Pop-cultural immortality would be owed The Blob
(1958) merely for its jaunty main-title sequence and that iconic, later-arriving shot of a marauding mass of Jell-O oozing out of every window and door of a besieged movie theater. But look beyond such cheap thrills, and what you have is actually a fairly credible intergenerational drama, with a young Steve McQueen and his teen pals forming an uneasy alliance with a bunch of older squares to rid their town of a menace from space. (Go easy on those cops and parents, Steve: They fought a world war for ya.) It’s kind of a low-rent Rebel Without a Cause
, but with homicidal goo. A few years later, kids McQueen’s age would be shipped off to ’Nam, and the Blob would move on to bedeviling Larry Hagman. Hey, you don’t always get to pick your battles.
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