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it was the first time supes was ever on the screen and it was a humdinger. gottum all posted on youtube, 2 hours and 26 minutes worth. so downloaded the whole thing, formatted it and got the whole deal on a 4.3GB DVD at 4000 mps. the whole thing came to just under 4.3GB. whatta squeeze. watched it last not and was very impressed with the job I done and these are prints with the restored technicolor. my personal favorite has always been the magnetic telescope.

doan forget space angel with scott mccloud and captain fathom.

yet another winning programming selection by tcm. the viewer is ever uppermost in their minds.

"I will not have it! I and I alone...am the Grinch!"

I think they missed it. the new grinch looks wuzzy. the eyebrows should be more arched and sinister like chuck jones' Grinch which is the best realization of the character. the Grinch is supposed to imo exude a middle-aged sourness like ebenezer scrooge but the new grinch has a young squeaky millennial age voice. they cannot even get something as relatively simple as a dr. suess book character right in today's hollywood.

Kenneth Johnson shoulda stuck with the bionic woman instead of defacing a marvel character.

ten....ten! commandments for all to obey.

scott glenn as alan shepard drank a whole mess o' coffee before he went up in The Right Stuff.

sanders was perfection as shere khan.

they shoulda showed The Last Voyage in which he gives a very good understated performance. he is completely believable as a passenger ship captain. Edmond O'Brien tries to steal the film as an overwrought hothead.

nobody will ever be able to recreate the comedic interchanges between Kolchak and Vincenzo.

the scantily clad butterfield 8 liz taylor woulda made a great 50 foot woman.

I was one of those millions of kids getting home after school to watch the daily saga of Barnabas Collins by the unforgettable jonathan frid who sadly left us in 2012. I am proud because not once but twice, mr. frid, barnabas himself!, responded to 2 messages I posted on his website. I made screencaps and still have the files. the noble Barnabas, supernatural hero.

to me Charles Lane will always be mr. finch on dennis the menace.

the Monster that Challenged the World "no, I haven't seen any monster...just plain foolishness."

you should watch it.

my favorite mummy movie. yeah, the mummy costume doan look too realistic but that's no reason to dismiss this thriller by the underrated John Gilling. it's a very well-executed horror film. 2 things I doan like. 1. I doan like that the scruffy egyptian tomb guardian was needed to activate the mummy by reading the shroud. a good mummy is one that is activated by it's owm timeless aura of evil. I woulda preferred that prem or prim got going all by his lonesome. what makes this such an underrated classic is how the ignorant stupid 20th century desecrators are dispatched. the photographer harry gives a good account of himself but unfortunately prem knows something about modern photographic chemicals and crushes a bottle of acid right over him and he writhes and twists in agony as he expires. maximum horror with minimum gore, that's how you do it. of course the highlight for me is when the sniveling cretinous longbarrow played by michael ripper gets his. he stupidly squishes his own specs then guess who's at the door to hurry his exit from this mortal life? prem wraps longbarrow in his own bedsheets and chucks him out a window screaming like a bad caramel candy apple and splat! right on to a nice hard stone water recepticle below. what great horror movie fun! even the music is very good. just exactly what music accompanying a horror movie about an ancient killer mummy oughta sound like. andre morell playing the expedition leader sir basil walden is the first to go. the mummy crushes his head like a rotten pumpkin. he shoulda taken stephen boyd's advice in ben-hur and gone on vacation.

if tcm folds it's their own fault for being satisfied for too long with their stasis film coffer and never adding anything new it's their fault!... slackers!

I wish they'd show the cartoon with Goofy on the California freeway.

produced by aaron spelling and douglas cramer around the time of that antichrist hs in the movies like damien omen ll. I am going through my disc collection and decided to watch it. last time I watched it remembered it being pretty bad but it seemed even worse watching it last nite. it starts off with marshall thompson pressuring captain hugh o'brian to take this gulf of mexico cruise even though his yacht needs repairs. so after captain hugh agrees some crates fall on daktari to silence him forever. this stupidity is lifed directly from damien omen ll and what a pathetic end to a great career. first he appears in this and then directs kristy macnichol in white dog. it is sad to watch marshall thompson reduced to appearing in this crud since his glory days as colonel edward carruthers who takes on a killer martian. the story concerns professor barcone or bacone played by ray milland who for 30 years has chased his dream of an egyptian tomb in cozamel. on board is this annoying group of pleasure cruisers including john forsythe as a recovering alcoholic clergyman turned antichrist chaser dragging along his sullen but gorgeous wife lee meriwether. frank converse is on hand as a celestial mathamatician who tells professor milland that celestial positions were different 2000 years ago and his tomb is actually under the gulf of mexico waters and o'brian's yacht just has to break down just at the right spot. also on board is christopher george and wife lynda day and this lousy tv-movie was something they could do together. george is this lousy rotten greedy profiteer kinda guy who's world lights up when they find the star of the film, a solid gold multi-colored baby egyptian sarcophagus that pulsates with respiratory action. meanwhile fanatic clergyman forsythe tries to warn the others that this is the egyptian antichrist born 2000 years ago and threatens the world with evil. he also reveals that one of the passengers is the baby sarcophagi's protector and has no soul. is it converse? forsythe's sullen beautiful wife lee meriwether? oh, also on board are these two babes who travel together. one is the pretty one while the other is a scared insecure klutz. the movie just gets more and more convoluted and ambiguous. professor milland who decides that he must rid the world of the baby sarcophagus goes to the room where it lays with an axe but wouldn't you know it the ship makes an unexpected roll and the sarcophagus whacks ray milland but good....just as the klutzy babe walks in to see the baby egyptian sarcophagi pulsating and breathing and screams!...but then afterwards she tells no one that she saw baby sarcophagi breathing which would have been confirmation to all that the supernatural is afloat. from there just more lame convolutions. forsythe believes that frank converse is the thing's soulless protector and has beguiled his sullen beautiful wife into spouting an ancient tongue. by this time greedster sgt. troy as combined with converse to move baby to another cabin. the great climax. raving forsythe confronts converse, a fire starts engulfing the sarcophagus and scratch off forsythe and beautiful lee meriwether. the others abandon ship and the yacht blows up. the end favors us with this silly gobbledygoo about the devil getting in or getting out which wasn't worth further consideration. what a lousy stinker! charlie's angels meets damien woulda been far more imaginative. I felt like chucking the disc into the trash but I figure it's a curio of a bad TV production.

I still doan like it.

give it up for the unforgettable Skelton Knaggs.

why does todd browning go to such elaborate lengths to create a visual masterpiece of horror even to having a white dog sneak behind two men in a cemetery which is a great visualizing of vampire lore but then he decides to cheat the audience with bull about the whole thing being a ruse by an acting troupe? whatta jip and whatta schtootz and that jean hersholt murder bs is just a needless distraction.