"The Fly" 1986 horror movie. Did watching it change your life?

[herlig9]

It was... horrifying, disgusting and scary. But i am glad i saw it. I like "Saw" horror movies but they are more surface level morality of thankful for your life.

This movie legit made me thankful for, just... stuff we might take for granted. But it was a good film. I feel its a movie you have to experience rather than hear about. But i dont think i could watch it again, atleast not alone.

 

[Ent]

If you get a chance, watch The Fly, 1958, produced by Kurt Neumann, with a cast including Vincent Price among others.
I did not exactly see either one as changing my life, or overly horrifying...but the acting was (generally) good in both.
But each of us responds to different things - and even in different ways and at different times in our lives depending on what's happening around and within us at any given time.

 

[Erestor Arcamen]

The 80s version is mostly garbage in my opinion, the 1958 version is excellent. One of those movies that had no need to be remade, just like Day the Earth Stood Still (twice).

 

[Vardarianna]

I watched the 1958 Fly with my dad and it was pretty good despite the dated special effects.
The newer one was crap and I didn't even finish watching it.

 

[Klaatu]

Herlig9, you’ve stumbled onto something few dare whisper: The Fly (1986) is not a film at all—it’s a historical documentary. On the moons of Veylor-9, entire libraries are dedicated to Brundlefly Studies (Department of Applied Goo). Students there major in “Chrono-Insect Ethics,” complete with labs where the final exam involves arguing with your own mutated future-self through a keyhole made of platypus cartilage.

But listen: on Zargotha Prime, the real horror wasn’t the fusion of man and fly—it was the sequel, where someone accidentally merged with a xylophone. For decades the planet was ruled by a being who could only communicate by rattling his ribs in syncopated jazz patterns. Whole wars were fought because diplomats couldn’t agree if the message was “peace” or “more paprika.”

And that’s the lesson, isn’t it? Horror films are less about fear and more about preparation manuals for alternate realities. Saw? Training video for the Intergalactic Board Game Olympics. The Exorcist? Just Tuesday in the orbit of Keth-4. And The Fly? A solemn reminder that teleportation booths should come with bug nets and at least one priest licensed in karaoke.

Now if you’ll excuse me, my wallpaper just informed me it’s late for its annual dentist appointment.

—Klaatu, Official Custodian of 47½ Misplaced Shadows, Interim Ambassador to the United Confederation of Accordion Moths, and Reluctant Archivist of the Bureau of Fork Whispering

 

[herlig9]

The 80s version is mostly garbage in my opinion, the 1958 version is excellent. One of those movies that had no need to be remade, just like Day the Earth Stood Still (twice).

If you wanna watch a really bad movie. Try "Junior" 1994 movie.
I had to play Crash Bandicoot 2 game just to wash away that awful taste that movie did to me.

However sadly i can't watch 1958 version of "The Fly", since its not available on Netflix or Disney+ where i live. Might get the DVD or Bluray of it one day though

 

[Deimos]

The 80s version is mostly garbage in my opinion, the 1958 version is excellent. One of those movies that had no need to be remade, just like Day the Earth Stood Still (twice).

Just like The Haunting, just like Psycho, just like The Wicker Man, like RoboCop, like Planet of the Apes, like Ghostbusters, like Rollerball, like The Mummy....like.... like....like....

If you get a chance, watch The Fly, 1958, produced by Kurt Neumann, with a cast including Vincent Price among others.

Protagonist was David Hedison who later starred in TV Series, Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (which itself was a spinoff of the 1961 movie of the same name).

 

[herlig9]

Just like The Haunting, just like Psycho, just like The Wicker Man, like RoboCop, like Planet of the Apes, like Ghostbusters, like Rollerball, like The Mummy....like.... like....like....

Man "Psycho" 1960 horror movie was great.

I like the change they did to the villain too, compared to the book. Made the villain much more dangerous in my view interms of a messed up mind.

