The Blob (1988)
When a meteorite lands in the middle of the woods, a gelatinous blob is awakened that begins feeding off the citizens of a quiet Pennsylvania town. With each horny teen that falls prey to its galactic absorbance, the blob grows into a shapeless nightmare that destroys anything and anyone in its path. If this sounds familiar, then you may have seen a baby-face Steve McQueen go toe-to-toe in The Blob; a cult classic that’s become a criterion in the early monster mania of the 1950’s.
Playing to younger crowds looking to squirm in their mint Chevy Impala before moving on to Lovers Lane, The Blob hit the drive-in scene with a clear message – the atmosphere and teen sexuality are heating up, and something must be done! Coming off the success of A Nightmare on Elm Street: Dream Warriors, director Chuck Russell decided to recreate the social and environmental commentary of the original, but with a hip modern flair. Replacing McQueen’s pressed preppy look is Kevin Dillon, sporting the mother of all mullets that perfectly encapsulates what Russell’s remake is; pure, adrenaline filled fun.
With a script co-written by Frank Darabont, Russell streamlines the originals excessive banter that critics knocked, replacing it with some of the most thrilling body invasion since Philip Kaufman’s remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. While I’m generally against remakes playing their hands so closely to the original, The Blob instantly becomes an exception to the rule due to the immense amount of joy that pours onto the screen, making it one of the most exhilarating times you’ll have. That is, until you park your Toyota Prius on Lover’s Lane.