Not the best
But, definitely very good at doing what it was meant to i.e. scaring my face off....

I hate Arachnophobia, and I'm fairly certain that watching it so young has contributed to my unending fear of those little bastards.

My gran and grandad were looking after me one night when I was a wee knee biter and letting me do all the cool stuff grandparents let you; eating sweets and staying up late basically.

Cue arachnophobia on the telly, and we're set for a good night in, with gramps passed out, and granny settling in to watch it with me.

After the hour and a half of pure fucking terror was up, my gran calmly relays to me how shit the film was, and that she'd seen some right big uns when she and my grandad lived all over with the army.

These things existed?

These monstrous, hideous creatures surely sent by Satan himself to kill me existed?!

According to my gran's nonchalant recollections, yes.

Bollocks.

This film I can honestly say, sticks with me to this day, and is still in my mind as to how much it scared the right royal shit out of me at the wee age of young-ish. It subsequently caused me to lump any and all of the little devil spawn we call spiders in to the same basket as these Nazi killing machines I saw on telly.

In fact it scared me so much that I didn't get to sleep that night, and my nan phoned in sick for me the following morning at school. Silver lining eh? Not when you consider that I shit myself every time I see one of the buggers bigger than a 2p coin.....
(Scrumpy does not negotiate with terrorists,, Wed 23 Jul 2008, 9:30, Reply)