I really have nothing to say right now except for the fact that i love John Carpenter's 'The Thing'. I love it very much. Watched of a late summer afternoon w/legs crossed at ankles on a spring-hobbled, lump-ridden sofa, alone at home, it is i realise a creature comfort: all those discomforting creatures, and Kurt Russell being generally badass & adorable under that incongruous cowboy hat. Splatter, ooze, don't rinse, repeat.
I have been looking for stills of my favourite moments, but the internet has failed me. Miserably. You will have to recall or imagine the one where someone attempts a bit of perfectly well-meaning defibrillation on someone else and the chest collapses and slimy alien jaws thrust up and go crunch. Look Ma, no hands.
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