Formicate! Formicate!

I watched this on the silver screen when it hit in the early ’70s. That means I was four or five and probably still eating stray ants. Could be the experience altered my brain chemistry. Watched it again last year and the film holds up with bizarre magnificence.��Phase IV��fits my conception of all that is unholy about horror and weird fiction/cinema.

Adam Mills��takes a good whack��at why this is an important weird film.