If I was allowed to take only one website onto a metaphorical desert island it would have to be this one. The reason? Simply that it allows you to trawl your memory banks for anything from childhood and join a small but select band of like minded individuals. So it was with me and 'La Cabina'.
I think, though I may be wrong, that the sporting event in question was the 1980 World Snooker Championship, when Cliff Thorburn scored the first televised 147 break. The session went on longer than planned, and instead of starting that Saturday night's horror double bill (an event eagerly anticipated by me on a weekly basis) with a full length b/w effort (Val Lewton stuff got a regular airing, something you never get these days) and finishing off with something from the modern age, we got this instead. I too, was sat there watching that Saturday night, and can remember it very vividly.
As a 13 year old I was perhaps less able or willing to intellectualize the viewed material, preferring to just sit and watch as the horror unfolded and the sense of mild claustrophobia the viewer feels at the start snowballs into absolute panic by the end. The sense of despair, as if all hope is lost, reminds me of the conclusion of the 1978 remake of 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers'. It's as if everyone else is colluding against that poor hapless individual who will never see the light of day again. Of course, unfashionable, esoteric material like this will probably never find its way onto a DVD, and I share the views of others here who say that, just perhaps, that's a good thing. Let it live on in the minds of us thirty somethings, preserved in aspic the way a REAL horror film should be. I think if I ever saw Karen Black's 'Trilogy of Terror' anywhere I'd think along similar lines. Nothing quite captures the moment again folks. Growing up is a real drag sometimes!!
I think, though I may be wrong, that the sporting event in question was the 1980 World Snooker Championship, when Cliff Thorburn scored the first televised 147 break. The session went on longer than planned, and instead of starting that Saturday night's horror double bill (an event eagerly anticipated by me on a weekly basis) with a full length b/w effort (Val Lewton stuff got a regular airing, something you never get these days) and finishing off with something from the modern age, we got this instead. I too, was sat there watching that Saturday night, and can remember it very vividly.
As a 13 year old I was perhaps less able or willing to intellectualize the viewed material, preferring to just sit and watch as the horror unfolded and the sense of mild claustrophobia the viewer feels at the start snowballs into absolute panic by the end. The sense of despair, as if all hope is lost, reminds me of the conclusion of the 1978 remake of 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers'. It's as if everyone else is colluding against that poor hapless individual who will never see the light of day again. Of course, unfashionable, esoteric material like this will probably never find its way onto a DVD, and I share the views of others here who say that, just perhaps, that's a good thing. Let it live on in the minds of us thirty somethings, preserved in aspic the way a REAL horror film should be. I think if I ever saw Karen Black's 'Trilogy of Terror' anywhere I'd think along similar lines. Nothing quite captures the moment again folks. Growing up is a real drag sometimes!!