My quick rating - 3.9/10. Thingy opens with the usual drunken partygoers being caught on camera before settling into an overhead shot of a town. A lone woman waits on a corner for her online date. And by “date,” I mean the sort of date that skips dinner, conversation, and any pretense of getting to know each other and heads straight to a motel room.
After their quick session, the guy heads into the bathroom looking like he has contracted something significantly worse than regret. He emerges, chokes her, and leaves her unconscious with a nice little saliva bonus in her mouth. So what are we dealing with here? A warning about the dangers of online hookups? A PSA about condoms? A statement that humanity is inherently evil? Thingy isn't particularly interested in clearing that up.
Instead, we follow Frankie (Dora Hewitt), who reluctantly heads to a remote house party to avoid her ex. Along the way, she and her friend drive past the motel and notice the emergency response. Naturally, this information does absolutely nothing to stop everyone from proceeding with their evening.
The party introduces us to the usual collection of young adults through a suspicious amount of selfie-camera footage. I am sure that is meant to make us care about them. Doesn't really work. In Silas's case, it mostly establishes how annoying he is, particularly when he's doing his wannabe rapper routine. Frankie eventually hooks up with Jason (Zach Schnitzer), and before long everyone starts playing Hot Seat, a game that should really be called We Will All Be Trying to Kill Each Other in Approximately One Minute.
Thingy moves at a pretty leisurely pace, using young-adult drama, drinking games, relationship angst, and general party stupidity to keep things moving. If you've ever been to one of those house parties where half the people are drinking, some are doing drugs, others are disappearing for sex, and nobody actually knows what anyone else is doing, that's the uncomfortable and familiar feeling I remember.
The supernatural force spreads through physical contact, producing some impressively gooey clear slime that Thingy clearly wants you to find disgusting. The practical blood effects work well enough, although the kills themselves are mostly mundane repeated bashings. The synth soundtrack kicks in whenever something is happening, just in case you weren't sure that something was happening.
There's also one questionable decision that pissed me off. Frankie finds Wendy passed out after taking all her pills and then puts her behind the wheel to drive home. Because apparently surviving the supernatural outbreak isn't enough. Somebody has to add vehicular manslaughter to the evening's itinerary.
Writer/director Jae Matthews never really explains what this thing is. I am sure that is on purpose. It's basically an STD on steroids crossed with zombies, with a generous helping of saliva. There are also dangling subplots involving schizophrenia and pregnancy that never amount to much. And after all the face-sucking, apparently the infection needs one final mouth-to-mouth slime transfer for maximum gross-out effect.

The concept has been done before, and better. Thingy isn't terrible, but there's not much story here. The kills are ordinary, the characters range from tolerable to irritating, and the ending barely qualifies as an ending. Imagine being invited to a party, discovering everyone is annoying, and then realizing nobody actually planned how to get home. That's what you get if you hit play.
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