by Billie Doux
Old man: "He looks like something that fell off my dick during the war."
Well, I certainly wasn't bored. In fact, I laughed out loud a dozen times. And there was Nathan Fillion. He's a good enough reason to watch almost anything.
Slither was like an extremely gross parody of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, with a touch of Night of the Living Dead thrown in. Maybe some of The Blob, too; I don't think they could have gotten more mucus and gore into it if they'd tried. And I'm sure they did.
So there was the gore and the mucus. There was constant animal death and dismemberment, too, although it wasn't what I would call disturbing; it's difficult for me to take a mutant attack deer seriously. And there was a lot of weird sexual imagery. When Grant the squid did whatever he did to Brenda, it certainly looked a lot like he was looking for love in all the wrong places. The alien creatures in the later part of the movie were essentially big, crawling tongues, and where were they crawling? Into peoples' mouths. Enough said.
I have to single out Gregg Henry as the foul-mouthed Mayor MacReady, because he gave a gem of a performance. ("Either of you ever seen anything like that? You ever heard of anything like that? Me neither. And I watch Animal Planet all the fucking time.") In fact, pretty much everyone in this movie was good, when they had a chance to act instead of react. That's probably what was wrong with it: not enough Nathan Fillion, and too many alien squids, crawling tongues, and disemboweling tentacles.
I can't really compare Slither to anything else I've ever seen. And I'm not sure I can recommend it. But if you have a twisted sense of humor and a strong stomach, you might want to give it a try.
(And just in case you came here from the blogosphere instead of my site, here's a direct link to my Firefly episode reviews.)