Facts and Figures
Run time: 95 mins
In Theaters: Friday 31st March 2006
Box Office USA: $7.8M
Distributed by: Universal Pictures
Production compaines: Universal Pictures
Contactmusic.com: 3.5 / 5
Rotten Tomatoes: 86%
Fresh: 117 Rotten: 19
IMDB: 6.5 / 10
The film is a goofy, but intelligent, combination of David Cronenberg's seminal slimy freak-out Shivers, the underrated teen zombie slugfest, Night of the Creeps, The Hidden, and one of the countless ribald, hicksploitation flicks that clogged the drive-ins in the '70s (I don't think I've seen such a cast of less-than-attractive performers outside of Quest for Fire.)
Like any good film of this type, Slither opens with the arrival of a meteorite, immediately invoking The Blob and Creepshow. The gooey inhabitant of this wayward space flotsam crash lands in the backwater of Wheeley. It's a town of drunks, the handicapped and the desperate. The main players are the mayor (Gregg Henry), a foul-mouthed party animal, the chief of police (Nathan Fillon, Serenity) who pines for his lost love (Elizabeth Banks, Seabiscuit), and said lost love's husband, the rich, bald (and surprisingly buff) Grant Grant (Michael Rooker). When Grant stumbles upon the creature and it forces its way into his body, a thoroughly disgusting transformation takes place. Grant goes from buff to blistered and oozing, twin tentacles sprouting from his belly to inject baby worms into the unsuspecting. Yes, it's about as nasty as it sounds. That's when Grant's not eating up the pet population of the town.
Eventually Grant transforms into a pink squid-like monstrosity that scours the countryside for meat, and one of Grant's victims balloons up the size of a barn, her writhing body home to millions upon million of blood red, foot-long worms looking for mouths to squiggle into.
Cheerfully ugly, Slither is also exceedingly funny. None of the characters (or even the actors, for that matter) take themselves too seriously. That works when Gunn saddles his geeky cast with hip banter; some of the conversations could have been throwaways from a Tarantino film. And when the banter's in the midst of some really goopy goings on, it works.
But it's not all joking and gross outs, there are some scary sequences mixed into this monster mash - elevating the film from simple farce. And Slither moves along at a breakneck pace once the monsters are unleashed; Gunn unloads every gross weapon in his cinematic arsenal. Not only do those infected by the worms become cannibal zombies, but they spit the same greenish acid that circulated through the alien in Alien. Luckily, he knows where to draw the line and fall back on original ideas, saving the film from collapsing into a heap of campy homages.
Slither is a post-modern creature feature for hipsters. Cloying smart, gleefully mischievous and resplendently, stupendously gross.
Wasn't this in a Woody Allen movie?