|'The Thing' (1982)|
This will be my first time seeing The Thing. Except for when I shouldn't have.
In 1983 or '84, after The Thing hit theaters, I saw a documentary on cable. This documentary, if I remember correctly, played during the day, when I'm pretty sure night would've been more appropriate...because it was about the special effects in The Thing and also the special effects in the part of Monty Python's The Meaning of Life where Mr. Creosote explodes.
So I've seen some of the insane body-damage special effects that Rob Bottin and Stan Winston commited for the sake of horror films.
I saw them at age NINE. Maybe age 10.
I saw them wide-eyed, because yep, I was pretty sheltered and not seeking out horror stuff back then. I was already a science fiction fan, though around then I saw and was confused by the miniseries version of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (it took me three tries to get into Douglas Adams. For many, many reasons, I'm glad I kept trying), but my mind? Blown. Twenty-seven years later and I still remember it. I wonder how well I remembered it; because, finally, I GET TO SEE THE THING. On the Bagdad Theater big screen for three bucks next Friday. Hell yeah.