Friday, January 24, 2014

The UFO Incident

I'm pretty certain that the fact that my parents didn't "get" horror films (or any fantasy[weird] films of any kind) allowed me to view inappropriate films at inappropriate ages.  And I'm pretty certain that caused some kind of mental scarring [trauma], and led to certain fears that I wouldn't have had otherwise [parent-blaming].  They let us watch The Exorcist as though it was an episode of The Brady Bunch.  An episode of The Brady Bunch that forever ruined waking up in the middle of the night or hearing a bed spring make a random noise or hearing a tiny click or tap in the attic.

They took us to see Close Encounters of the Third Kind when we were in early grade school.  I've mentioned it before on the blog, but I still consider that film a horror film.  Kidnapped humans stolen from their earthly homes for decades (if not hundreds of years) and then returned with a smile and some sign language, as if that made their crimes ok.  Watching it recently, I swear there was a woman in Victorian garb walking amongst the ruined humans coming down that glowing ramp of death.  It was such a serious and intensely human way of presenting the topic of UFOs, and the film felt so real.  An incredible film.  A brilliant film.  But not for a kid in early grade school. 

I remember seeing The UFO Incident one afternoon during summer vacation.  Still in grade school, and still too young to see a realistic portrayal of adults in situations where they were basically helpless violated victims.  And I'm thinking that's the key to why these movies were creating mental scar tissue.  I was a kid watching adults become powerless frail things...realistically.  The UFO Incident had some top-notch acting.  James Earl Jones WEEPING during hypnosis recalling his character's alien assault.  Perfectly suitable for a kid in early grade school. 

So it was summer vacation, and my brother and I are watching this terrifying movie and my mother tells us we're going to the pool after it's over [a disgusting public pool in a crappy part of town].  So the movie ends and we're just sitting there processing this nightmare of an experience.  My mother says "Boys, come on.  We're going to the [disgusting] Pool.  Get your sneakers on.  Come on.  Let's go."

The sneakers were upstairs.  In our closet.  In our bedroom.  We refused to go up there.  Aliens, you see.  My mother became furious.  I probably should have poured gasoline over my head and lit a match like that robot assassin in Halloween III, but I think I just sat there shaking my head like Jerry Seinfeld refusing to eat that piece of pizza.

So, before you click the link below and click to the 49:00 mark, try to imagine yourself in early grade school...sitting down in front of the television and seeing this for the first time (you only have to watch a minute or two to get the idea).

Click these poor folks when you're ready:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EH5YRtcgzQ4

7 comments:

Jay's Shadow said...

Ha! Yeah, parents are the ultimate torcherers of childhoods. If I seen this movie at an early age, I would of never have slept until early adulthood.

I still can't really stand the closet in my old bedroom in my parent's house.

Willow Cove said...

Wow, never heard of this. And Rosanne's mom and the Grandpa from Lostboys too! I can totally see this creeping me out as a kid too. I was allowed to check out some questionable books as a kid from the library and I always come home with UFO or Bigfoot books. As I showed my mom my stack of selections every trip she would just sigh. "Okaaaaay". Ahhh, summer vacation and libraries.....

Goneferal inidaho said...

Ha ha ha! I saw both those at an early, early age. But since my parents were so dysfunctional and screaming at each other all the time, I never thought of those movies as scarring. They were a great escape.

Hallowaltz said...

This would be a nice doubleheader with Communion for all out childhood pants shitting. :)

K.O. said...

Great story! And I've never seen that film before, but watching the clip, I think it would've scarred me for life if I'd watched it as a kid. Or hell, maybe if I watched it now. Very intense.

Countess VonRauber (Heidi) said...

Love the story :) Aliens scare the CRAP out of me and my husband uses that to his advantage as often as possible. After watching a UFO documentary one night, I went into another room. He snuck around the corner and simply said "Bah!" Not overly loud, but I swear, there was a moment of extreme terror, in which sound completely escaped me, before I let out a blood-curddling scream. I'm pretty sure my fear came from ET. Sure he's a cute alien, until you have nightmares about him sneaking into your room and making that weird scream sound in a pitch-dark room.... GAH!

Rot said...

I totally understand.
my brother and I have gotten tons of mileage out of a cheap alien mask over the years.