The scariest movie-going experience happened to me in a Texas strip mall at an advanced screening of a little film called ALIEN. I had read about it in American Film magazine and was already prepared to have the shit scared out of me when Veronica Cartwright got a hose full of blood and offal shot all over her. I just didn't know when it would happen in the film. Most other people in line were speculating that it was another outer space movie , like that Star Wars one that had come out. I have never been to a screening where the screams got louder and more genuine and grown men left the theater in fear. (This is Texas, damn it. Men just don't do that sort of thing.)
All of this was courtesy of Ridley Scott, an amazing film crew and cast, H. R. Giger, and some guy named Dan O'Bannon. I had seen Dark Star. I was not prepared for Alien. And I thank Dan for that.
Harry Knowles has written a nice obituary for Mr. O'Bannon.
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Always had much love for Dark Star.
Carpenter and O'Bannon. two great tastes that taste great together.
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