Every time that sucker shows up in some Saturday afternoon or Monday night programming randomness--Man. I have to watch.
There's Seth Brundle, for starters (the man does science at home late at night!). Veronica, the journalist who breaks the science down for us. Then there's foreshadowing! Dread! Guts! Blood! Noisy computers! Lust! Tears! Regret! Icky ex-boyfriends named Stathis! Actual horror of the ack-I'm-actually-yanno-horrified-for-a-moment variety! Smoking inside buildings cuz it was the 80s! Humor!
JEFF GOLDBLUM'S CLENCHED ASS!
(Oh. My. God. I had the hugest high-school crush on Jeff Goldblum, y'all. I can't even describe it. And that scene where he's naked after teleporting in front of that skank he brought home from the bar--?? Sigh. No, you don't understand. You. Really. CanSee. Goldblum's. Golden. Buttcheeks. Clenched.)
Anyway, my strange crush* on Jeff Goldblum aside, the movie is a near perfect example of characterization. You know why?
Because at no point in the story did I forget the fingernail-peeling, ear-dropping, acid-vomiting creature was...Seth.
Gasp! Even now, I weep inside for what he's done to himself! Oh, the horror. The agony. The lost chances. It's poignant yet revolting at the same time. Perfection.
*Waitaminute. What do you mean, "OMG, you actually had a crush on Jeff Goldblum?" You didn't? The height! The gesturing! Those pauses! The swagger! THIS:
I have strange crushes. This probably *isn't* the time to go into my crush on Tim Curry. AS DR. FRANK N. FURTER. Yes, I'm fully aware that he was portraying a bisexual transvestite. But OMG, didn't you see that...pause? In "Sweet Transvestite?" Yanno, the one that went, "antici.........................*widens eyes*.................pation?" You didn't die of that? Cuz it was so freaking hot? Okay, so it was only me. But weren't we talking about Jeff Goldblum anyway? Sheesh.
Dudes. A romp with Goldblum would be like a fleshstorm with a 90% chance of satisfaction (at least around the 4:24 mark). Oh, man. And now I can't even watch LOST, on account of Alex, who apparently has taken my strange crush on a now 57-year-old actor and made him her strange crush on a now 57-year old actor. *sigh* Bet she hasn't even seen MR. FROST. Or TENSPEED AND BROWNSHOE (Ben Vereen--!!). But let's hope she's at least seen THE FLY.
Because I have. Caught it on television last night, and it brought up all the aforementioned emotion. Which makes it pretty freaking great entertainment. That is all.