Monday Morning Movie Review: Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978)

My Boomer-esque journey into the glory of free movies (with ads) on YouTube continues with the 1978 remake Invasion of the Body Snatchers, the classic featuring the likes of Donald Sutherland, Brooke Adams, and Jeff Goldblum. At the time of writing, the film is available for digital rental or purchase on YouTube, but it was available for free last week:

Regardless, it’s been a couple of years or so since I last saw this classic, and watching from the relative intimacy of my office computer—up close, largely focused, with a clear view a foot or so from my face—I appreciated Invasion of the Body Snatchers more than ever.

The film’s premise is chillingly simple: an organism arrives in San Francisco on a meteorite, and lab technician Elizabeth Driscoll (Brooke Adams) finds it as a peculiar flower. Of course, she doesn’t realize it’s a malevolent intelligence from outer space, so she takes it home to her dentist boyfriend. The next day, he begins to act stoic and emotionless, and Elizabeth witnesses him throwing the pot containing the flower away.

Elizabeth is immediately concerned about the rapid change in her boyfriend’s behavior, and shares her concerns with Matthew Bennell (Donald Sutherland), her colleague at the Health Department (who the film introduces to the audience in a humorous scene in which Matthew finds a rat turd in a pot of soup at a chic French restaurant). Matthew refers her to a psychiatrist, portrayed with professional smugness by none other than Leonard Nimoy.

While Elizabeth desperately tries to convince those around her that her boyfriend is not himself, the space-plants slowly spread across San Francisco. Elizabeth’s boyfriend, among others, distribute large pods (which look like massive greenish-grey turds wrapped in parchment paper) to one another. As Matthew comes around to Elizabeth’s point of view, the two begin to observe other people expressing concern about their spouses and loved ones. Leonard Nimoy’s psychiatrist chalks it up to a mass psychosis or a “social contagion” before reluctantly—and, perhaps, disingenuously?—accepting Matthew and Elizabeth’s perspective.

Portraying a malignant plant slowly replacing people with convincing, emotionless copies is a challenge to portray, but Invasion of the Body Snatches does so brilliantly. There are not a bunch of jump scares, or scenes of a lumbering plant destroying the Golden Gate Bridge. The horror is instead very understated and atmospheric. The score and sound design do a great deal of the heavy lifting here: moments of pregnant silence are punctuated only with odd shuffling and synthesizer sounds that indicate something is happening, just out of sight. It’s only in the last third or so of the film that we see the plants actively moving feathery roots out to humans to copy.

For the characters in the story, it’s essentially too late by the time they figure out how the plants are spreading and taking over people’s bodies (really, the plants are copying people, draining the original bodies of their essence in the process). In the process of spreading, the plants have cleverly taken over all the institutions. The police, the hospitals, the local authorities—even, it seems, the State and national authorities—have been replaced. Fairly soon, our small party (Elizabeth; Matthew; their friends, the Bellicecs; and—maybe—Nimoy’s Dr. Kibner)—face not only an alien menace, but one that controls all of the bureaucracy and levers of power that would be responsible for neutralizing a more direct threat.

In the light of 2026, where skepticism in our institutions and the people running them are at an all-time high, it’s easy to relate to this story and its allegorical layer. The film released a few years after the Watergate scandal and the end of the Vietnam War, and in a decade of disillusionment with both traditional institutions and the failed counterculture of the 1960s. There’s also some lingering essence of the 1956 film’s anti-Communism and fear of Communist infiltration of American institutions, although that’s far more muted, even though the Cold War was in full-swing (and in the late 1970s, the Soviet Union seemed ascendant). The film poses a question that is as worthwhile now as it was then, and one that should be considered in every age: what happens when the system doesn’t work because the people running the system don’t want it to work? Or, considered from another angle: what happens when the system doesn’t protect the people it’s designed to protect because the people running the system hate their own citizens?

In light of the Restore Britain‘s The Rape Gang Inquiry Report, in which it seems that British politicians and law enforcement not only ignored, but actively participated in the mass sexual exploitation of minor girls alongside the Pakistani grooming gangs, it may feel as though we’re living in Body Snatchers—somewhat literally.

The film could also be read as a commentary on the dehumanizing nature of modern urban existence. The film seems to suggest that, to succeed in a highly competitive, professionalized world, one must shed all emotions and human attachments—all of the imperfections that make us human—and become something that is commercially utilitarian. Emotions and attachments are a burden and create conflict; the alien plant people continually note that joining them is “painless” and ends all suffering and conflict. Of course, they ignore that they are killing people and replacing them with their own hive consciousness.

But Body Snatchers succeeds at a level beyond allegory, and I don’t think the film is purely or strictly allegorical—not at all. It shows us that horrors can be subtle and slow. At one point, Elizabeth says something along the lines of “what if they [aliens] don’t come in metal ships? What if they came as a plant?” (that’s not the exact quotation, but it captures the essence of what she says). We do tend to think of threats—alien or terrestrial—as loud, direct, aggressive. They are overtly destructive. Invasion of the Body Snatchers points out that evil is rarely that ham-fisted, but instead grows slowly and patiently at first—and only then rapidly, once it’s conquered and subdued all the key players and elements it needs.

It’s a hard lesson to internalize, but it’s one that everyone learns at one point—or doesn’t, at their peril.