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The good thing about having three sons spread about in age is that for the foreseeable future there will always be someone around to endure my love for odd movies. Kipp, 10, now, is on the verge of not being able to take "One Crazy Summer" one more time and I can understand that. He's seen it at least 40 times, and John must have watched it with me at least that many times when he was a pre-teen. And with John, being we were alone for so much of his early days, I watched The Lion King with him, no kidding, at least 70-80 times over the course of three or four years.

Right now the movie I have protected on the DVR and will watch a few minutes of when I get a chance is 1951's The Creature From Another World. This is not a film from my younger days, as way back then we only had 4-5 channels and why would they televise a cool old movie when Mel Jaas could host Bringing Up Baby one more time?

I was fascinated with comic books and monster movies when I was a kid, especially Captain America. I'd try to stay up until midnight to catch Horror Incorporated, hoping that they'd broadcast one of the Creature from the Black Lagoon films.

I actually first saw The Creature From Another World in the 1990s and realized that it is superior in a lot of ways to the well-known John Carpenter remake, The Thing. Kipp seems to like it, and TJA looks at it for a little while before launching off to his next activity. His 'Dad movie' time is coming.

I think I'll start him off on either The Mole People or perhaps The Giant Gila Monster. Good stuff.

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