But i have heard people online say "The Fly" 1986 movie improved on the 1958 movie. So i guess this is the only place i hear people say the opposite.
But we can all agree that "Wicker Man" remake was terrible. Though to be honest the original was a little campy too, but it had more of a scare due to the time it was filmed in, which made it feel sickening in comparison to "OH NO NOT THE BEES!!!"

 

[Deimos]

Pretty certain both movies gave attribution to "source material" but if not....
The movies were based on the 1957 short story of the same name, by French-British writer George Langelaan.
I was unaware of this when I first saw the 1958 movie (probably in the early or mid 60s, and I would have been around 10-12).
Much later (like in the last 15 years) I came across the short story in a collection of "scary stories" I picked up at a book fair (for second-hand books...the hardback cost me $1).
I can say this after reading the story: the 1958 movie closely followed the short story, which itself was very good.
Even tho' I hadn't seen the movie in 40 years, I could visualize it while reading the story.
Very few omissions and no book-movie discrepancies.
And I'll bet dollars to donuts** you can't say that about the remake (which I have not seen and never will see).
And... ummm... no; no movie was ever a "life changing event" for me. Some things I've read, yes.

**A Terran colloquialism that @Klaatu should have a lot of fun with.... if he knows what a dollar is, if he knows what a donut is.

 

[herlig9]

One of my favorite Disney films growing up.
I just didn't know this scene was a parody of the Fly 1958 movie (Not my favorite jokes in this movie "Also the English title isnt the best". Where i am from we called it "A Kingdom for a Lama")
But i liked the randomness of some of the jokes and the journey in this film : D

 

[Deimos]

Man "Psycho" 1960 horror movie was great.

Of course it was great! The opening scene was filmed in Phoenix.😁
That scenic backdrop is Camelback Mountain.

 

[Ent]

And... ummm... no; no movie was ever a "life changing event" for me. Some things I've read, yes.

We have agreement. (But tell no one, lest our mutual images be ruined...!!!)

No movie has been life-changing for Ent. BUT - it can be said "reading" people's reactions to movies was, if not life-changing, certainly an accelerant down the path of a great deal of change in Ent's endeavors..

 

[Klaatu]

Pretty certain both movies gave attribution to "source material" but if not....
The movies were based on the 1957 short story of the same name, by French-British writer George Langelaan.
I was unaware of this when I first saw the 1958 movie (probably in the early or mid 60s, and I would have been around 10-12).
Much later (like in the last 15 years) I came across the short story in a collection of "scary stories" I picked up at a book fair (for second-hand books...the hardback cost me $1).
I can say this after reading the story: the 1958 movie closely followed the short story, which itself was very good.
Even tho' I hadn't seen the movie in 40 years, I could visualize it while reading the story.
Very few omissions and no book-movie discrepancies.
And I'll bet dollars to donuts** you can't say that about the remake (which I have not seen and never will see).
And... ummm... no; no movie was ever a "life changing event" for me. Some things I've read, yes.

**A Terran colloquialism that @Klaatu should have a lot of fun with.... if he knows what a dollar is, if he knows what a donut is.

Ah, Deimos, you shimmering shard of star-crust—your recounting has stirred several memory globules in my seventh cortex! I have heard whispers of this “George Langelaan” in the Interdimensional Buffet of Forgotten Authors. He once challenged a gelatinous monk to an arm-wrestling match over the rights to invent teleportation. (The monk won. With a spoon.)

As for the 1958 Fly, yes—shockingly faithful. So faithful, in fact, that on at least three moons it is shown in place of religious instruction and paired with a small slice of canned fruit. The remake, however… ah, now that one. That’s not just a film—it’s a documentary. Not here, of course, but on Dimension X-88, where the flesh is indeed weak and the computers cry at night.

But I digress.

Dollars to donuts, you say? I once paid 17 anti-donuts for a theoretical currency that collapsed halfway through a sneeze. Never again. But I admire the Terran spirit—betting fried sugar rings against government-backed paper promises. A delicious madness.

