It flies through the sky like a flaming testicle. It crashes in the woods provoking unwise curiosity. Once unleashed, it is insatiable and indiscriminate.
What is it exactly? A gelatinous monster from outer space? Pink slime with a chip on its shoulder? Close. It’s bacteria that has become predatory. And the US Government has a lot of explaining to do.
In a quiet small town where football is religion and a lack of snow is hurting the local economy, the arrival of this dangerous substance exposes an unprepared population to merciless mayhem and absorption. In other words, they won’t see it coming.
It doesn’t have an official name but The Blob is a fitting description. It oozes and squeezes its victims, sucking them into its ever growing shapelessness, powerfully grabbing them with tentacles that spool out, up and down like a fishing rod. It’s like vindictive Jell-o crossed with an octopus.
It’s addicted to human flesh, no matter the taste, no matter the quality. Be you sinner or saint, you’re a goner.
It’s like a constantly moving, demented art piece with human faces and limbs poking out for attention but permanently trapped within the goo, forever gasping into the void. Floating around in a glass prison in the Phantom Zone would be a preferable fate.
If only what I’m describing was truly terrifying to watch, though, for this material can’t be taken seriously. But at least it’s less stupid than its 1958 inspiration. Trying to pass off 27-year-old Steve McQueen, with his prematurely craggy face, as a 17-year-old high school student was the least of its own problems.
This version of The Blob, very much emblematic of its time with its synth-heavy score and glam metal throwaways, isn’t creepy enough to work as a thriller and it’s not ridiculous enough to be a guilty pleasure. Coming three years after The Stuff, itself a flawed miss, at least that film found some humour in its absurd premise. Playing it straight here hurts the cause greatly.
Early on, we’re introduced to a few, key characters. Kevin Dillon, with his magnificent, curly-haired mullet, is the obligatory bad boy who isn’t so bad at all. He’s supposed to have a criminal record but mouthing off at dim-witted authority figures is a virtue and, as this movie proves, absolutely vital for survival.
Looking a lot like a young Steven Tyler, especially when he glares which is often, he’s a loner more at home riding his motorcycle in the woods than fraternizing with his peers, although he’s not entirely unfriendly.
He clashes with the sheriff (Jeffrey DeMunn in a good, natural performance) and even more so with his deputy (hotheaded Paul McCrane from Robocop), especially after they bring him in for questioning following an incident at a local medical facility.
Super cute Shawnee Smith, who went on to be one of the many victims of Jigsaw, plays a cheerleader out on her first date with a football player (Donovan Leitch). But after driving into a can-collecting old man coming out of the woods, it’s cut short as they rush him in to see the only doctor in town.
Dillon, who happens to be following him after trying to fix his broken bike (he crashes it while attempting to clear a walking bridge in a early scene which means he will be more successful later on when it counts), is ordered by Leitch to get in the car.
While going to get a diet soda for Smith as they wait in the hospital for an update, Leitch notices something moving under the old man’s blanket as he lies motionless on his bed. After rushing to get the doctor, already preoccupied consulting another patient for possible surgery, after the unveiling only the top half of the old man is visible. And the jelly-thing on his hand has disappeared.
After rushing into the doc’s office to contact the sheriff, guess who’s right behind the door. Only poor Smith witnesses what happens next but of course no one believes her, not even an already bolted Dillon who she later spots walking around after being let go by the sheriff’s department. He will not be a skeptic for long.
As they overcome their tension over food in the local diner that same night (this is the first time they’ve spoken to each other during three years of high school), The Blob has somehow snuck into the sink pipe in the kitchen which means there will be some job openings shortly.
As characters I like are quickly disposed of (hate when that happens), Dillon and Smith find themselves locked in the restaurant’s freezer where they discover the evil jelly’s weakness. Now do they bother telling anybody about this once they make it out safely? Nope. Instead they get rounded up by dumb guys in hazmat suits and placed in an armored van. (Military tactics are useless against it which means they employ them every chance they get.)
Dillon, ever resourceful (he works in the local garage), manages to get the back doors open with a handy ratchet loaned to him by his boss Moss (Beau Billingslea) and jumps out without Smith who wisely endures the full ride so she can rescue her younger brothers at the local movie theatre. In one of the only two genuine laughs in The Blob, the fake horror flick they’ve snuck in to enjoy, Garden Tool Massacre (a spoof of Friday The 13th), features a funny one-liner from one of the on-screen victims. I mean he makes a good point about the hockey mask.
The biggest laugh is a pay-off to a scene that begins in the local pharmacy. Leitch and his rapey football teammate (Ricky Paull Goldin from All My Children) are buying condoms for their dates. Well, actually, Goldin is a little short so Leitch loans him a few bucks for his trip to makeout lane with future Under Siege star Erika Eleniak. However, Goldin tells the pharmacist he’s actually buying them for Leitch after awkwardly encountering the town’s priest. The revelation of Smith’s father when Leitch goes to pick her up for their ill-fated date is brilliant. Ribbed, indeed.
As for Goldin’s date with the future Baywatch babe, let’s just say he’s one of the only characters in the film who deserves the punishment he gets. I don’t know what the least painful way to get killed by this venomous bacteria would be but at least Goldin isn’t squeezed to death while trapped in a phone booth. He should’ve been, though.
It’s tradition in science fiction horror films to have a shady scientist who cares more for the villain than its victims. In this case it’s Dr. Meddows (a miscast Joe Seneca lacking heel heat) who is a little too delighted by the progress of this inevitably doomed top secret government project. No matter what, the homicidal bacteria, now 1000 times its original size, must be protected at all costs. Crazy Joe Debola’s onboard. Goddamn Cold War.
Dr. Meddows is a lot like the dope in the original Village Of The Damned but in that guy’s case he ultimately becomes a suicide bomber when he realizes those pint-sized blonde supervillains he’s trying to educate cannot be civilized. The stubborn Meddows, on the other hand, never has such an epiphany.
There’s another expected scene where one of the locals just happens to overhear incriminating information from the man himself which is later relayed to all the concerned townspeople during a Mexican stand-off between the deputy, the morons in the hazmat suits and the whistleblower. Good luck getting them all to sign a NDA, eh?
At one point, some of our heroes end up in the sewer with The Blob but Dr. Meddows doesn’t care for their safety including that of one of the surviving hazmat guys thrusted down there foolishly to try to capture it intact. So the manhole cover goes on. The tire of an armored van strategically placed on top for good measure. Good thing there’s a bazooka down below.
The Blob was directed by Chuck Russell who went on to make the last good Schwarzenegger shoot-em-up Eraser. He co-wrote the script with Frank Darabont who would redeem himself by making The Shawshank Redemption and The Green Mile.
Considering their later successes and the talented cast in this one, this should’ve been more fun and winningly satirical. I appreciate the attempt to throw a twist in with regards to the actual purpose of the falling meteorite but come on, this is lunacy. It’s just not credible. This material is begging to be over the top in a genuinely fearless way but that creative path is sadly not taken.
The movie takes its time developing the characters somewhat while forgetting to hook us with scary stuff. So while we like some of the players, especially Smith, the sheriff, and the diner owner he fancies, the quietly lurking menace fails to deliver the goods. The special effects have not aged well. And there’s way too many ineffective jump scares.
Another important character is the socially awkward priest from the pharmacy who ends up taking a sample of The Blob for reasons that don’t become clear until the final scene. Let’s just be thankful that that story will never be told.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Monday, October 26, 2020
2:29 a.m.