With the gradual easing of the ferocious seasonal storms, the largely working class population of the small, unexceptional rural town of Pottsville had thought the very worst of it was over, but, in reality, their truly exceptional misfortunes had only just begun! Long hidden beneath the vile miasma of the town's government sanctioned nuclear waste dump, something wholly unimaginable had finally waxed to foul alien maturity to terrorize the reeling populace of Pottsville, beginning with a disturbingly grisly nocturnal assault, leaving behind no mortal remnants outside of a livid, odious-looking green slime!
'The Being' is a spectacularly bloody, enjoyably ridiculous retrograde creature feature that pits the bluff, down home Bob Seeger/Hugo Stiglitz-lookalike sheriff Lutz (Bill Osco) against the ever increasing manipulations of the obfuscating government stooge Garson Jones (Martin Landau), and the desperate machinations of incumbent Mayor Gordon Lane (Jose Ferrer). Most immediately troublesome is the glutinously slimy presence of some perpetually oozing, mono-orbed, midnight marauding, toxically twisted, gruesomely body ripping 'Being' who is more than capable of keeping one uncommonly strange, slimy step ahead of the sheriff's lugubrious investigations, hungrily harvesting the town's beleaguered residents with all the fiendish alacrity of some mercilessly night stalking, razor-jawed, eerily persistent, people-flaying predator!
Much like Steven Traxler's legendary eco-schlocker 'Slithis', 'The Being' is also a little rough around the rubberized edges, but Jackie 'Night Patrol' Kong's glorious throwback to the hysterically lurid, Drive-In shockers of the past is also one of the 80s more unsung, indie-horror heroes! Following bloodily in the equally feral footsteps of sensational Sci-splatter 'Deadly Spawn', 'The Being' is no less of an exhilarating, elephantine brained B-Movie beast! The gloopy practical effects, while somewhat rudimentary are weirdly effective, since there's something deliciously disturbing about this heroically humungous, hideously malformed, jerkily moving head and its ceaselessly sludge-slavering maw, making 'The Being' one diabolically distempered, cyclopean entity you should never meet eye to eyes! And it is quite edifying to note that a modestly budgeted horror film made over 40 years ago still has more heart than 90% of the identikill, junk-brained, jump scare crud of today, and the eerie score by Don 'Eye of the Tiger' Preston is a constant, nerve-popping delight!
'The Being' is a spectacularly bloody, enjoyably ridiculous retrograde creature feature that pits the bluff, down home Bob Seeger/Hugo Stiglitz-lookalike sheriff Lutz (Bill Osco) against the ever increasing manipulations of the obfuscating government stooge Garson Jones (Martin Landau), and the desperate machinations of incumbent Mayor Gordon Lane (Jose Ferrer). Most immediately troublesome is the glutinously slimy presence of some perpetually oozing, mono-orbed, midnight marauding, toxically twisted, gruesomely body ripping 'Being' who is more than capable of keeping one uncommonly strange, slimy step ahead of the sheriff's lugubrious investigations, hungrily harvesting the town's beleaguered residents with all the fiendish alacrity of some mercilessly night stalking, razor-jawed, eerily persistent, people-flaying predator!
Much like Steven Traxler's legendary eco-schlocker 'Slithis', 'The Being' is also a little rough around the rubberized edges, but Jackie 'Night Patrol' Kong's glorious throwback to the hysterically lurid, Drive-In shockers of the past is also one of the 80s more unsung, indie-horror heroes! Following bloodily in the equally feral footsteps of sensational Sci-splatter 'Deadly Spawn', 'The Being' is no less of an exhilarating, elephantine brained B-Movie beast! The gloopy practical effects, while somewhat rudimentary are weirdly effective, since there's something deliciously disturbing about this heroically humungous, hideously malformed, jerkily moving head and its ceaselessly sludge-slavering maw, making 'The Being' one diabolically distempered, cyclopean entity you should never meet eye to eyes! And it is quite edifying to note that a modestly budgeted horror film made over 40 years ago still has more heart than 90% of the identikill, junk-brained, jump scare crud of today, and the eerie score by Don 'Eye of the Tiger' Preston is a constant, nerve-popping delight!