Forbidden Planet - the whole sequence at the end with the creature progressively burning its way through blast doors had a profound effect on my childhood - I had nightmares for years. Why can’t they generate atmosphere like that in modern SF movies?
Speaking of Forbidden Planet, when I lived in NY in the '80s there was a wonderful comic book/sci fi/fantasy store in the East Village that took its name from the movie. They later opened a second store uptown on E. 59th. Anyone know if it’s still there?
I don’t think he was even born when The Thing From Outer Space was made, which is seen as one of the great sci-fi movies of the 50s - which broke many barriers (typically with women).
It is said that the Carpenter version is more faithful to the short story, however.