This remake plainly decided to upgrade the 1958 classic with rebellious youth, timid sex, and a silver platter of potent special effects. In terms of metaphors, the film is a pan filled with surgical tools. Now which tool to use in order to play a precise and specific death is its choice. In some ways, the special effects in The Blob are completely beyond words. The slime effects and acidic touch to the melting skin "wows" me repeatedly. I don't think I'll ever get over how ahead of the time this film was. Well, it was until fault lay blame on Kevin Dillon's mullet. I feel ethically responsible enough on behalf as reviewer to tell you that the effects in this film is an unholy conjoining of Street Trash and John Carpenter's The Thing. This alone should tell you all you need to know.
Starring a young Shawnee Smith, who still had a dependable agent, the youth cast in this film is introduced without a moments hesitation only to serve as mindless cattle as soon as the "blob" hits the fan. I found myself shocked by the sheer quantity of deaths in this film. In material covering killer slime, a departure was much needed to save from the tedious hassle of an unnoticeable body count and the lack of laced humor. If The Blob had attempted to strictly follow the suit of a horror or even a horror drama, the result would have been questionable and laughable. The Blob is laughable, but in a relative way. Watching a citizen dive for safety only to be smashed and absorbed by a tendril is deserving of its own popcorn bowl.
For any fans of killer slime, check out William Essex's novel simply titled Slime.
With a last minute convergence of horror and drama (comedy's still there, folks), The Blob takes an intelligent turn towards political commentary with the discovery that this creature was a man made experiment to gain the upper-hand on those damn Russkies. But that's always the case, isn't it? In the 80s, a "who-dun-it?" governmental conspiracy plot twist was racy, fresh, and believable. In today's cinema, this happens as a common occurrence. I don't even think twice. Sometimes, I really do wonder about transpiring events like this. What if the Mothman was an experiment in organic satellites? It's questions like these make me embrace the unknown tightly with a feverish glint in my eyes.
The Blob is a superior monster attack! flick. With many laugh-a-minute segments and that preserved nostalgic kick, The Blob makes me want to turn up the volume, scoot closer, and descend into the world of the past with cinema that wasn't observant over motifs that were considered politically incorrect. To be blunt, watching an 8 year old being devoured grotesquely by an acidic killing machine, in graphic detail mind you, to be a masterful moment in any form of cinema. Its balls like these that make me appreciate horror. I wouldn't expect anything else from the man who brought us The Mask and Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors.
In memory of Charles Edward Parrish.