The thing about ‘The Thing’ is that it’s one of the best American movies ever made.
Old lightning wit strikes again.
Not THAT “The Beach House.” This one was made for Shudder, not for Hallmark.
Good, patiently executed scares are a gift from the movie gods, and so’re opportunities to hash it out with the people responsible for putting those scares together.
(Author’s foreword: The following essay draws inspiration from Rob Ager’s excellent two-part series on Youtube regarding Childs’ status at the end of John Carpenter’s The Thing. The two clips can be found here and here. My intention as author of this piece is to argue for the film’s place in overarching cinematic canon, and to …