Invasion of the Body Snatchers

Synopsis: The first remake of the paranoid infiltration classic moves the setting for the invasion from a small town to the city of San Fransisco and starts as Matthew Bennell notices that several of his friends are complaining that their close relatives are in some way different. When questioned later they themselves seem changed as they deny everything or make lame excuses. As the invaders increase in number they become more open and Bennell, who has by now witnessed an attempted "replacement" realises that he and his friends must escape or suffer the same fate. But who can he trust to help him and who has already been snatched?
Genre: Horror, Sci-Fi
Director(s): Philip Kaufman
Production: MGM Home Entertainment
  3 wins & 9 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
115 min

There's some more flowers, kids.

Go pick 'em.


That's a pretty one!

- I don't have one.

- Well, go look for one, over there.

Oh, that's beautiful. Let me look at that.

Let me look at that!

Now you can take them home

to your parents. Don't they smell nice!


Too much trouble to pick the mail up

off the floor, Geoffrey?


Look at this flower.

All right! Attaway!

You know, I think I actually

found something rare.


- This plant. I think it's a grex.

- A what?

G-R-E-X. That's when

two species cross-pollinate

and produce a third

completely unique one.

And listen to this:

"Epilobic, from the Greek epi: upon,

and lobos:
a pod."

"Many of the species are dangerous

weeds and should be avoided."


In the garden.

See? Look how quickly it roots.

"Their rapid and widespread growth

was even observed

in many of the war-torn cities of Europe."

"lndeed, some of these plants

may thrive on devastated ground."

Why don't we go up to Vail

for the weekend? Fly up Friday, hm?

OK, maybe. Sure.

Geoffrey! I'm trying to read!

You're in a good mood.

Well, I got something

to look forward to tonight - playoffs.


- What?

- I'm reading.

OK! I'll put the earphones on.

There, see? Happy?

Never mind. I'll go downstairs.

Comment? Qui est l?

Who is it?

Department of Health.

Bonsoir, Monsieur Bennell.

How nice to see you.

What is that supposed to be?

It is cervelles en matelote.

In English, what would I be eating

if I ate that?

- Ah. Calves' brains in red wine.

- Red wine and what else?

Mais, c'est impossible. It's impossible.

It's a secret, Mr Bennell.

You don't have any secrets

from the Department of Health, Henri.

A good young Burgundy, brown stock,

thyme, parsley - just a sprig.

Capers,... a fresh bay leaf, and garlic.

- That's all?

- Oui. Yes.

- What is that?

- A caper.


Do you presume to tell us

what is in this stock?

- It's a rat turd.

- A what?

A rat turd.

- A caper!

- A rat turd.

A caper!

If it's a caper,

eat it.

I'm gonna bring you up

for permit revocation, Henri.

You're charging way too much

to be serving crap like that in here.

But, Monsieur, it is an accident.

You know how careful we are.


- Elizabeth?

- Yes.

- Wake you up?

- No. Hi, Matthew.

- They busted the window of my car.

- Oh, no!

Threw a bottle of wine at it -

not even good wine.

The Warriors won,

so I guess your household's happy.


- What are you doing?

- Oh, nothing.

If you go to sleep now,

you can get up early.

Oh, Matthew...

If you can come in at 7.30,

you can run the tests before 8 o'clock.

Stop! Matthew... stop.

I'm not coming in before 8 o'clock

- in the morning!

- I gotta force the abatement hearing.

- Wednesday's their only free slot.

- No, Matthew!

I will not be there before eight!

I nominated you for

Civil Servant ofthe Year award.

It's true. I think you'll win.

OK, OK, OK. I'll be in at 7.30.

I'll run a salmonella test for you.

Thank you. See you in the morning.

Good night. I'll see you in the morning.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Geoffrey, my God!

How long have you been up?

Not long.

What are you doing?


I wanna throw the book at him. Those

scallops are just cut-up pieces of skate.

I'm sorry. I can start the tests right away.

It's OK...

And something's wrong with the potato.

Either the sour cream is phoney,

or the chives.

I'm sorry. I got up on time.

It was Geoffrey.

- What did the mad dentist do this time?

- I don't know. He was just weird.

He's crazy. All dentists are crazy.

- Are you late?

- No.

He was weird not the way he usually is.

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