If I'm flipping through the channels and I see a giant radioactive ant, I'm laying the remote down.
There's a siren like call that hits my brain when I see an opportunity to see a really bad B movie.
Especially if it's in black and white.
With really bad special effects.
And has guys in suits with matching hats and women who run away from danger in heels, and then swoon and let the monster carry them away to its evil lair.
Or to its space ship.
Case in point? Patricia Neal in The Day the Earth Stood Still.
Patricia swoons JUST as Gort gets to her.
Gort comes at her…. his giant robot plodding steps slowly…oh so slowly bringing him nearer…. he gets bigger and bigger in her field of vision…the tension mounts…..he gets closer and closer……until finally she is backed to the edge of a metal barrier….topples a chair, screams and swoons.
Now, to be clear I am NOT saying that The Day the Earth Stood Still is a bad movie. Or even a B movie.
Not the original one anyway.
It's an amazing movie.
And it really speaks for its time.
Which was 1951.
And in 1951 Michael Rennie was hot.
Swirl together Rennie's great English cheek bones, a swooning heroine, a giant robot, really fake looking visual effects and sound effects that anybody swinging a piece of a hot wheel track in circles over their head could recreate in their living room and you couldn't pry me out of my chair.
To sum up?
The only thing that could have made the original The Day the Earth Stood Still a better movie would have been a giant radioactive ant.
Maybe they should have put one in the "remake" with Keanu.
Two or three more folks might have gone to see Keanu's version if it had featured a giant radioactive ant.