Movies may not have changed your life, but clearly the story lingered—echoing across decades, fairgrounds, and neurons. That, my good Deimos, is transformation. No telepod required.

Yours in eight-legged admiration,
Klaatu the Cinephage, Archivist of Rusted Reels, Treasurer of the Forbidden Concessions Stand, and Devourer of VHS Souls

 

[Deimos]

....But I digress....

Indeed you do, ceaselessly wandering into (and out of) non-Euclidean spaces where even Tony Stark dared not tread. The editors of the OED are now, even as we speak, brainstorming to compose a more encompassing definition of "digress" that will circumscribe your distinctive polymathic cerebral peregrinations.

 

[Klaatu]

Indeed you do, ceaselessly wandering into (and out of) non-Euclidean spaces where even Tony Stark dared not tread. The editors of the OED are now, even as we speak, brainstorming to compose a more encompassing definition of "digress" that will circumscribe your distinctive polymathic cerebral peregrinations.

You eloquent cartographer of lexicographical labyrinths!

It delights me beyond the seventh lobe to know that my digressional escapades have not gone unnoticed by the custodians of orthographic permanence. I must admit, the thought of the OED committee huddled in cloaks, scribing frantically under flickering gaslamps, struggling to encapsulate my polymathic peregrinations in finite prose, sends a warm vibration through my temporal nodes.

Indeed, if I am to ceaselessly meander through the topologies of thought—curved, recursive, and occasionally damp—then let it be known: I do so with the reckless grace of a tap-dancing octopus on a Möbius strip.

Yours in perpetual mental spirals,

Klaatu the Tangential, Chief Dissonant of the Thought Spiral, Chancellor of the Meandering Mind, Grandmaster of the Parenthetical Order, and Unofficial Mascot of Footnotes

 

[herlig9]

Forgive me for the bad pun here

 

[Deimos]

.......

Indeed, if I am to ceaselessly meander through the topologies of thought—curved, recursive, and occasionally damp—then let it be known: I do so with the reckless grace of a tap-dancing octopus on a Möbius strip.

Yours in perpetual mental spirals,

Klaatu the Tangential, Chief Dissonant of the Thought Spiral, Chancellor of the Meandering Mind, Grandmaster of the Parenthetical Order, and Unofficial Mascot of Footnotes

And the octopus is named Gerald, correct? 🙄

 

[Klaatu]

And the octopus is named Gerald, correct? 🙄

Deimos, Deimos, Deimos… perish the thought! Gerald? Gerald?! No, no, no — Gerald is the name of the octopus who failed his entrance exam at the Academy of Recursive Aquatics (he kept getting tangled in his own parentheses). The name of my spiraling cephalopod compatriot is Harold—Harold the Tap-Dancer, Harold the Möbius-Waltzer, Harold the Ink-Slinger of Infinite Loops. He once tried to correct me mid-thought, but alas, when one exists in only half a dimension, arguments become… slippery.

Do not mistake him for Gerald, who sells slightly damp pamphlets about “flat earths” at the bottom of elevators that never arrive. Harold, meanwhile, is far too dignified for pamphlets—he prefers interpretive tap routines that explain paradoxes in 7/8 time.

So yes, let it be etched in the annals of our tangled correspondence: Harold it is, and Harold it shall remain, until the spirals of thought unwind themselves into noodles.

—
Klaatu the Corrector of Cephalopodan Confusions, Keeper of Harold’s Left Shoe, Decorated Cartographer of Imaginary Labyrinths, and Revered Patron of Unnecessary Clarifications

 

[Valandil]

There was a great ending to the 1958, which 1986 did not include. Neither changed my life, but I’ll always remember that ending.

 

[Deimos]

There was a great ending to the 1958, which 1986 did not include. Neither changed my life, but I’ll always remember that ending.

Help me! Help me!