WTF?! // 31 Days of Halloween — Day 27 (Invasion of the Body Snatchers)

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Happy 31 days of Halloween! 

This year, we’re celebrating with a different movie pick each day that made us audibly gasp, “WHAT THE FUCK?!

Day 27, we shall dig deep into my childhood memories and recall the first time I saw Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978). I remember sneaking glimpses after declaring that the movie was a bore, probably for the grownups. I’ve watched it a dozen times since, and it’s one of my favorites. And I still remember and get the same feeling I did back then when I saw “the dog.” I know you know precisely when I thought, What the actual fuck?!

Donald Sutherland, Jeff Goldblum, and Leonard Nemoy lookin’ smooth as HELL in the 70s in Invasion of the Body Snatchers. They’re out here trying to figure out why the people they know and trust are starting to act differently, almost like they’ve been replaced. Brooke Adams is actually the smart one in this film. As usual, she’s gaslit. Nobody believes her or wants to hear her out. There are some gnarly plants from space birthing duplicates like a Cabbage Patch Kids commercial. The end, the grand finale of this film, is one of the best I’ve ever seen, and yet…

Matthew and Elizabeth (Sutherland and Adams) are doing their best to keep their cool and blend in with the doppelgangers. Once they realize they’re running out of places to hide and out of people to trust, they find themselves uncovering all of their worst nightmares before their eyes. Nothing is hidden any longer, and they can move about as zombie-like as the rest of the crowd. 

Enter Dog Man, or Man Dog? Why does this dog come running up to them, and why does it have the head of a man? What the fuck?! I hate this thing so much, and I don’t blame them for losing their cool.

"Invasion of the Body Snatchers" (1978) United Artists

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Alma

Horror is kind of my thing. I consume so much horror that it leaks into my dreams and creates the most uncomfortable sleep paralysis episodes. Just ask the shadow man at the end of the bed, he’ll tell you. I don’t consider myself a professional critic, mainly because I don’t get paid, but I do enjoy discussing horror with anyone who will listen.