I scream, you scream, we all scream for i̶c̶e̶ ̶c̶r̶e̶a̶m̶ The Stuff.
Laugh if you must but The Stuff gave me nightmares for weeks and probably set yogurt back for a decade for me and the seven other people that saw it.
I somehow saw this when I was really young, so I didn't make the yogurt connection. But Marshmallow Fluff was never the same afterwards.
It was one of those daytime movies they played on broadcast TV when I was a kid. Me and my brother loved it.
Smart satire of American consumerism.
I fucking love how the first thing these people do when they see white goo bubbling from the earth is to taste it.
There's a great scene of the protagonists eating like the old standard barbosol shaving cream they are passing off as the stuff to their possessed family. I remember thinking eating shaving cream would be way worse than getting possessed by the devil's semen.
I saw just enough of this as a kid for it to give me the screaming heebie-jeebies.
This, Invaders from Mars, and the 1978 version of Invasion of the Bodysnatchers also freaked me the heck out.
Close Encounters of the Third Kind was also terrifying to me. Again, I only saw bits and pieces.
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