Crisp+crimson+succulent flesh, yielded by free range critters brought up in low pollution areas. Ethical omnivores, unite! Seeing how fast that thing explodes from the hosting body, I'd add a gunky slogan to the niche farming products I'd scheme to dish out to the strictly connoisseur: forget the balut eggs and controversial fetal soups, here're fresh viviparian delights to take you smack into lymph-dripping Arcadia!
The filmmaking is exemplary. From the foreboding atmosphere created by the isolated setting, pulsing soundtrack & inventive shot compositions, to the grotesque & barely bettered special effects, the film is a masterclass of cinematic form. However, it's the storytelling & its combination of a Hawksian narrative with deeper psychological concerns that gives the film its lasting impact, where fear & paranoia take hold.
Rewatch of a restored 35th-anniversary print. How old-fashioned this film is! The lighting/color schemes (all the humans are drab while the alien gore is three dozen different colors), the acting beats, and the incidental music (aside from the main theme) would all be right at home in a '40s-'50s genre film.
Top Ten countdown – #8 The most terrifying film there is. Carpenter reduces all elements—save for the violence—to the basics: an empty hellscape, simple characterizations, minimalist soundtrack, an exactitude and precision in shots that's unrivaled. We're the thing(s) and all its/our terrors, evil has always been here and we're the mask that covers it. No morality or hope is left, only a pit, and inside it our end.
I never quite got the sense that the monster was the unstoppable force of nature that the movie wanted it to seem like, and that's really the only thing holding this movie back imo because the special effects are unreal and the interpersonal tension is fantastic
So so so so fucking creepy and gross. Atmosphere was incredible. Some really badass moments as well as some great cinematography. Obviously the famous special effects are still amazing. I definitely need to see way more Carpenter!
Surprisingly pithy horror film, enlivened by Russell's whiskey-swigging, so-cool-he-wears-a-leather-jacket-in-the-freezing-cold nonchalance and a gooey, gory virtuoso display from the now lamentably lost cinema art of animatronics.
Goddamn, shoot me in the eye! 35mm is the only way to watch this brilliant piece of genre cinema. I love the art production, the paranoia, the score, and kurt russell as the lead gives me a reason to live!