THE CRANKY OLD MAN
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Friday, February 22, 2013
My Cousin, “The Surf” and “The Blob”
My Cousin, “The Surf”
and “The Blob”
movies have always been a popular genre but they seem be produced in
bursts.From the promos I have seen
recently they are making another comeback.They will make it without me.I
have never liked horror movies.They
have always scared the crap out of me.
In the late
fifties most horror movies were based on radiation from the atom bomb causing
mutant monsters.Giant spiders,
grasshoppers, fifty-foot women, Godzilla, Mothra all seem pretty lame today,
but in the day they were scary.Maybe it
was because the atom bomb was so new and the possible effects of radiation so
unknown the imaginations of the fifties ran wild.
one dismal summer day in Ocean City, New Jersey, 1958, I went to a double feature
with my cousin Nils.I was twelve years
old; Nils was a couple of years older than I so I think I was just tagging
along.We went to the Surf Theater on
the boardwalk.The “Surf” generally
played “B” movies, this day was no different.The Surf was playing “The Blob” which
was about a radioactive mass which grew as it absorbed everything
in its path; and the second feature was a
Frankenstein movie whose title eludes me. I do
remember being warned that there was a scene in the Frankenstein movie
involving a beating heart outside the body that was really, really scary. Nils and I walked to the theater about two
miles from our Grandparent’s house.We
settled in early, popcorn and the tickets set us back less than a dollar,25 cents each for the tickets and 15 cents
each for two small popcorns (butter was extra.)
newsreel and cartoons were over and the first feature came on, Nils elbowed me,
“This is going to be good Jody*, you better not chicken out!”
“I’m not a
was not on for more than twenty minutes before I started to show signs of in
fact being a very big scaredy cat.The
music was scary, the blob was scary, and the on-screen screaming was
scary.My knuckles were white from
clutching the arm rest, I was breathing heavy, and there might have been
sobbing involved.At the age of twelve I
should not have been so afraid, but I was.
my condition, “Jody, you all right?” He whispered.
I was just thinking, I might not want to see the Frankenstein beating heart
“You want to
go now?We can go if you’re scared.I don’t mind, I can see it any time.”
“I think we
And so we
left the theater.We left before the
blob had even absorbed its first human being.We quietly slunk out of the “Surf” onto the boardwalk and walked back
were scared Jody.Kind of silly spending
80 cents and only watching cartoons and twenty minutes of the first
feature.If you want we can tell people
that you felt sick from some bad popcorn.”
I do feel a bit ookey…probably the popcorn.”
To this day I
never have seen “The Blob.”I expect it
would seem pretty tame today, but in 1958 it scared the bejesus out of me.We never told anyone that we left the movie
early.This is the first I have ever
told the story.I’m glad Nils understood
and didn’t make fun of his little scaredy cat cousin.
I have often
wondered from how easily he agreed to leave, if perhaps my older cousin was
also a little scared of “The Blob.”
*At the age of five I rebelled against my name and Jody became Joe.Nils refused to call me Joe, and was the only
person to call me Jody.To this day he
still calls me Jody. It used to piss me off, now I kinda like it...but only from him!