Exactly a month ago, I likened the Islanders’ style of play to The Walking Dead, a TV show about a zombie apocalypse that, like its characters, refuses to die quietly.
In the interim, it occurred to me that the season has now morphed into another sci-fi horror classic, John Carpenter’s 1982 film The Thing, in which Kurt Russell, Keith David and a bunch of grizzled researchers brave deadly arctic isolation while an even more deadly shape-shifting alien monster picks them off one by one.
The Thing is filled with gore and suspense and cursing and old character actors having their guts explode.