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Most of the Atomic Age monster movies I saw on television as a kid- and some of them, THE BLOB included, scared the daylights outta me. Movies like INVADERS FROM MARS made it all too clear to us "small fry" that kids just weren't to be trusted when it came to things like things invading the Homeworld; THE BLOB just reiterated that fact. I recall, fondly, late evenings spent stretched on the floor watching as Body Snatchers and Martian Invaders and Blobs seeped into an unsuspecting society. There was a summer, in the early 1980s, when a local science museum (in Richmond, Virginia) ran an Atomic Age classic every weekend. These were 16mm films, and most were black and white (and the projector was noisy), and the "color" print of THE BLOB had faded to a faint pink- but, man, was it fun. I dragged my mother along, and she enjoyed it as much as I did. It was there, at that science museum, that I truly fell in love with THE BLOB. The filmmaker's intent was, of course, to make money- but it was the sincerity of all involved, from the filmmakers to the "talent" (the players), that made me fall in love with this movie. Corny? You bet. Cheesy? They don't get any cheesier. But, man, what a movie!
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De flesta av Atomic Age monster filmer jag såg på TV som barn- och några av dem, BLOB inklusive, skrämde dagsljuset ur mig. Filmer som INVADERS FRAN MARS gjorde det alltför klart för oss "small fry" att barn var helt enkelt inte att lita på när det gällde saker som saker som invaderar Homeworld; BLOBBEN upprepade just detta faktum. Jag minns, ömt, sena kvällar som tillbringades på golvet och tittade på när kroppssnatchers och marsinvaders och blobs sipprade in i ett intet ont anande samhälle. Det blev en sommar, i början av 1980-talet, då ett lokalt vetenskapsmuseum (i Richmond, Virginia) drev en Atomtidsklassiker varje helg. Dessa var 16mm filmer, och de flesta var svartvita (och projektorn var bullrig), och "färg" trycket av THE BLOB hade bleknat till en svag rosa- men, mannen, var det roligt. Jag släpade med mig min mor, och hon tyckte lika mycket om det som jag. Det var där, på det där vetenskapsmuseet, som jag verkligen blev kär i BLOBBEN. Filmskaparens avsikt var naturligtvis att tjäna pengar men det var uppriktigheten hos alla inblandade, från filmskaparna till "talanen" (spelarna), som fick mig att bli kär i den här filmen. Corny? Det kan du ge dig på. Tufft? De blir inte mer fega. Men vilken film!
Most of the Atomic Age monster movies I watched on TV as a child and some of them, BLOB including, scared the daylight out of me. Movies like INVADERS FROM MARCH made it all too clear to us "small Fry" that children were simply not to be trusted in things like things that invade Homeworld; the BLOB repeated this very fact. I remember, tenderly, late evenings spent on the floor watching as body natches and marsinvaders and blobs seep into an unsuspecting community. There was a summer, in the early 1980s, when a local science museum (in Richmond, Virginia) operated an Atomic Time classic every weekend. These were 16mm films, and most were black and white (and the projector was noisy), and the "color" print of THE BLOB had faded into a faint pink- but, man, it was funny. I dragged my mother along, and she liked it as much as I did. It was there, at that science museum, that I really fell in love with the BLOB. The filmmaker's intention was of course to make money but it was the sincerity of everyone involved, from the filmmakers to the "talan" (the players), that made me fall in love with this film. Corny? You bet on it. Tough? They won't be any more cowardly. But what a movie!