It’s slime time. From the scatter-shot mind of James Gunn, writer of the Dawn of the Dead remake, comes Slither (check out the Widescreen Edition) a monstrously funny alien-invasion-zombie-horror-comedy.
Tongue firmly in cheek, Gunn affectionately harks back to ’50s sci-fi, ’80s schlock horror and the corporeal disgust of Cronenberg’s Shivers as a South Carolina hick town descends into anarchy when an alien creature’s flesh-burrowing spike transforms businessman Michael Rooker into a slimy, tentacular squid-beast with a craving for raw meat.
Then pink phallic slugs explode from the distended stomach of another victim and wriggle into people’s mouths, turning them into flesh-craving zombies.
Rooker’s trophy wife, laconic cop Nathan Fillion, the town’s foul-mouthed mayor and sparky teenager Tania Saulner fight a spirited rearguard action. You may be tempted to read the victims’ insatiable hunger as a comment on America’s epidemic obesity; or you may be too busy laughing or vomiting to bother with such thematic niceties.