Old farts (40 plus thread)

I still enjoy watching it.  I remember the first time I saw it, I was totally captivate by the plot,  And it keeps a unique style even today.
It is part of some rare science fiction films, and perhaps the greatest.
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The race's name is the Krell/Drell  ME, I wonder...

There is another one I like a lot : The day the earth stood still

The Day the Earth Stood Still is a close second to Forbidden Planet. Some of those old sci-fi 50s movies are far superior to what comes out now.

You know, I've never actually sat through The Maltese Falcon...   My silver screen experiences were more horror & comedy ie: The Mummy, Psycho, The Fly and anything with Abbot & Costello.  Vincent Price, Peter Lorre, Christopher Lee & Peter Cushing etc were my go to actors from that era, not Humphrey Bogart. 

The Thing (1982) was one of my favorite movies too, Kurt Russel and Wilford Brimley were great.    The 'Alien' quadrilogy was another of my favorites.  

Mystery Science Theater 3000: the early years.

No fucking way!!!! The fucking banana splits and motherfucking Telematch!!!!

Those were my shits!!!!

Apologies in advance for the wall of text, but it's the fault of all the contributors to this thread. 

I may be late to this thread but I feel entitled to be here as someone posted a shot of my actual Sony Walkman on the first page. Well, that and the fact that I'm 47. So many happy memories triggered, and far too many posts to reply to individually, but as a slightly stoned, semi stream of consciousness response here's how many of the posts tie in to my own life. I was born 3 months before the moon landings but have been fascinated by them since I saw the Lunar Module in the British Museum in 1980, on the very same day as I played Space Invaders for the very first time. I'm currently reading Michael Collins' account of his part in the overall scheme of things. Everybody remembers Neil and Buzz, but can you imagine flying all that way and not landing, but instead being left to fly around the dark side of the moon, more alone than any human before? The first book I ever read by personal choice was The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, followed by Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. They showed me how to use my imagination, and I've tried not to stop. Gene Roddenberry assisted, as I was allowed to watch Star Trek before bedtime in the 70s. Tom Baker is Doctor Who. All the rest are actors. Even David Tennant, who was exceptional. Peter Capaldi works for me too, but then I've loved him since Local Hero, probably my all-time favourite movie. Tegan (Janet Fielding) was my favourite Dr Who assistant, but Erin Gray was more than I could have imagined as perfection at that pubescent age. She would soon be replaced by the likes of Heather Locklear (Sammy-Jo in her cut-off jeans) and many more over the years, but you never forget your first tv crush. Colonel Wilma Deering, I saluted you then, repeatedly, often from the privacy of a locked bathroom, and I'd still stand to attention for you today. Jenny Agutter though - wtf was I missing in Logan's Run?! She's still hot btw, and has aged naturally, and beautifully, sorta like Sigourney Weaver. I think I was too young to fully appreciate the attraction of Charlie's Angels, and was more concerned with the fact that Harry O was cancelled to make way for it. Beatles films = Christmas on the BBC. We recorded the songs by setting a tape recorder close to the tv speaker. By the 80s, TDK AD90s were the ultimate mix-tape cassettes, even if we called them compilation tapes at the time. They tended not to need pens. And no, they never directly contributed to me getting any particular girlfriend, though I did try. My brother had a Pong machine, or 'TV Game' as we called it. Bip. Bip. Bip. Bip. Then my friend got an Atari and we could pretend to be Evel Knievel, even though I already had a 'real' wind-up one. The future truly arrived in the shape of my classic 48k RAM ZX Spectrum - Manic Miner, Jetset Willy, Lunar Jetman and then the Big Daddy for me - Codename MAT - a space exploration game which I've kinda been playing in my mind ever since. Other friends were having their armpits infested by the fleas of a thousand camels on their Commodore 64s before I even knew who Eugene was or why he might have an axe. My best friend today is 51, and is a father of a 9-year-old. He is jealous of the younger generations, thinking this must be an amazing time to grow up, what with all the technological advancements. I don't have children, partially by choice, as I wouldn't want to subject another human being to what passes for normal in this world. Everybody's bluffing, but it's harder for the parents to admit the fact to their kids. I don't ever want to have to pretend I'm not bluffing. I think my divorce from the mainstream actually began the summer when the rest of the Western world was going to the cinema to see Star Wars. Instead, I was entering a cinema for the very first time in a little village called Falcarragh, in the northwest tip of Ireland (remarkably close to where scenes for SW Episode 8 have been filmed) to see The Absentminded Professor. Amusingly, as I noticed watching it again recently, the flying car scene is totally and completely 'recreated' by George Lucas in the film I wasn't seeing at the time. I'm not jealous of anyone, young or old, because of when they were born. I was born at the right time, for me. If I'd been born at any other time I may not have received my first SLR film camera on my 18th birthday, and then I wouldn't have had anything to photograph U2 with the next day when they turned up at a Belfast record store for the midnight release of The Joshua Tree. Or passed out while Lou Reed was singing White Light/White Heat. Or seen Bruce give Patti a bouquet of red roses with my own eyes when he was still officially married to Juli. Or been the tall guy Liam focused all his on-stage aggression on when I saw Oasis in a club with 300 people the night Definitely Maybe went to number one. Or seen Robert Plant pause when singing the line "And if the sun refused to shine" on a blistering hot day in Glastonbury in 95. Or shaken hands with Thom Yorke at a secret OK Computer launch gig. Or a thousand other things. I resembled John Cusack a little as a teenager and my vocabulary is to this day peppered with quotes from his movies. By funny coincidence, or "coincidance" as my late hero Robert Anton Wilson would have spelt it, when Nick Hornby wrote High Fidelity at least four people told me he'd written a book about me, though this was years before JC would play the character in the film version. In truth I'm now more like Dick from Championship Vinyl, but you can't imagine what the Stiff Little Fingers/Green Day scene was like for me to watch, as my brother had been at the same school as the SLF singer. I may never have killed any presidents with forks, or tried kickboxing, but I'm content with my NPC status while the essence of my personality has been distilled/condensed and then turned up to 11 in films like The Sure Thing, Say Anything, Grosse Pointe Blank and Being John Malkovich.

