It was 1982, and I was stoned, and I happened across David Cronenberg's The Brood (1979).
The Brood is a solid entry into the horror genre, but the weed I had smoked that evening made it exceptional. Under the influence of illicit substances, every single frame of this innovative little film was to me a painter's canvas upon which Cronenberg had lovingly brought order to the whole.
Like I said, I was stoned.
I found this film so beautiful that at one point I was genuinely moved to tears.
It was during the scene depicted in the photo above, when two of the film's "brood"--gnomelike little monsters gestated in a slimy amniotic sac growing from Samantha Eggar's rib cage--donned snow suits and kidnapped little Cindy Hinds, walking her down a snow-covered road to an unimaginable fate.
This shot was so amazing to my drug-addled mind that I started weeping. Real tears, man. Real tears.
Don't judge me. It was the dope talking.