Opening with a saxophone-punctuated, little jazz/pop ditty (penned by Burt Bacharach) containing lyrics that go like this - "Beware of the blob! It creeps and leaps and glides and slides across the floor...." - You can bet that this super-schlocky, 1950s, teen, Sci-Fi/Horror flick is guaranteed to deliver (in all of its dead-seriousness) a literal score of priceless, unintentional laughs from start to finish.
And laughs it certainly does produce - Even before the big-bad blob, in all of its gelatinous, cherry-colored glory, makes its first gooey screen-appearance.
From its hilariously dumb dialog, to its totally wooden performances, to its goofy, low-budget special effects - The Blob is sure to please any hardcore fan of 1950s, B-movie junk. You can bet on that.
I mean, how can you possibly go wrong with such wacky highlights that include the blob (growing bigger by the minute) attacking a petrified nurse in Dr. Hallen's office and the blob (now even bigger and meaner than you could ever imagine) invading the local movie theater during a midnight movie show, causing the piercing screams of sheer panic and horrified mayhem to prevail at full-throttle.
And laughs it certainly does produce - Even before the big-bad blob, in all of its gelatinous, cherry-colored glory, makes its first gooey screen-appearance.
From its hilariously dumb dialog, to its totally wooden performances, to its goofy, low-budget special effects - The Blob is sure to please any hardcore fan of 1950s, B-movie junk. You can bet on that.
I mean, how can you possibly go wrong with such wacky highlights that include the blob (growing bigger by the minute) attacking a petrified nurse in Dr. Hallen's office and the blob (now even bigger and meaner than you could ever imagine) invading the local movie theater during a midnight movie show, causing the piercing screams of sheer panic and horrified mayhem to prevail at full-throttle.