When I first saw “Village of the Damned,” I was 11 years old, staying up late to watch the Million Dollar Movie on our local ABC affiliate.
It wasn’t a particularly scary film, but it did give me a moment’s pause, as much of a moment as an 11-year-old can spare for philosophizing.
It occurred to me, watching that phalanx of tiny blonde aliens, that people had a love-hate relationship wit...