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Welcome to The Future!
It’s not so bright, you have to wear shades. Still…
(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.
