I just came from watching (the prequel to) 1982's The Thing, confusingly enough also called The Thing and I am giving it a 3/4 jar full of change (I am looking for an original icon to use to rate movies) of terror.
It wasn't a perfect film, or probably even a very good film, but the reason I am giving it so much change is because I spent most of the last half of the film trying to curl into the fetal position. That is very difficult in a theater.
There was a distinct lack of the wink-wink, in-joke references that make movie dorks feel special and almost no annoying, red-herring, "It was just the cat trying to get out of the locker, not a giant, brain eating alien" scares. These things made the film easier to take seriously.
|Mary Elizabeth Winstead is one of Horror's far too few strong female characters.|
The movie doesn't need much more analysis than this; it was an adrenaline-izing experience. I can't comment much more than that because I was trying really hard not to jump out of my skin.