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(That credits line keeps getting longer!)
Continuing from my subheading, the alternative is that you no longer experience the future. There’s no rush for that!
My context
Plan 9 from Outer Space [IMDB] is the worst movie ever. Even by B-movie standards, it isn’t lovely (friend Tor Johnson has lenses to make his eyes opaque, so Ed Woods made the villains zombies. His friend Bela Lugosi by then, is a heroine junkie and can’t get work to pay for his fix. Woods hires him.
Lugosi still has his old Dracula costume, and the female lead plays Vampira on a TV anthology show of horror films, so some of the zombies are also vampires.
By all measures, Ed Woods Jr. was a great friend. As a filmmaker, though, he was one of the worst.
The film begins with a TV futurist named Criswell. His first words, when I was younger, I thought sounded silly:
Criswell: Greetings, my friend. We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives.
As I think about it now, it’s right!
With every letter I write, I’m moving into the future.
