Thank you, TCM, for restoring my mental health.
I saw The Man From Planet X last year. I didn't realize I'd seen it before, as a young kid, until the scene where the girl looks into the porthole, face-to-face with the spaceman. There's nothing gross about him, nothing particularly menacing, either. It's just, suddenly there he is, close-up, with this super-creepy, super alien look -- and the girl's bloodcurdling scream to complete the package.
You have to put yourself into a child's mind. It's about images. Even in black & white he was green! There are Val Lewtonesque atmospherics here. Kinda creepy, a miasma covering everything. Watching in the dark....
That moment had given me nightmares for years. Now that I've seen TMFPX a lifetime later, I realize where those nightmares came from. This is how psychoanalysis is supposed to work, except instead of a shrink all I needed was TCM!
How about you? Maybe not nightmares for years, but did that scene scare the bejeezus out of you?