|Or feed them to the sink. I haven't made up my mind, yet.|
So, like with any movie that has to do with gruesome goo (and I think The Blob started that trope, for realsies), some asshole has to go poking meteors with sticks. Seriously? Really, Billy Bob the Hobo? We step down from the trees and gain the ability to use tools and you want to revert to prodding the scorching hot rock from the sky KNOWING, after a few decades of b-grade horror cinema, that the minute you poke it you're going to die horribly? Step away from the Sterno, dude. It's fucking up your head.
Anyway, the doc gets a little busy and Paul checks in on the homeless dude and finds this:
|This is what you get for being stupid.|
|And this is what you get for serving roofie-coladas. Date rape is never funny.|
|I heart green screen... only not...|
In the meantime, Meg's little brother gets a wild hair up his ass and sneaks out with his buddy to see the new horror show down at the local theater. I like this kid. Of course, the theater is has a big old target on it and gets attacked mid-showing. The kid's friend gets dissolved. Suffice it to say that people end up in the sewers and that's just never pleasant.
|And you thought YOUR movie theater's floors were sticky.|
|Do government agents ever survive?|
On the other hand, I had to look at Kevin Dillon's ugly mug for an hour and a half and that made me sad on the inside. Seriously, he has a bat nose and it disturbs me.
But, no, really. If you've never seen this, this is one of those movies that makes a positive case for remakes. No, I don't expect a remake to ever replace the original and this one did not. I DO, however, expect that remakes will enhance the original in ways we often don't expect and THAT was definitely achieved, here.
Now, go get yourself a pudding pop and poke meteors with sticks.