Every now and then I like to talk about a movie I've seen recently that's made an impression on me (to date, the only other entry has been Herzog's Bad Lieutenant), and today that movie is 1959's "The Fly." Easily overshadowed by its 80's remake starring Jeff Goldblum and directed by David Cronenberg, The Fly is one of those 50's horror films that gets written off as camp or cheese, when in fact it is actually a very creepy experience in its own right.
Though its monster is far lower tech than Cronenberg's, its creepiness comes from the sparing use of a full-on Fly shot, and especially from witnessing the human side of the title character start to slip away through the degeneration of his ability to write, and form complete thoughts.
Throw in Vincent Price, and one of the most unnerving end sequences I've seen in a while, the original production of The Fly is definitely a lost classic, and is well worth your time.
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