#13 - Day of the Triffids
When I've finished this entry, I get to go downstairs and rescue my Sweet Chili Chicken pizza from the oven. Nomnomnom.
Now, this particular movie holds a special place in my heart, because it was the very first horror movie I ever saw (unless you count Stephen King's Cat's Eye, which I saw part of by accident when I was six. It was... interesting.) I was 11, and I begged my mother for hours to let me watch it. She eventually relented, but only after telling me that she would turn it off if I got scared.
She spent most of the movie hiding her face behind a cushion. I loved it.
So, after a strange meteor shower that can be seen everywhere, a man wakes up to find that, as one of the few people who didn't watch said shower, he is now one of the few people left on the planet who can still see. And if that wsn't bad enough, there are giant walking killer plants stumbling around the place, killing all the fleshbags with swings of their stinging tentacles or stems or what-have-you.
It's a 1960s movie, and it is dated, sure - and it's highly unlikely to scare anyone nowadays, unless they've got a deep-rooted fear of their broccoli coming to get them - but in terms of originality and the like, it's right up there with the greats.
Now, this particular movie holds a special place in my heart, because it was the very first horror movie I ever saw (unless you count Stephen King's Cat's Eye, which I saw part of by accident when I was six. It was... interesting.) I was 11, and I begged my mother for hours to let me watch it. She eventually relented, but only after telling me that she would turn it off if I got scared.
She spent most of the movie hiding her face behind a cushion. I loved it.
So, after a strange meteor shower that can be seen everywhere, a man wakes up to find that, as one of the few people who didn't watch said shower, he is now one of the few people left on the planet who can still see. And if that wsn't bad enough, there are giant walking killer plants stumbling around the place, killing all the fleshbags with swings of their stinging tentacles or stems or what-have-you.
It's a 1960s movie, and it is dated, sure - and it's highly unlikely to scare anyone nowadays, unless they've got a deep-rooted fear of their broccoli coming to get them - but in terms of originality and the like, it's right up there with the greats.