As a writer and writer-director, Larry Cohen has often had trouble bridging the distance between brilliant concepts and not-so-masterful execution\u2014though movies like Q: The Winged Serpent and the It\u2019s Alive trilogy are about as close to true B-movie paradise as modern cinema gets\u2014and that was never more the case than with his 1985 horror\/satire, The Stuff. Made in the heart of the Reagan \u201980s, when the capitalist machine was running full steam, The Stuff offers a wicked little metaphor: a white, burbling, delicious goo\u2014like Cool Whip or marshmallow cream, only substantial enough to eat at every meal\u2014that people can\u2019t stop buying, but ultimately consumes the consumer. It\u2019s conformity by the spoonful and the public laps it right up, even as they pay an awful price for their gluttony. Cohen only follows through halfway, but an idea this good carries the film far enough. <\/p>\n
It helps to have an actor as comically deranged as Michael Moriarty front and center. As \u201cThe Stuff\u201d moves quickly from crude bubbling up from the ground to a nationwide sensation, former FBI agent Moriarty is hired by a rival ice-cream company to infiltrate the manufacturers and expose the substance\u2019s dark secrets. Having worked with Moriarty previously on Q (and several times after this one) Cohen provides dialogue that fits his spaced-out delivery perfectly (\u201cEverybody has to eat shaving cream once in a while\u201d), and some of the mock-commercials and news reports surrounding this sensation suggest the vicious satire that might have been. But once Paul Sorvino comes aboard as the leader of a right-wing militia group bent on destroying Stuff headquarters, the films starts to lose the plot. Still, The Stuff remains a fascinating document of its time and a good lesson in half-realized potential.