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This week: The Monster That Challenged The World (1957).
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Watching in the original glorious black & white this evening to get that pre-space era vibe.
Go! Go! Go! Time to hit the surf and look for mutant invertebrates!
Atomic Experiments!
What a deadpan narrator. Earthquake and his tone barely changes. No excitement.
Don't remember the Salton Sea being quite that ... large.
Talking about a parachute tester ... "He's gotta be here - I saw him hit!"
That poster on the wall has some serious legs.
There's a pipe rack on the desk ... there's hope for smoking!
... and a MASSIVE ashtray on the secretary's desk!
Monster spunk found!
Hollister has gone all bug-eyed! One also assumes he's dead.
I'm a doctor. You can tell from the pens in the pocket of my lab coat.
"Would you like to hold ny ladybug?"
We are now in the crawling on the floor looking for a dropped ladybug portion of the film.
The pipe is in the mouth ... the matchbox is out and open ... AND THE PIPE IS LIT! We have smoking!
Ring bell for the County Morgue.
The blood was drained from the body through a puncture wound.
And, "scared to death" is the cause of death for the second one.
Ham sandwiches being served in the morgue!
Furbland's Very Cool Mastodonâ„¢"I'd like to talk to you about your beach."
A simple moonlight swim. Little did they know ...
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In screaming eel infested waters?
In screaming eel infested waters?
Death count now five.
More radioactive monster spunk!
And, we have coffee served to a diver!
One diver keeps gaining and losing extra weight belts.
There's a giant weather balloon / egg on the floor of the Salton Sea. I think I'll poke at it.
And we finally see the creature!
(just an aside - those aren't mikes on the divers, it wouldn't sound like that anyway, and there's no kelp growing in the Salton Sea.)
And the diver goes bug-eyed as the creature sucks the blood from his neck!
Spunk monster spunking off the port bow!
Stick to the eye!
To make sure it's dead, we're going to do the equivalent of carpet bombing with depth charges.
Chekhov's temperature control.
The creature doesn't look anything like that snail.
I'm sorry, I zoned out with all the talking heads.
We've now been told the federal bank stakeout story twice.
Wait, did we just make a quick trip across the border for dinner?
So, is this pen going to be important later? We've spent a fair amount of screen time on it.
I think Mary Jane's a goner. Ooops, so's her date. Death count now eight.
Now we're speculating about underground rivers big enough for the spunk monsters.
Walking cadaver for a museum curator.