A long, long time ago I saw a version of The Blob that had me hiding behind the couch in terror - and I loved it. This wasn't that version. If I had seen this version, I probably would have been put off films for life.
Set in very cheesy 1950's roll-n-roll days, Steve McQueen is half of a sickening sweet romancing couple who witness a meteor crash near their town. At the crash site, they find that a homeless man has something stuck to him and rush him to the doctor. The "something" turns out to be an endlessly growing blob and that is hell-bent on consuming the conspicuously perfect American dream little town. The Doctor, and nurse are doomed and eventually after feasting on a movie theatre, the blob does what any American does next, attempts to consume a fast food joint. The hapless heroes are, of course, trapped inside.
I like the idea of a blob monster - something very alien but it is just trying to live and eat, it's not on an intelligent warpath. Yet in this film, everyone and everything was far too clean cut to make it enjoyable - it was cringe inducing just how nice and sweet everyone was. Instead of a horror, it would probably make for a reasonable feel-good Christmas movie - even the red glow of blob is perfect for that. Of course, the little bit of gore and screaming crowds would have to edited out but I think that it may just end up as a better film that way.
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