Doctor Skellington So, according to this movie, everyone in the early '70s was constantly drunk and/or stoned and goofing off, talked in a constant steam of consciousness even when alone, occasionally broke out in spontaneous comedy skits for no apparent reason, and nobody listened to anyone especially if they were screaming about death.The 'effects' of the titular creature start off pretty well with some deft use of reverse photography and goo wrangling, but later once it gets big enough to require expensive optical effects the characters constantly look behind the camera and describe what's going on in the hope we can imagine we saw it.It's god awful, I love it, why hasn't MST3K done this yet?

Anonymous Andy (Minus_The_Beer) Baffling and barely competent, "Beware! The Blob" (aka "Son of Blob") is the belated low-budget sequel to the 1958 Steve McQueen classic that nobody asked for. Directed in an off-the-cuff nature by first-time director Larry Hagman (aka J.R. of "Dallas" fame), the titular ooze makes its way across a small town after being unwittingly unleashed by a careless oil-worker. Corny, hokey and -- as it would turn out -- mostly improvised, it would prove to be Hagman's final film. Watching it today, it is all too obvious why. Within the first five minutes, a ridiculous and slightly meandering tone is set that unfortunately plagues the film until its end. Granted, the film does generate a bit of incidental fun and good humor ("Can I have my lighter back? Can I have my lighter back?") as it plods along, but even the most generous of viewers may have trouble making it to the finish line. The film is low, low (almost no) budget, and the cast is mostly made up of other familiar TV faces/friends of the director. No one appears to be taking the whole thing seriously, which gives the audience permission to do the same. Problem is, you won't have even a fraction of the fun watching this as the cast and crew had making it. On the upside, the blob's effects are (mostly) convincing. Nobody -- neither kitten not cool-cat hippies -- is safe from the amorphous antagonist, and you may be surprised to find that cinematographer Dean Cundey ("Halloween," "Jurassic Park") had a hand in the special effects. Sometimes it appears as if the slimy scoundrel really is covering cars and coming out of sinks, and sometimes it just looks like strawberry jelly smeared across somebody's face. Lower your expectations and maybe, just maybe, you can have some fun with "Beware! The Blob." Otherwise, just give the original or the 1988 remake a go instead.

Rainey Dawn I normally love the "so bad it's good" campy B-comedy horror flicks but this one is just stupid for me to watch. Something about it that rubs me sideways. I liked the opening fine - but when The Blob grabbed the first lady it went all down hill from there. I had to turn this one off after a bit.Larry Hagman what on earth were you thinking? You set up a few good shots but most of this I could do.The actors are so very lame - anybody could have been in this picture and would have worked out fine.I was hoping for some cheesy fun - but this cheese is moldy... had to throw it out.2/10

tavm There were plenty of funny and somewhat scary moments in perhaps the first hour of Beware! The Blob like the beginning scenes with Godfrey Cambridge, Marlene Clark, and a cute, white, furry kitten. That between Cindy Williams and Randy Stonehill discussing how good their music is while smoking pot before a cop confronts them and that creature shows up. A hilarious one between Shelley Berman who doesn't consider himself a barber but an artist and his customer, John Houser, whose long hair certainly needs Berman's treatment. And another funny one concerning Tiger Joe Marsh who plays a Turk who's forced to streak naked (a '70s trend) down the streets after that creature invades his bathtub. Oh, and one more with director Larry Hagman, almost unrecognizable with beard, as a bum encountering him. But after that, I lost my patience especially whenever Richard Stahl showed up constantly complaining about some teens played by Robert Walker, Jr. and his girlfriend Gwynne Gilford whenever they usually accidentally caused some beverages either to fall from his car or they smash them up because of some other thing he keeps them from doing. I wouldn't have missed him if he had been killed. This wasn't as enjoyable as two other grade-Z horror films, Jesse James Meets Frankenstein's Daughter and Dracula vs. Frankenstein, I recently saw. So on that note, Beware! The Blob is worth one look and none more than that. P.S. I just found out Tiger Joe Marsh was born and died in my birthtown of Chicago, Ill.