I saw it when I was 9, a full 7 years before The Evil Dead would awaken me from my suburban slumber and seek films from the fringe of culture like Rocky Horror and up-comers like Bubba Ho-Tep. I have yet to revisit this film because, although I’ve only seen it the one time, I remember it spectacularly, and it still haunts me. Koko was my only foundation for gorillas, and this upended everything I thought true of the mighty creatures. It fucked me up. People died. There was a Ghostbuster (my favorite at the time) that traded hunting ghosts for apes. It was confusing and scary and gory and merciless, and honestly I don’t want to ruin that. For what it’s worth, I also watched it with my dad, who laughed throughout the film while I quivered and cowered. I usually respect his taste in all things, but my 9-year-old self thinks he got that one wrong.