Before Cronenberg made Scanners, a little underrated gem by the name of The Fury came out in 1978. Directed by Brian de Palma in his prime and composed by John Williams who is always in his. The film is a supernatural thriller involving psychic powers and government agencies. Great stuff, but let's fast forward to the best part, the ending. This could actually be the greatest ending to any movie ever. Gillian finally excepts her powers and avenges Peter and Robin's deaths. Her eyes turn a deep blue as our villain starts convulsing violently. Then suddenly our victim explodes into tiny pieces as his head pops off like a champagne cork, splat! roll credits. I just wish I was able to see this in 1978 on the big screen. After seeing John Cassavetes blowing up 13 times from every conceivable angle, I'd stand up and cheer-and I'm not one of those clapping/cheering at the end of a movie types-but I'd do the goddamn Arsenio Hall rapid double fist pump after that ending. "Whoop Whoop Whoop"