The Blob (1958)

The Blob (1958) movie poster

director Irvin Yeaworth
viewed: 02/09/2013

In the musical words of Mack David (and set to a tune penned by Burt Bacharach):

“Beware of the blob, it creeps
And leaps and glides and slides
Across the floor
Right through the door
And all around the wall
A splotch, a blotch
Be careful of the blob”

It’s funny, but the last time that we watched The Blob, five years ago, it was due to similar technical difficulties with a Netflix disc.  It’s the handy thing about having any kind of DVD library (or streaming movie availability) that you have something to fall back on when things don’t go right.

Clara didn’t remember the film at all.  But Felix did.  And though it’s not terribly frightening, the kids had some moments of excited worry about what was going to happen, who the Blob would get next, if the little dog would get away.  In the 1950’s the little dog always gets away, though.

But Felix told me that he and Clara don’t really like scary films.  I asked him if The Blob was really that scary and reminded him that he liked Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954) and Tarantula (1955).

I have an eternal soft spot for The Blob myself.  It’s not the acting, which this time through seemed exceptionally clunky (Felix also noted it).  It’s the Blob itself.  That bib gelatinous, growing, red goop that squeezes under doors, pours through ventilation slats, globs out of the movie theater.  It’s cool.  To me, at least.

Funnily, Clara was very aware of the shots of the miniature sets, the camera tricks to make the Blob be the Blob.  Me, I’m totally susceptible to the magician’s sleight of hand on this one.  My eyes are glued to the big red mass oozing and jumping and gliding.  It’s alive!

And the song is pretty cool too.

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