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I watched Speilberg's "Close Encounter's of the Third Kind" this morning, the last time being at the theater so many years ago when I was a child. As I watched the film, I began musing on the metaphysical explainations of what "signal" or "force" was driving only a select few of the humans in the film toward the aliens. I'm sure we can speculate infinity the possibilities of ANY fictional film like this, but seriously..why do you suppose only a few select humans were being called out with no apparent genetic or sociographic simularity?
But what I found to be particulary creepy was the little boy's experience. That GODDAMN grinning monkey with the cymbals and those wide-open, blank eyes clanging on the floor with all the other seemingly possessed toys...The screws slowly UNSCREWING on the air vents...and those ominous clouds rolling in from the sky!
I must have been pissing in my chair when I saw this as a child because it creeps me out even NOW!!
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