posted for THE CAMP & CULT BLOGATHON hosted by SHE BLOGGED BY NIGHT
The Food of the Gods is already an elite B-movie for two
reasons:
1. It is an
adaptation from an H.G. Wells story
2. It was
nominated for an award that wasn’t a Razzie, more specifically the Academy of
Science Fiction, Fantasy & Horror Films’s Best Horror Film of the Year award
(rightfully beat out by The Omen)
If the movie 2012 reaffirms to us that our greatest apocalyptic fear is an array of giant, global warming induced mega-disasters, one can
only assume the great apocalyptic fear of the 1970s would have come in the form
of giant man-eating farm animals and monstrous, bloodthirsty mice. Then again, you can’t believe everything
you see in the movies. We'll have to wait and see if 2012 and the Mayan prophecy hold true come December 21st.
In their original form, B-films came to life through low budgets, short schedules and flimsy morals. Every so often you’ll come across a director who
wants to make a tacky horror movie about giant, bloodthirsty mice while trying
to insert a social commentary about man’s disregard for the environment. I have a feeling the end result never pans out to the initial intentions.
Case in point with The Food of the Gods.
