Thursday, May 27, 2010

Close Encounters of the Cool Job Kind

Here's the Gulliver-like head of my pal Glenn Erickson (who by night dons a mask and rides the cinema countryside as DVD Savant), surveying a visual effects landscape for Close Encounters of the Third Kind, summer 1977. Now whenever I view this scene, I picture his looming noggin about to get creamed with a glowing pie. (Fortunately, Glenn likes pie.)

Makes me consider a slight rewrite of a page in Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy:
"For thousands more years the mighty ships tore across the empty wastes of space and finally dived screaming on to the first planet they came across — which happened to be the Earth — where due to a terrible miscalculation of scale the entire battle fleet was accidentally swallowed by a special effects technician."