The Fog is a ropey old early 80s movie (dry ice, coloured lights), but I love the central premise of nasty things coming to a coastal town during a heavy mist: it’s so simple, and so effective, that I can forgive the fact that the monsters, when they’re revealed, are pretty daft. I saw it in the cinema when it came out, and for ages after that would attempt to scare various friends and flatmates by knocking on doors/windows etc in a heavy, ponderous manner. Half the fun of The Fog is seeing who’s going to get bumped off next, and how: eyes are gouged out, killer corpses go on the rampage, heads are chopped off with a single stroke of the sword. The bodies pile up but smalltown life goes on, despite the increasingly hysterical warnings of the local DJ (an unintentionally hilarious performance by Adrienne Barbeau). Obviously John Carpenter had bigger successes, but there’s something very straightforward about The Fog that really appeals to me. Knock knock!