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.As Cliff heard them a mist passed over his eyes and his body went numb.As he recovered and his eyes came back to focus he saw the great shipdisappear.It just suddenly was not there any more.He fell back a step ortwo.In his ears, like great bells, ran Gnut s last words.Never, never was he to disclose them till the day he came to die. You misunderstand, the mighty robot had said. I am the master.THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL Twentieth Century-Fox 195192 minutes.Produced by Julian Blaustein; directed by Robert Wise; screenplayby Edmund H.North;director of photography, Leo Tover; art directors, Lyle Wheeler and AddisonHehr; special photographic effects by Fred Sersen; music by Bernard Herrmann;Page 83ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlset decorations by Thomas Little andClaude Carpenter; edited by William Reynolds; makeup by Ben Nye; wardrobedirection by CharlesLeMaire; Klaatu s costume designed by Perkins Bailey; costumes designed byTravilla; sound by ArthurH.Kirbach and Harry M.Leonard.Cast Michael Rennie (Klaatu), Patricia Neal (Helen Benson), Hugh Marlowe (TomStevens), Sam Jaffe(Prof.Barnhardt), Billy Gray (Bobby Benson), Frances Bavier (Mrs.Barley),Lock Martin (Gort), DrewPearson (Himself), Harry Lauter (Platoon Leader), Gabriel Heatter, H.V.Kaltenborn and Elmer Davis (Newscasters).THE FOG HORNby Ray Bradbury filmed asTHE BEAST FROM 20,000 FATHOMS(Warner Brothers, 1953)When Ray Bradbury penned  The Fog Horn for the Saturday Evening Post in 1952,he unknowingly opened Up a Pandora s Box-full of monstrous behemoths thatwould be attacking theater audiences for years to come.His poignant tale of a giant lizard hopelessly infatuated by an inanimatelighthouse served as the springboard for The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms, thefirst of many dinosaur-on-the-loose films that thrill-seeking audiencesdevoured during the 1950s and early 1960s.Although the motion picture concentrated mainly on scenes of the ten-storycreature wreaking havoc in downtown Manhattan, Bradbury s brief but effectivestory is depicted beautifully in a short four-minute sequence.Shots of the giant lizard violently caressing the shadowy stone structurecapture superbly the author s masterful blend of pathos and the bizarre.Part of the credit for this unusually fine segment must go to special effectswizard, Ray Harryhausen.Employing a difficult and time-consuming technique called stop-motionanimation, Harryhausen posed a three-foot dinosaur model, exposed a frame offilm, moved the lizard replica almost imperceptibly, shot another frame, andso on.When run normally through a projector, the speeding film breathed lifelikemovement into the reptile model.It took approximately seven months to complete the elaborate special effectsand incorporate them into the live-action footage, which, by comparison, hadbeen shot over a mere two-week period.Then, onJune 13, 1953, The Beast struck terror in over fifteen hundred theaters acrossAmerica.By the end of the summer it had earned in excess of five milliondollars more than twenty times its original production cost!Needless to say, giant monsters from around the globe came out of hiding for apiece of the action.Britain unleashed both The Giant Behemoth and the prehistoric Georgia, theUnited States had its oversize ants in Them, Italy gave us the slimy blobCaltiki, and Japan laid claim to perhaps the most enduring creature of alltime, Godzilla, King of the Monsters.Had Ray Bradbury only known.THE FOG HORNby Ray BradburyOUT THERE in the cold water, far from land, we waited every night for thecoming of the fog, and it came, and we oiled the brass machinery and lit thefog light up in the stone tower.Feeling like two birds in the gray sky,McDunn and I sent the light touching out, red, then white, then red again, toeye the lonely ships.And if they did not see our light, then there was alwaysour Voice, the great deep cry of ourPage 84ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlFog Horn shuddering through the rags of mist to startle the gulls away likedecks of scattered cards and make the waves turn high and foam. It s a lonely life, but you re used to it now, aren t you? asked McDunn. Yes, I said. You re a good talker, thank the Lord. Well, it s your turn on land tomorrow, he said, smiling,  to dance theladies and drink gin. What do you think, McDunn, when I leave you out here alone? On the mysteries of the sea. McDunn lit his pipe.It was a quarter pastseven of a cold November evening, the heat on, the light switching its tail intwo hundred directions, the Fog Horn bumbling in the high throat of the tower.There wasn t a town for a hundred miles down the coast, just a road which camelonely through dead country to the sea, with few cars on it, a stretch of twomiles of cold water out to our rock, and rare few ships. The mysteries of the sea, said McDunn thoughtfully. You know, the ocean sthe biggest damned snowflake ever? It rolls and swells a thousand shapes andcolors, no two alike.Strange.One night, years ago, I was here alone, whenall of the fish of the sea surfaced out there.Something made them swim in and lie in the bay, sort of trembling and staringup at the tower light going red, white, red, white across them so I could seetheir funny eyes.I turned cold.They were like a big peacock s tail, movingout there until midnight.Then, without so much as a sound, they slipped away,the million of them was gone.I kind of think maybe, in some sort of way, theycame all those miles to worship.Strange.But think how the tower must look to them, standing seventy feetabove the water, theGod-light flashing out from it, and the tower declaring itself with a monstervoice.They never came back, those fish, but don t you think for a while theythought they were in the Presence?I shivered.I looked out at the long gray lawn of the sea stretching away intonothing and nowhere. Oh, the sea s full. McDunn puffed his pipe nervously, blinking.He had beennervous all day and hadn t said why. For all our engines and so-calledsubmarines, it ll be ten thousand centuries before we set foot on the realbottom of the sunken lands, in the fairy kingdoms there, and know real terror.Think of it, it s still the year300,000Before Christ down under there.While we ve paraded around with trumpets,lopping off each other s countries and heads, they have been living beneaththe sea twelve miles deep and cold in a time as old as the beard of a comet. Yes, it s an old world. Come on.I got something special I been saving up to tell you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]