Imagine spending your day uttering deathless prose like;
–“Crashing into this world of horror, a beautiful woman and three adventurers dare to challenge the unknown! A world where life and love are ruled by…THE CYCLOPS!”
At the age of 65, I’ve finally found the career for which I was meant; to enlighten the world by explaining;
–“Here is nature gone mad, revealing a world of terror – a world mastered by a monstrous mutation – the spawn of nuclear fury!”
Or how ‘bout;
–“Here is a weird suspense-filled journey that hurdles you into the most frightening adventure the screen has ever shown!”
I should have been born about 1920. Then I would have been just the right age to do the impassioned voice-overs for the trailers of monster/sci-fi flicks in the 1950’s and introduce a nation of enthralled viewers to;
–“Whit Bissell…demonic as Professor Frankenstein…who creates out of human parts the most terrifying creature to walk the Earth today!”
Or positing out loud the titillating possibility of;
–“Transferring a young girl’s love into terrifying bloodlust!”
I’m so there.
AND you get paid for it.
AND you get to watch the flicks.
“…challenge the unknown!”, “…the spawn of nuclear fury!”, “…weird suspense-filled journey…”, “…human parts…”, “…terrifying bloodlust!”
The words are positively Shakespearean, if Shakespeare had written under the shadow of a nuclear holocaust…and needed to pick up some quick rent money.