Feb
16
2008
0

Gun, With Occasional Weightlessness

Okay, so I've been listening to a bunch of the great old radio shows like Lights Out and Inner Sanctum (Lights Out has one of the best taglines in history: "It…is…later…than…you…think…"). Some of them are cheesy. Some of them aren't even remotely scary. But they're fascinating nonetheless. But having heard quite a few of them, I'm tempted to think that surely some version of this scenario must have figured into one of them…

"Five astronauts…one space station…one gun." Of course, make each astronaut from a different country and then that sounds like one of their heavyhanded message productions that would happen from time to time.

I would love to recreate those same productions with a new cast, but using the same classic foley techniques.

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Jan
15
2006
1

Stardust Returns

Stardust made it.

I just want to know: was I the only one who expected the capsule to be made to self-destruct in orbit after it's discovered it was bringing back to Earth some kind of strange radiation?

I'm just wondering.

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