And yet it isn't quite over, and in these dying hours I'll celebrate the summer of 2016 with my idea of the perfect summer movie, THE BLOB (1958). A few of you might be scratching your heads, so I'll try to explain.
As well as being the quintessential drive-in movie, there are numerous reasons THE BLOB gently tugs those heart strings as if an ode to the warmest season.
Teenagers in love, falling stars, Eisenhower-era hot rods, parents who cannot possibly understand, a young Steve McQueen as our steady, reliable high school hero (well, young-ish--he was 27 at the time)...In THE BLOB, these elements come together in a manner seemingly perfectly fused to capture a bit of old magic from summers yore.
And of course, there's the small matter of that titular, mysterious mass itself. You see, the Blob, though it may look like a hunk of Smuckers' strawberry preserves and seem a bit gimmicky and cheap in retrospect, has but one mission: consume everyone in it's path. And with each new victim, it grows ever larger.
Well, it gets bigger. |
When in doubt, reach for the closest jar of acid. But when the Blob invades the local theater's midnight spook show--ground zero for late-night teenage revelry--you know it's only a matter of time... |
While there might only remain a few warm nights this year, THE BLOB perseveres some 58 years later. Or at least it does in this neck of the woods.
Did I mention the catchy theme song(!)?
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