This gets a lot less interesting once the bad seeds sprout and the focus shifts to their goofy white hair and glowing eyes and their decidedly campy shenanigans like making mom stick her hands in boiling water. But the first 40 minutes or so are an eerie, occasionally even intimate look at an isolated community in crisis. In Carpenter's world Fordian collectivism crumbles in the face of uncontrollable fear, and he doesn't ignore the idea that the women, always a lynchpin of that collective, are traumatized by a literal alien invasion of their bodies. I continue to think this is one of Carpenter's weakest films but perhaps unsurprisingly it's proven to still be a grower.














