Tasty
white gunk called the Stuff is the latest culinary craze. Corporations dispatch
spies to learn the recipe. Families stockpile containers of it. Swimsuit models
hawk it in neon-lit T.V. commercials. The only problem is the Stuff is a
sentient monster: part Blob, part body snatcher.
As pointed as writer/director
Larry Cohen’s satire of corporate immorality, our junk food-addicted culture,
advertising, and the military is, and as sadistic and cynical as its unexpected
finale is, The Stuff mostly plays as
good natured schlock with its sloppy and choppy editing, delightfully cheesy special
effects, and Cool Whip villain.