I rewatched John Carpenter’s “The Thing” the other night and it brought back some good memories that I thought I’d share with you, the gentle reader.
You see, back in 1982 when I was a wee lad, my father dropped off my brother and I at the local cineplex theater in order to see a new release: “Star Trek: The Wrath of Kahn” (Are you feeling old yet? Me too! 
) With our admission money in hand (plus a buck or two for popcorn and candy, natch), we dutifully bought our tickets, proudly presented them to the under-paid, surly, teenage ticket-taker dude and made our way down the Hall Of Movies trying to find the correct theater to go into and see our film. But Lo! there was a very interesting poster beside door number 5: “The Thing”. Glancing at my younger brother (who was 7 years old at the time), he gave me the thumbs up and we snuck into “The Thing” instead of Kahn and H.O.L.Y. C.R.A.P. were were scared out of our pants. I have never, ever! been so scared in a movie before or since. My father quickly uncovered our misadventures after querying us about the movie we were supposed to have seen, and instead of gettig in trouble, God bless you pa, he just laughed because he’d already seen it and was probably proud of our sense of adventure. (The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.)
Anybody else have some fond movie memories?
