starring Steven McQueen, Aneta Corseaut, Earl Rowe, George Karas
screenplay by Theodore Simonson and Kate Phillips, from an idea by Irvine H. Millgate
directed by Irvin S. Yeaworth Jr.
by Jefferson Robbins Burt Bacharach and Mack David's sock-hoppin' title-track lyrics aside, the key creature of Irvin S. Yeaworth Jr.'s The Blob never "leaps." Sure, it sort of lunges up a stick to absorb an old hermit's paw, but mostly what it does is ooze around, digest flesh, and act as the centring point for the film's fine balance of character, pacing, and grace in the face of certain doom. While The Blob has its light moments, it's seldom again as carefree as its opening credits would seem to portend. The blob crashes within its meteor-case into a riven small-town society and drives it--the way all good monsters do--to better know and reconcile with itself.