[ In an apartment complex on Île-des-Soeurs, a professor strangles a schoolgirl to death, rips off her clothes, cuts her belly open and pours acid in it. Then he slits his own throat. Welcome into David Cronenberg's first "commercial" movie! This is a perverse twist on zombie movies, with a bleak intellectual twist... but mostly perverse. The protagonist is a doctor who has to violently fight off tenants of the building who've been infected by parasites that are a "combination of aphrodisiac and venereal disease that will hopefully turn the world into one beautiful mindless orgy." Cue the gore and titties! ]
[ The "Colonel Sanders of plastic surgery" takes in a badly injured biker chick (porno star Marilyn Chambers, surprisingly affecting), who wakes up from her coma as a sex-crazed mutant chick with a sphincter/phallus/claw in her armpit that spawns a rabies epidemic across Montreal! It's pretty amazing how Cronenberg manages to turn you on and creep you out, often at the same time. This is pure exploitation, with a chaser of twisted humor, not unlike a Stephen King novella. Also, the introduction of martial law, as the army takes over the suddenly chaotic Montreal, makes for a bizarre allegory of the October 1970 FLQ crisis. "Rabid" is all kinds of fucked up, and I love it. ]
Fast Company 39
[ This is by far the least distinctive movie Cronenberg has ever made - it's his "Boxcar Bertha" or "Sugarland Express". Don't expect any bizarre sex, gore or psychologically twisted characters, this is just one of those '70s car movies, nothing more nothing less. You got a bunch of drag racers trying to be badass, evil corporate shills, redneck comic relief, hotties showing their boobies, and a great recurring cock-rock theme song. Nothing very memorable, but it's a watchable enough diversion on a hot summer evening while you're having a couple of brewskies. ]
The Brood 46
[ Psychoplasmics, "fucked-up mommies", therapy sessions and deformed brat attacks uneasily coexist in this thoroughly freaky internal horror show. I like the Bernard Herrmann-like score and the more over the top moments are memorable, but I had difficulty accepting the preposterous plot and the unpleasant subtext that comes with it. ]
[ Scanners can do Jedi mind-tricks, to the extreme: their Force will blow your mind, literally! The story follows a "new hope" who's mentored by an Obi-wan type to go up against some kind of Darth Scanner... But this isn't an action-packed space opera, it's a more low-key, disturbing and cerebral affair, as you would expect from Cronenberg. There's a little too much exposition, the acting is uneven and the internal logic is doubtful, but the film is commanding visually and the scanning scenes are truly intense. ]
[ "Grotesque, as promised."
James Woods is a sleazy bastard who's looking for sexual and violent content for his TV station. He finds it in "Videodrome", a plotless torture and murder show. He wants to buy it and his girl Deborah Harry (Blondie!) wants to audition for it... But what if it's for real?
"Your reality is already half video hallucination. If you're not careful, it will become total hallucination."
