Words I hoped never to type.
Harryhausen stamped his imagination on the world, and in the process made us all imagine things differently. We can be grateful that he lived long enough to see that his films lasted and were still loved and his artistry was appreciated.
Fiona, meeting him, said, “I was always fascinated and terrified by the very realistic death throes of your creatures. You traumatised me for life!”
“Well, you seem to be alright now,” he said, genially.
“I’m not!” she replied, equally genially.