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“An American Werewolf in London” remains one of my top 10 horror films. Had the poster on my wall in college. Beware the Moors! I did backpack with my buddy through England once. Even met my own Nurse Price. Not as pretty as Jenny Agutter.

Rick Baker changed the entire makeup category forever with that transformation. It was terrifying.

Not a Deadpool guy. He’s a putz.

They are doing a sequel to “The Thing” which I don’t get. They killed it. He froze to death. But the dinner table scene was amazing. Didn’t finish my veal sandwich that night.

Alien/Aliens….sorta ended there for me. I own all of the films including the most recent series but they don’t come close to the first two films.

IW

Deadpool: Don’t want to.

Dopinder: When Tom Cruise fed 10-year-old Kirsten Dunst blood for the first time. And she looked up at his smooth, handsome face and said “I want some more.” Oh, Pool, picture me, a 10-year-old Kirsten Dunst.

Deadpool: …I’ll never *not* picture that. But I can’t wait to never speak of this, as soon as possible.

As for “American Werewolf in London”? The scenes of turning into the Werewolf were so skeeeery I have only watched it once. The top prize for scaring the stuffin’ outta me goes to Carpenter’s “The Thing”. The scene with the dogs caused me to eject the tape and take it back to “The Wherehouse” that I had just rented it from and it was a few months before I could finally watch it.

“Aliens”? I would not have made it through that one if a friend hadn’t been there that had seen it and kept assuring me it was going to be “okay”. He was wrong because we never truly kicked the Alien beasties collective ass in that film or any sequel. Ridley, I thought i knew you…Ridley Scott, not Ripley.

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