A meteor falls from the sky. An old-timer shuffles out to the crater, pokes at the meteorite within, pokes at the black ball inside the cracked meteorite, and is rewarded with a slimy, painful, adhesive Blob glove. Steve McQueen and his teen date pass by and give the suffering old-timer a lift to the local doctor, whereupon the Blob slowly but surely consumes the old timer and gains in size and appetite.
Since this is such a classic fifties monster movie I expected The Blob to be better than it was. The story is really slow until the last reel; the dialogue and acting are mediocre; the special effects laughable (as in, I laughed whenever I saw the strawberry-jam looking blob, no matter how big it got). At no point was I scared in the slightest.
No, I haven't given up on ol' Hannibal the Cannibal; I'll return to him tomorrow. Part of my goal for this October is to throw in some Horror 101, since prior to participating on the blog I was never a big horror fan and therefore I've missed a lot of basic horror movies. Watching The Blob was part of this endeavor; hopefully some of my other "missed classics of horror" will be more worth watching.