Sorry to double-post, but I just spotted this:
Oh Christ yes. It was masterfully done. I was just–flabbergasted with what I’d just seen. And it was helped along by Spacey’s acting, because he was brilliant in that film. You could see the shock and then acceptance and the defiance of that one line he gets out. (I won’t spoil it, although I suppose just knowing this happens is a pretty big spoiler.) And finally you can see the moment Spacey dies. I don’t know how he did it, but his eyes just go… dead. Brilliant portrayal. You might almost say, one minute he’s there, then poof! he’s gone.
I should add that the only movie that ever shocked me into screaming aloud was… um… Foul Play. Yes, a goofy Goldie Hawn/Chevy Chase movie. At one point Hawn’s character, who has a MacGuffin she doesn’t realize that some baddies (including an Albino hitman) want, is working late in the library (yes, Goldie Hawn is playing a librarian, deal with it). She’s putting books away, and then she shoves a bunch of books on a shelf over to make more room, and then as she does, BLAM! The Albino’s face is revealed.
I screamed like the little girl I was. (Well, I wasn’t that little, probably 13 or so?) That shot scared the crap out of me! Totally wasn’t expecting to be that scared in such a light-hearted movie.
OMG, I forgot another film that affected me, probably because I have no idea what the film was. I once posted about it here asking if anyone else remembered this. I think it was either a TV Movie of the Week, or it might have been a TV mystery drama. I was very very young, probably 8, and for some reason I was watching this stupid film about a man with a pacemaker, which for some ungodly reason is able to be controlled by a machine remotely in his house. We hear his heartrate steadily as he’s puttering around his room getting ready to go to sleep. And then someone–I think it’s either his wife or someone else unknown–suddenly turns up the dial on this remote pacemaker machine. Now his heartbeat goes faster and faster, louder and louder. He clutches at his chest because he’s obviously in agony, and all the while that FUCKING HEARTBEAT is audible and loud and fast until finally he has a coronary and dies.
I. Was. In. Hysterics. Literal hysterics. I was so terrified that I screamed and cried and my older sister, who was babysitting me, had to call up my parents from whatever party they were at to get them to come home, because I was utterly unconsoleable.
To this day I have a fear of hearing heartbeats. Whenever I hug someone I cannot bear to hear their heart. Or if I’m lying down and my ear presses against the pillow and I can hear my pulse? I freak out and have to turn around. Which, in one of life’s sad ironies, means that I’m up shit’s creek without a paddle, because I have tinnitus and it’s the kind where I can constantly hear my heart pulsing. It’s like a Twilight Zone ending, a wry twist, that my worst fear is now something I have to live with for the rest of my life.
Anyway I’ve been trying to figure out what this movie was ever since this happened, which is now about 38 years ago. Because it created a phobia that has been with me for my entire life.