Happy Birthday You Sexy Thing!
We feel both elated and old at the same time.
So The Thing turned 30 on Monday. If any of you have been paying attention, I wrote a [crappy] “review” here about a year ago, “documenting” the first time I had seen the seminal 80′s horror flick. It was everything I had imagined it’d be, not a single bit overhyped. The effects especially left me totally stricken. In the balls. Ball stricken.
I’m kind of surprised that body horror like this had never been done before or even really after. Mouths where mouths don’t belong should be a whole genre. Hell, I’m already Googling where I can get a prosthetic, (not for Halloween or anything, but to further alienate myself from the other people in my apartment building). Not to mention twisted appendages and musculature reminiscent of Lovecraftian horror but totally futured the fuck up (what did I even just say), adorn each incarnation of the monster. I can honestly say, a film’s visual effects had never impressed me so much, and have yet to.
It is a shame this movie wasn’t appreciated more 30 years ago, but the 80′s seemed like a pretty weird time. I don’t really have a whole lot more to say that would do it any justice, so go take some time out of your day and watch some Thingy goodness.