Oh jeez I remember loving this ET/Poltergeist ripoff when I was a kid.
How would you like to be a humble set dresser minding your own business on some eccentric soap opera and one day David Lynch catches sight of your face in a mirror and immediately casts you as the series’ main antagonist and embodiment of cruelty and evil?
Wait, what, seriously? They seriously intended him to be in his twenties? They must have been completely mad! I know TV pictures weren't as sharp back then, but ain't no screen fuzzy enough to make me buy that. Heck, the only way I can fanwank thirtysomething is telling myself that all those long sea voyages were tough on his complexion.
I hope the dam water that covers will be very deep, but even then, I’ll never drink it. There are only a few of us who remember the strange days now. What touched this place cannot be quantified or understood by human science, or our basic concept, our perception of reality. It was just… a color out of space. A messenger from realms who’s existence stuns the brain and numbs us with the ghost that it throws open before our frenzied eyes.
Color Out of Space
(2020) dir. Richard Stanley



