Last night, I went to Screen on the Green (just like I do every Monday in the summer).
The film was The Thing From Another World, and boy, it may just be the most educational thing I've ever seen.
A blood-sucking vegetable dude from outer space crash-lands in the North Pole. And that was the logical part.
The Thing lives off blood. So it goes where there's no one and nothing to eat. It lands the first week of November, and is there for three days and nights. (Yes, in an amazing slice of genius, the North Pole has day-night cycles during what would actually be six months of darkness.) Then the evil veggie starts rampaging through the science station, doing battle with wisecracking military dudes, a hot secretary, a goofy reporter, and some self-important scientists. The scientists want to study the Thing, and the military want to kill the hell out of it. Eventually the head scientist tries to communicate with the alien, and gets whacked on the head with a two-by-four for his trouble. The military dudes save the day, and the reporter asks the world to "Watch the Skies!"
But here's what you really need to know: Science is bad. Aliens, or really anything that's different from us, are bad. If you don't understand it, you should probably kill it. Hooray for the military! Rah rah rah!
I love the 1950s. Conformity and paranoia.