You’re Not Old Enough Son
by Barry Atkinson
6x9 paperback, 330 pages, $25
British author Barry Atkinson offers this nostalgic reminiscence
of his childhood quest to sneak into X-rated horror films such as Them!, Tarantula, Rodan, Dracula, Atom Age Vampire, and many other horror and sci-fi classics.
REVIEW FROM AMAZON.COM BY
Alan Brooks of Trollenberg, Switzerland
This book is amazing! I grew up after the monster boom of the 1950's that took place on the big screen and discovered gems like "The Thing", "Fiend Without a Face" "Creature from the Black Lagoon", "Rodan" and others on TV shows like "Creature Double Feature" and 'Science Fiction Theater" in the early 70's. I always wondered what it was like growing up in the 1950's and seeing a new monster movie every week as a double feature or an all day event on the big screen. Barry Atkinson paints a wonderful picture what it was like being able to see "Them!" "The Crawling Eye", "Tarantula" and other 1950's classics as audiences dicovered them for the first time and children schemed to see next week's monster movie. You need to buy two copies of this book if your life still revolves around these classic monster movies. One to keep on display in your collection on the shelf and one that you will wear out reading over and over again.in!
YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH SON
My previous book on the subject of horror, science fiction, and fantasy films, “You’re Not Old Enough Son,” chronicled my journeys through the British fantasy cinema scene during the 1950s and 1960s. These were golden years as I viewed them. Years when fantasy fare spanning the decades 1930 to 1960 (but mostly the 1950s) was served up continuously week after week, month after month, and year after year
List Price: $25.00
6" x 9" (15.24 x 22.86 cm)
Black & White on White paper
Midnight Marquee Press, Inc.
I realized that an audience in the new decade of the 1970s couldn’t (and wouldn’t) possibly expect to put up good money to sit through a double bill of “Attack of the Crab Monsters” and “The Beast with a Million Eyes,” which only a few years earlier would have drawn a full house on a rainy Sunday afternoon at Leatherhead’s Crescent cinema. Maybe, just maybe, I should join them and stop burying my head in the past, however glorious that past may have been. So I endeavored to put a brave face on things and think more positively—for all one knew, what was around the corner might not be quite as bad as I imagined it to be. These, then, are my continued travels through the fantasy cinema in England from 1971 to 2005. The views on all films mentioned, as in my last book, are entirely my own!