Directed by the great John Llewellyn Moxey (HORROR HOTEL â€™60) and co-written by Lewis John Carlino (A REFLECTION OF FEAR â€™72) and Sandor Stern (THE AMITYVILLE HORROR â€™79), the 1974 made-for-TV movie WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE has occupied a large space in my brain ever since I was a child. I remember my entire family being excited to watch it the night it aired because part of it was filmed at our local grocery store. Having recently moved to California, the concept of seeing a familiar place on our television was still quite mind-blowing.
And who could resist such a title and premise? WHATPG tells the tale of the Anders family who spend their free time in the woods collecting rocks and fossils. One day mother bows out early and returns home but father Steven (Peter Graves), daughter Deborah (Kathleen Quinlan), and son David (George Oâ€™Hanlon Jr.) decide to explore a cave. While inside the cave, some kind of never fully explained solar flair type incident occurs and the outcome is that just about every human (who was not safely hanging in a cave) is turned to literal dust. The surviving family members are left in an eerie unpopulated world where they search for answers, their certainly dead mom, and general supplies, (at my then local grocery store) all while battling mad dogs and a few other stray survivors. Honestly, not much of interest happens but boy is it creepy and vaguely depressing. I found the movie particularly engrossing because I knew exactly what the Anders were going through as even at my young age, I had already experienced the death and demise of every living person on Earth myself (or so I thought)â€¦
Iâ€™m sorry, this is a Trojan horse of a post. Iâ€™m not here to discuss the adventures of the Anders family; Iâ€™m here to talk about the time when I was 4 years old and my parents abandoned me on a beach. Itâ€™s sadly true and I seriously thought that every single person in the world had died for some reason (I guess I was a pretty morbid 4-year-old).
Ya see, my family was vacationing at a beach house and sharing the joint with a few Aunts and Uncles and their kids. At some point, I was playing in the sand with my cousins, and all of the sudden I looked up to find I was completely alone. Where once there was laughter and commotion, suddenly there was a deathly silence; everyone had vanished. I went back inside the house and nobody was there either. Seventeen loud, squawking, clamoring people (six parents, and 11 children) had suddenly evaporated into thin air. I was alone and obviously, I would remain alone for the rest of my life.
I guessed Iâ€™d have to learn to fend for myself. How would I eat? I could make toast. I knew how to make toast so I did. Iâ€™d need money. My father had pennies all over his dresser. I was sure he wouldnâ€™t mind me grabbing some cash on account of he was dead. In some ways this was the first day that I became aware of myself thinking inside of my head, feeling myself as an individual rather than some brainless tentacle attached to my parents. It was scary and surreal and I felt like I had graduated from passenger to driver in my own body. Iâ€™m pretty sure time stopped and every dust mote began to glow like a firefly. I was a deep-sea diver in Godâ€™s aquarium and I had to be brave and simply move forward through the invisible lava.
There was a store down the road where earlier my cousins and I bought candy ( sour apple laffy taffy?). Maybe I could venture there and perhaps find other survivors (thus began a cross between HOME ALONE (â€™90) & THE ROAD (2009) but Iâ€™m four, at least my mother tells me I was four; she wouldnâ€™t be above smudging the truth to make hes self look less culpable. I could have easily been three). I went on my arduous journey. I donâ€™t think I passed a single soul on the way to the store so I was very relieved to see a fellow human working behind the counter. I attempted to buy some candy but was told I didnâ€™t have enough pennies and thatâ€™s when I lost it and began to cry like the baby I practically was. The cashier lady was rightfully mortified and wanted to know where my mother was. I told her my sorry tale and she agreed to walk me home (I didnâ€™t know the address but I could show her). Midway back she asked what my mother looked like and I pointed to a woman approaching and said she looked like her. And it was my mom! Not only was she alive, but apparently, she was also OK with showing her neglectful face in public again (at least I assumed it was my rightful mother- thereâ€™s still a possibility that my entire family was abducted and replaced by pod people)!
THEY HAD ALL GONE TO A CARNIVAL. They took three cars and the occupants of each car for some reason assumed I was in another. Seventeen people and not one of them thought to count heads. They didnâ€™t even notice I was missing until they arrived at the carnival. In fact, they all stayed and enjoyed the carnival as my mom (perhaps begrudgingly) was sent back to find me on the open beach where she left me (I didnâ€™t know how to swim so luckily I didnâ€™t drown; I was too busy walking down the middle of a road- did I mention I was (theoretically) four?) Where have all the people gone? I donâ€™t know the answer to that but I can certainly tell you where my family can go as far as Iâ€™m concerned (and itâ€™s not to THE CARNIVAL. I kid, I kid. For the most part).