Kinky, gory but mostly philosophical, Cronenberg's movie is way ahead of its time. It suggests that video is "the next phase in the evolution of Man as a technological animal" and that "public life on television is more real than private life in the flesh", which has proved to be remarkably prescient in this era of reality TV and the Internet. Your body will die eventually, but you'll live on forever in reruns, Google cached pages and video hallucinations... ]
The Dead Zone 90
[ It starts off as a romantic melodrama: boy and girl fall in love, boy gets into an accident, spends 5 years in a coma and, when he finally wakes up, finds out that girl has moved on and married someone else. Then BOOM! boy grabs the nurse's arm and starts rambling about vivid visions of the past, the present and... the future. This Stephen King adaptation, while not quite as brilliant as the book, is still a masterfully crafted supernatural thriller. It's also kind of a super-hero origin, "with great power comes great responsibility" story. There's a definite "Taxi Driver" thing going on as well, with the protagonist (intensely played by Christopher Walken) wanting to assassinate the politician for whom the woman he loves volunteers. ]
The Fly 91
[ Cronenberg's biggest hit thrives on the chemistry between dweeby scientist Jeff Goldblum and no-nonsense journalist Geena Davis. For a while, this is a wonderfully '80s sci-fi comedy, not unlike "Weird Science" or "Back to the Future", at least until that baboon is turned inside out. Then things get... weird. Goldblum teleports himself and, unbeknownst to him, a fly. He becomes all Spider-Man like, with superhuman strength and the ability to stick to walls... But it soon becomes clear that he's less super-hero than super-villain... In fact, he's mostly a self-destructive madman. I hadn't seen the film since when I was a kid yet still vividly remembered the wicked gory creature FX, but what really hit me now is how this is as much a romantic tragedy as a horror flick. ]
Dead Ringers 44
[ Sex, identity, body issues... This is Cronenberg alright, but only thematically. Stylistically, this is curiously flat. Genevieve Bujold's "crazy" actress (is there any other kind?) is engaging, but Jeremy Irons' double performance as twin gynecologists who are both laying her didn't impress me all that much. It's not that Irons isn't good (he is), but his character(s) arc is obtuse and not very compelling. Drugs are bad, m'kay. ]
Naked Lunch 53
[ Peter Weller rubs yellow powder on a cockroach's talking asshole, who proceeds to tell him to kill his wife, then... Well, as the protagonist says early on, "exterminate all rational thought"
. This in an odd one, even by Cronenberg standards. I like the noir/Kafka touches, the most surreal stuff is amusingly grotesque and it's intriguing how the film incorporates both excerpts from the novel and elements from Burroughs' life as a gay drug addicted writer. But the movie can also be self-indulgent... I dig weird stuff when it's balanced with involving story and characters, not just weirdness for weirdness' sake. ]
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[ What the hell do filmmakers see in James Spader? Slimy yuppies are unappealing anyway, but when you cast Spader in the part, it adds this whole other layer of dull glibness. In this middle installment of his trilogy of playing perverted oddballs (which is book-ended by "sex, lies, and videotape" and "Secretary"), Spader gets involved with a group of people who get off on watching or having car accidents, going as far as recreating the fatal crash of James Dean. "Crash" alternates between mechanical sex scenes and erotic car chases/wrecks, effectively mirroring how Hollywood is generally better at showing destruction than lovemaking. Deborah Kara Unger, Holly Hunter and Rosanna Arquette get to act all horny and kinda nuts, but their characters are never fully developed. The most interesting presence in the film is undeniably Elias Koteas, oozing sexual tension and menace, and making Spader seem even more bland. While thematically interesting, visually masterful and boasting a great sound mix, Cronenberg's movie is ultimately a bit too aimless, with too much fucking and not enough ideas to back them in the long run. ]
[ "Right now, we need to stop… so we can have an intimate moment together."
I can't believe I hadn't seen this until now (thanks, CBC Late Night Movie). In fact, I really need to catch up to the bulk of Cronenberg's oeuvre. Anyway, you can tell I really enjoyed this here "eXistenZ". Love how deadpan cool Jennifer Jason Leigh is, how Jude Law is cast as a "nerd", how video games are turned into some creepy (creepier?) zombie mind-trip, the matter-of-fact way the sci-fi elements pop up (that gun, that phone, the bio-ports, etc.). Love the offbeat sense of humor, Willem Dafoe's weirdo mechanic, the psychosexual subtext (it's basically all about Jude Law's fear of being penetrated!), the sudden bursts of violence, Don McKellar's unlikely hair and accent, the very self-referential post-modernism of the ending… "eXistenZ" is a metaphor for the nature of, well, existence, in marvellous synchronicity with the take on virtual reality displayed in "The Matrix", which also came out in April 1999. I love it. ]
[ Ralph Fiennes mumbles incoherently for 98 minutes while having flashbacks of his childhood with mum (Miranda Richardson), dad (Gabriel Byrne) and the "cheap tart" (Miranda Richardson again) that came between them. The end. I love Cronenberg, his more artsy-fartsy stuff not so much. ]
A History of Violence 93
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