Does anybody remember "THEM!" from 1954?
I was nine years old then and I BEGGED my dad to take me and a bunch of kids to see it for my birthday. Twenty minutes into the film I was BEGGING him to take me home! I was petrified!
He refused, we stayed and watched the whole film. I cringed on the floor of the car all the way home. I didn't sleep for weeks, fearing the giant ants were going to come for me.
It's all my father's fault that I've grown up to be the sick and twisted person I am today.
And I still love watching that goofy old film.
(Oh, that's the reason he is the way he is. This explains a lot. - Katie E)