Fri., Mar. 31, 2006 12:00 AM PST
Open your mouth, close your eyes and you will get a big...mouthful of alien sludge. That's the surprise in store for the hapless protagonists of
Slither, a throwback to the halcyon days of drive-in screamers. Children of the '80s have seen this movie a dozen times--boy meets girl, meteor falls on outskirts of small town, voracious alien life-form begins zombifying or killing everything in sight, girl has to ventilate boy with pickax--but they've never seen it in quite such obscenely funny style.
Writer-director James Gunn came up through the low-budget gore factory of Troma Productions (home to the
Toxic Avenger films), and
Slither plays like a well-budgeted display of audacious Tromatic excess, with tongue firmly planted in the cheek of a cartoonishly decapitated head.
Slither's deadpan wit has its price--it's hard to be scared by something this riotously entertaining. But for a piece of slimy horror this tasty, you should leave a little wiggle room.
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