Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981): Face Melting So will anything inaccessibly "British." I'll tell you this much: I'm done with meat loaf. Puppets will do that (be they Spitting Image or others). No one's around, and I'm very much unsettled. Others, like me, get total FREAKED whenever we stumble upon these dusty remnants whilst surfing the dial at 3 a.m. Sure, some people LOVE '80s fantasy films (*ahem* PATRICK *ahem*), and the dark, otherworldly realms they occupy. Kind of a cheat to include three-movies-in-one, but WHATEVER (my list, my rules) - this is my most personal entry. The Dark Crystal (1982), Time Bandits (1981) and Labyrinth (1986): General Vibe Large cephalopods with seven suckered tentacles surrounding a fanged maw containing a sharp serrated probe? NOPE.ħ. You know how you like to think you're the hero-type? Like you'd totally don the enemy's uniform and infiltrate a highly fortified base to rescue a princess? You'd LAUGH in the face of the "force," right? But then - because you had a bad plan with no exit strategy - you find yourself stuck in a trash compactor (of all places)? And if that's not enough, something "else" is down there with you? And then you're all, "I'm out!" Laser fights I can handle. Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope (1977): Dianoga
I was a little bit older when I first saw Home Alone (i.e., I was past crapping my pants at the thought of a home-invading Daniel Stern), but DAT FURNACE.
I didn't grow up on the gleaming north shore of Chicago thus, my parents' modest northwest suburban home wasn't palatial, and it didn't have an cavernous basement with sinister, turn-of-the-century utilities.