Phantasm manages to craft some of the coolest moments in 70’s horror without giving a single fuck about the acting or script. I mean seriously, the acting is so bad that I’m gonna toss this in the so-bad-it’s-good pile.
However, the good here doesn’t really come from being comically entertained by the ridiculous dialogue. The high points are completely legitimate, abstract original sequences that blend sci-fi and horror together perfectly. It’s right on the poster and it’s what everyone talks about when mentioning the movie, the deadly flying silver ball. There’s this silver orb in the movie that’s seemingly a security measure, latching onto the heads of trespassers and methodically draining their blood in a steady stream. It’s so fucking awesome.
There’s many reasons why people love this movie but I feel like everyone needs to chill the fuck out with their raving reviews. It’s okay to like something and also recognize that it’s a piece of shit. It’s my logic when rationalizing why any of my girlfriends would ever want to date me.