I'd heard the horror aspects of this played up for years, and had built up such an expectation of it being disturbing, but Hour of the Wolf didn't really hit me in that way. But from the very first frames, I was struck by the sheer mastery of filmmaking, the brilliance of the sound design, the exquisite Sven Nykvist cinematography, and the magnetic performances of the two leads. Though I consider myself a painter, the whole angsty artist allegory wasn't what kept me engaged, rather it was Ullman's character that held my interest, and ultimately gets the last word.
Nancy: "Why do we always expect metal ships?"
Jack: "I've never expected metal ships"
The original Invasion of the Body Snatchers came out two years before I was born, and was one of the earliest horror / science fiction films I remember seeing. It was in regular rotation on late-night Creature Feature TV, and I probably saw it at least a half-dozen times by the time I saw Philip Kaufman's remake in 1978. Aside from a couple of key scenes,…
"I just feel like all the sand is at the bottom of the hour glass or something." – Adam (Tom Hiddleston)
Midnight. Left the theatre I've been going to for almost a half-century, and walked the brick sidewalks and alleys I would know by sense of smell alone, feeling like a centuries-old vampire.