Review – The Stuff

Buried somewhere under a pile of B-movie amateur nonsense is a legitimate comment about the potentially dangerous nature of mindless consumerism. Which is sort of like saying “Buried somewhere in New Jersey is the body of Jimmy Hoffa.” Good luck finding the point here. The body-snatching monster thing has been used to great effect elsewhere, and the potentially-great twist here is that people willingly consume the crud thanks to slick packaging and an intense marketing campaign. But then things go bad. Michael Moriarty mumbles his way through the lead, the script is weak, and toward the end they add some truly tragic racism to the list of complaints. So what could have been a genre classic instead occupies little more than a footnote in the history of 80s horror movies. See if desperate