Gregg Henry
Nathan Fillion
Elizabeth Banks
Michael Rooker
directed by
James Gunn
With a name like Slither, you might be forgiven for expecting
this
film to feature menacing snakes, and lots of them. You'd be wrong, though.
The
monsters here are a lot odder and more interesting than mere killer
snakes.
Instead, we get a mutant alien/human squid-like creature with a craving
for
meat, thousands of slug-things intent on crawling into their victims’
mouths,
and acid-spitting zombies; even a zombie deer. If you think this doesn't
sound like your standard horror film, you're right.
First-time director James Gunn loves the horror-comedy genre and it
shows. He
gleefully packs about a thousand different ideas, into his film, each weirder and wilder
than
the one before. The result is chockfull of surprises. The
biggest surprise of all may be just how well it all works.
Slither is not exactly a sibling to Shaun of the Dead, but
it
might just be its small town cousin.
The small town in question, Wheelsy, South Carolina, is just a little off
plumb: the opening day of deer hunting season is celebrated as a local
holiday,
and the town has its share of eccentrics long before the monsters arrive.
The
mayor, Jack MacReady (Gregg Henry), is foul-mouthed, egotistical, and
hilarious. The local police chief, Bill Pardy (Nathan Fillion) has a dry,
cynical sense of humour and a laid-back manner that serve him well in his
job,
but he also has a hopeless, long-time crush on Starla (Elizabeth Banks).
She'
s a
local teacher who is the stuff of adolescent boys' dreams. Unfortunately for
Bill, she is also the loving wife of Grant Grant (Michael Rooker), a
well-off
older businessman who saved her from a life of poverty by making her his
trophy
wife.
Although Starla appears to genuinely care for Grant, the bloom has worn
off
the rose in at least one aspect of their marriage: Starla is seldom "in the
mood", as she puts it. One night, a frustrated Grant ends up in the local
bar,
chatting up (or, more accurately, being chatted up) by a local honey, Brenda
(Brenda James), who's had a crush on him since high school.
They drink too
much
and take a walk in the woods, and, as is traditional in certain horror
films,
they are punished for their moral transgression. In their case, the avenging
angel comes in the form of a meteor that has recently landed, bringing
inside
it an alien life form that enters a too-curious Grant. Before long, Grant is
buying lots of meat, neighbourhood pets are disappearing, and Brenda goes
missing.
You get the sense that James Gunn had a blast making this film and the
fun
definitely carries through to the audience. If Gunn is not a horror film geek, who stores all sorts of horror film clichés, creatures,
settings,
and possible scenarios in the nooks and crannies of his brain at all times,
he
is doing an awfully good imitation of one. He may have been working hard
when
he made Slither, but it feels like he was playing. Other
horror
geeks will be right there loving it with him.
The strange thing is that non-horror fans won't hate it, either. The film
is
scary without being too scary. Gross but in a way that is definitely more
over-the-top icky rather than mind-disturbingly gory. Will audience members
leave the theatre quaking with fear and sleep with the lights on for the
next
six months? No. Are they going to be rolling on the floor, laughing and
gasping
for air? No. But are they likely to have some chills and plenty of chuckles?
Absolutely.