Eventually this story became a laugh riot legend within my family and Iâ€™m very happy to guffaw along. If anyone cared to notice though, there is no laughter behind my eyes, only a dark void and every once in a while a tell- tale facial tick hints at unthinkably monstrous ideas ping-ponging within my skull. Letâ€™s face it though, my family has never been known for noticing subtle details (like missing children).
Thank you for letting me get that off my chest. Everything turned out fine (if you donâ€™t count the lifelong psychological damage). Anyway, WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE is prime seventies TV movie entertainment. Just be careful who you choose to watch it with. Some people can’t be trusted.
For the sake of comedy/therapy, I had to throw my mother under the bus in this post! I’m sure she’ll understand.
In fact, I just talked to her last night. So I have a couple of corrections:
There were actually more people staying in the house and so more people are to blame.
I was glad to hear my dad went back to look for me too! My mom just found me first.
Mom says they were really very horrified by the whole incident,
In her defense, my mom just assumed I was with my cousin Allison because we were usually joined at the hip
Hmmm, this may have been all Allison’s fault.
WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE is on YouTube but the quality is a bit annoying:
Some kind gent tried to restore it so this may be the best online version:
Great tale Unk! When I was only four or so I got lost in a cornfield. Apparently I went missing at around 7 a.m. and was only found at 9 p.m. I seemed like an eternity to me – I swear that I recall at least one full night in there somewhere, but the mind (allegedly) distorts such things. I don’t know why it took so long to find me, as they were searching like hell all day and I was only maybe half a mile away from the farmhouse. I remember getting down into an irrigation ditch to cool off at one point – maybe they went right by me and did not see me. I though that I was going to be living in the corn field for a while, so I tried eating the corn and then – worms. Yes, in my unwarranted desperation, I ate worms. I also drank plenty of ditch water full of Agent Orange or whatever they were spraying the crops with back in the 70s.
While WHATPG is not really applicable to my situation (I did not think that I was the last person alive, I just thought that I was hopelessly lost), the novel “In the Tall Grass” by King/Hill dredged up that sense of being surrounded by tall corn plants with sharp leaves, unable to see farther than a few feet in any direction.
If it makes you feel any better Unk a somewhat similar thing happened in our family too. We went to see a baseball game – our original date was rained out so we were off to watch the recently Seaverless Mets lose two games instead of one in a doubleheader. We lived in the Finger Lakes region and were driving to Long Island and back so it was a long day of ‘fun’. Because it was such a special trip we packed a couple of extra kids into the station wagon – cousins and neighbors – so there were eight of us total in the car. I can’t imagine what my parents were thinking or whether it was some form of penance for unspoken transgressions but that was the horrible plan: two ballgames and hours of driving with fidgety kids. You can see where this is going. Already sunbeaten and exhausted after the games we piled back in the stylish wagon with the fake wood paneling and proceeded to inch out of the old Shea Stadium complex for a good 45 minutes or so before finally hitting homeward bound road with a sigh of relief and burst of speed. It was only after another 20 minutes of driving someone said “Where’s Brian?”. We had left my brother back there somewhere. In retrospect it seems terrifying to me now that I’m old and jaded, all the horrible things that could’ve happened. I don’t remember how long it took to get back to Shea. I do remember the complete silence in the car. I remember noticing my father’s driving for the first time as he cut people off and sped and weaved. In order to get back into the lots they had to admit to security that they forgot a kid which to me now is freakin’ hilarious. I remember the lot attendants and security helping my parents find him while us kids were under strict orders not to leave the car for any reason whatsoever. All ended up just fine though and we made it back to the boonies sometime in the middle of the night. We never went to another game again.
Yikes! That stresses me out just reading about it! I can’t imagine that drive back. it just sounds like torture. I totally get it. I have recurring nightmares all the time that my cat is lost and I have to get my cat home and finally I realized I’m the cat! i’m the one who is perpetually lost and unsafe!
I think that’s why Blair Witch really works for me because it’s all about being lost and disoriented but it also makes it seem that they’re almost stuck in another dimension where nobody else exists anymore. I think Grave Encounters & As Above So Below conveyed that too familiar feeling well for me too!
Thanks for sharing that story! I feel less alone!
That’s astonishing! You were lost for so long! It’s so wild how your mind starts working when you are in that situation isn’t it? That even as a kid you go to full survivor mode and start thinking about where you’’ll get food and water from. I’m so glad I had toast instead of worms! I’ve got to read that King/Hill story! This is why the horror genre will always provide comfort for me!
Here’s a tip when you’re feeling lost and alone. Pull out a pocket knife and start sharpening it. Guaranteed, within 10 to 15 seconds, someone will appear to tell you you’re sharpening it wrong.