THE SLIME PEOPLE—–some movies just stick to you. I saw this 1963 piece-of-slime back at an impressionable age (a time when you could be impressed by slime) and for years after I thought ‘there must something wrong with Los Angeles’. A strange “solidified fog” (ice? never mind) has spawned a race of monsters (well, eight-stuntmen-in-slime-suits-worth) that, using only spears, have fought off the Army (what the hell do they do with that military budget? waste it?) and are decimating the populace.
“If anybody’s listening, this is no joke!” Filmed in a week and a half, for $80,000, directed by Robert Hutton, who stars along with the worried looking Les Tremayne (who carries a goat), Robert Burton (who carries his own weight) and Susan Hart (who carries a chassis). “Now look, we’ve got to find their trail. Footprint, slime, anything.” The producer and associate producer play two drunken bums. Really, the monsters don’t look all that bad, considering the budget, but the script, acting, direction, and, uh—every other aspect of the film-making process are pretty awful. Therefore actually crummy enough to be fun. 76 minutes.