I should probably spoiler these, but I'd probably fuck it up, what with being old and crap with tech.

So? I'm intellectual and stuff.



I gave her my heart. She gave me a pen.



Is this the new Green Day?



That punk is either in love with that guy's daughter or he has a newfound respect for life.



There's a tiny door in my office Maxine, and it takes you inside John Malkovich



Oh, and, before old age truly gets the better of my memory, in my attempts to persuade you all that it's never too late to have a happy childhood, I'll call on assistance from another 80s icon.......

Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and take a look around once in a while you could miss it.



SAVE FERRIS!!!

@ Jackie Chiles. Never seen those. I love the last one because it's rather rare; you never get to hear what the cartoon char is thinking of when he reacts to the things happening around him.

Some fav songs.

themikefest, you just seem to bring out the contrarian in me...

That is my goto book. Whenever I am left with nothing new to read or whenever I am depressed I embark on a little trip with Bilbo. That was the book with which I hooked my daughter to reading (well, to be fair, also the Wind in the Willows and Le petit prince). I used to read it to her, when she was 6.

For me nothing can replace the pleasure of reading a good book. 

That is a movie you should watch at least twice : once for the main plot and second time just to catch all the background jokes. 

Emphatically liked for the bold section. I used to think I was a Bogart fan, but then I realized I was more accurately a Sydney Greenstreet/Claude Rains/Lauren Bacall (and yes, Peter Lorre) fan, while tollerating Bogart in his scenes with them. I will forever be grateful to Bogart, however, for introducing me to that era of films, and the dialogue in The Maltese Falcon is spectacular.