When I was about five years old, I snuck downstairs in the middle of the night to watch television. This was 1978. Back then, networks used to go off the air in the middle of the night. I was only able to find one channel still broadcasting. It was a movie. I figured what the hell, I'm up. Let's give her a go.
More than three decades later, I can still recall vividly the absolute terror I felt watching that movie about some crazy scientist who turns people into snakes. I couldn't move from the couch, too terrified to even sneak back upstairs to my bed. I had nightmares for years.
Looking back, I wasn't even sure if there was such a movie. Perhaps the whole thing had been a bad dream? I mean, who would have actually put out a movie about people turning into snakes?
The 1970s drug culture would be the obvious answer. Yet thanks in large part to the plethera of channels that now broadcast 24-7, I actually spotted the object of my childhood trauma some time ago. As I sat through the movie, I couldn't help but laugh at the special effects and note: "Hey! It's 'Face' from the A-Team!" (Dirk Benedict). Who knew?
The name of the movie is SSSSSS. Really. That's what they came up with.
Like I said. The 1970s drug culture. Thanks for the memories, fellas. And don't even get me started on the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I had to leave the room screaming when Violet turned into a blueberry and nearly exploded.
Why the hell wasn't I watching Sesame Street?