know it’s just a guy in makeup but something about those eyes and the way that shot was photographed… Creepy creepy creepy creepy. Jebus Pete but it raises goosebumps and hackles every time!
My second all-time sci-fi movie favorite ‘Thing from Another World,’ not only is a nostalgic scarefest of the best kind, it’s also chock full of great lines as well as great scenes:
[referring to McPherson’s gun]
Ned “Scotty” Scott: You sure you know how to use that thing?
Lt. Ken McPherson: I saw Gary Cooper in "Sergeant York.
Lt. Ken McPherson: What if he can read our minds?
Eddie: He’ll be real mad when he gets to me.
Dr. Chapman: Find anything, Captain?
Hendry: Not a sign. We poked into every snowbank within miles.
Bob, Crew Chief: Barnes flushed a polar bear.
Cpl. Barnes: Sure did.
Dr. Chapman: Scare you?
Cpl. Barnes: Not after I saw it was only a bear.
Ned “Scotty” Scott: So few people can boast that they’ve lost a flying saucer and a man from Mars -all in the same day! Wonder what they’d have done to Columbus if he’d discovered America, and then mislaid it.
[after a quick encounter with the Thing]
Hendry: Did you get your picture?
Ned “Scotty” Scott: No, you were in the way and the door wasn’t open long enough.
Hendry: You want us to open it again?
Ned “Scotty” Scott: NO!
Ned “Scotty” Scott: Watch the skies, everywhere! Keep looking. Keep watching the skies!
Ned “Scotty” Scott: An intellectual carrot. The mind boggles.
Dr. Arthur Carrington: There are no enemies in science, only phenomena to be studied.
Ned “Scotty” Scott: Please doctor, I’ve got to ask this. It sounds like, well, just as though you’re describing some form of super carrot.
Ned “Scotty” Scott: Dr. Carrington, you’re a man who won the Nobel Prize. You’ve received every kind of international kudos a scientist can attain. If you were for sale I could get a million bucks for you from any foreign government. I’m not, therefore, gonna stick my neck out and say you’re stuffed absolutely clean full of wild blueberry muffins, but I promise my readers are gonna think so.
They don’t make 'em like that any more… 