OF THE MYRIAD MONSTERS THAT HAVE STALKED, CRAWLED, SLITHERED, CREEPED, LURCHED AND SLIMED ACROSS OUR SCREENS, FEW HAVE BEEN AS NIGHTMARISHLY MEMORABLE OR AS EXOTICALLY UNEMBELLISHED AS THE BLOB.
Neither vegetable, mineral nor animal, this indestructible, ever-growing, protoplasmic mass is utterly devoid of conscience, intellect or emotion; its singular purpose being the total consumption and absorption of any living organism that has the misfortune of stumbling into its trajectory. Made in 1958 for just $240,000, The Blob has become a perennial classic of sci-fi horror schlock. Lensed in Pennsylvania by a crew principally versed in making religious and educational shorts, the movie is mostly notable for furnishing Steve (or as he is billed in the opening credits, “Steven”) Mc-Queen with his first starring role.
Exactly 30 years later, writer/director Chuck…