My friend Oslowe pointed out today that the first of the month is when Netflix lists its new Watch Instantly films, so of course I wandered over to look.

“Ooh!” I said. And “Ooh” again. And then I realized something. Some of the films I was “oohing” over were films I’d tried to watch when I was a kid, and turned off because the effects were terrible. Stop-motion? Oh, ick. Giant matte paintings with thick black lines around the actors in front of them? Spare me. Guy in a rubber monster suit? Oh, God no. (Unless it was that one Italian horror flick where all you ever saw of the suit was a clawed, scaly hand, accompanied by a red flash and some heavy breathing. I was okay with that.)

In short, I missed out on a whole wonderful world of dreck, and another wonderful world of imaginative adventure, because I couldn’t get past the bad effects.

Flash forward a couple of decades or so, and I’m married to an Emmy-award winning visual effects technical supervisor, and I can’t wait to cozy up with Wes Craven’s Swamp Thing.

Go figure.

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