HOPPER ALERT !!
Posted: July 16th, 2007, 2:08 pm
Hey, Guys 'n Gals!
According to the email I just opened from the Mothership, TCM is now offering a snappy new 50th Anniversary edition of:
20 Million Miles to Earth
That's right, Kids, we're talkin' one of the very few starring roles for none other than Classic Cinema College's very own Security Chief: William Hopper, the son of oh-god-here-she-comes-now Hedda, Perry Mason's bodyguard, Bob Mitchum's beer-buddy, the daddy to both the Bad Seed and James Dean's girlfriend . .
And in this corner - co-starring at roughly 3.5 tons, sans trunks, it's Y M I R, dynamated by the Fortean expertise of Ray Harryhausen, Cardinal Elite of Stop-Motion FX . . . Ymir - named for a Norse frost giant, cause what else would you call a rampaging, reptilian carnivore from Venus, who's kickin' the crap out of Italy?!
SEE- Ymir bust-up the Colisseum! See him duke it out with a bull elephant (excerpt from RH's journal "pachyderm battle quite satisfying in post edit reel . . must stage one in Mexican circus someday, say 13 years from now . . .") . . . see him pass-up every pizza joint in Rome to continue threatening NATO & Italian troops . .
SEE Astronaut Bill survive Mediterranean splashdown (addled, but G.I. squared-away!); see him woo the babe-a-licious daughter of the post-fascist scientist who's got all the answers; see him pull rank on every other dude in uniform, as he points, shouts orders, avoids unnecessary eye contact, and keeps his hair coolly un-mussed!
From the F/X wizard who brought you Sinbad's buddy, the Cyclops. . from the director who will later invent sci-fi camp on Lost in Space . . from the actor who taught you the consequences of turning your back on a hungry mountain lion . . .
But wait, there's more!
This collector's edition offers you 20MMTE in its original, crisp & twitchy Khruschev-Era B&W, and, on a separate disc, colorized into simmering, vibrant flatness (myself, I'd save that one for a hung-over Sunday morning, as the yolk stares back at ya from the tomato juice).
Thrills . . . chills . . . widescreen romance . . a p.o.'ed giant alien, & cold-war metaphors galore (enhanced with Dolby!) . . take it from me, if you miss this one, you can only blame the face in the mirror!
Would the ol' Sled Dog lie to you?
According to the email I just opened from the Mothership, TCM is now offering a snappy new 50th Anniversary edition of:
20 Million Miles to Earth
That's right, Kids, we're talkin' one of the very few starring roles for none other than Classic Cinema College's very own Security Chief: William Hopper, the son of oh-god-here-she-comes-now Hedda, Perry Mason's bodyguard, Bob Mitchum's beer-buddy, the daddy to both the Bad Seed and James Dean's girlfriend . .
And in this corner - co-starring at roughly 3.5 tons, sans trunks, it's Y M I R, dynamated by the Fortean expertise of Ray Harryhausen, Cardinal Elite of Stop-Motion FX . . . Ymir - named for a Norse frost giant, cause what else would you call a rampaging, reptilian carnivore from Venus, who's kickin' the crap out of Italy?!
SEE- Ymir bust-up the Colisseum! See him duke it out with a bull elephant (excerpt from RH's journal "pachyderm battle quite satisfying in post edit reel . . must stage one in Mexican circus someday, say 13 years from now . . .") . . . see him pass-up every pizza joint in Rome to continue threatening NATO & Italian troops . .
SEE Astronaut Bill survive Mediterranean splashdown (addled, but G.I. squared-away!); see him woo the babe-a-licious daughter of the post-fascist scientist who's got all the answers; see him pull rank on every other dude in uniform, as he points, shouts orders, avoids unnecessary eye contact, and keeps his hair coolly un-mussed!
From the F/X wizard who brought you Sinbad's buddy, the Cyclops. . from the director who will later invent sci-fi camp on Lost in Space . . from the actor who taught you the consequences of turning your back on a hungry mountain lion . . .
But wait, there's more!
This collector's edition offers you 20MMTE in its original, crisp & twitchy Khruschev-Era B&W, and, on a separate disc, colorized into simmering, vibrant flatness (myself, I'd save that one for a hung-over Sunday morning, as the yolk stares back at ya from the tomato juice).
Thrills . . . chills . . . widescreen romance . . a p.o.'ed giant alien, & cold-war metaphors galore (enhanced with Dolby!) . . take it from me, if you miss this one, you can only blame the face in the mirror!
Would the ol' Sled Dog lie to you?