In David Cronenberg’s Crash we are given a collection of characters with often overlapping but not always similar sexual fetishes.
Fast Company may not be much more than a footnote in Cronenberg’s career, but this disc is a must-own for followers of his work.
They’re just cars, powerful and loud, that look cool and go fast. And in David Cronenberg’s hands, that’s almost enough.
The movie dramatizes Cronenberg’s preoccupations more, well, organically than his his other collaboration with Viggo Mortensen.
David Cronenberg’s contemplation of codes of masculine honor is deliciously transgressive.
It belongs firmly in the good company of the early auteurist “Masters of Horror” period of Stephen King adaptations.
Don’t let the fact that visible breath and frosty misery take priority over exploding heads and fetus-licking snow you.
Although History of Violence was surprisingly underrepresented in Tuesday’s Oscar nods, the rancor continues.
I say The Fly is maybe Cronenberg’s most accomplished straight horror film, but, then again, a dentist just knocked out three of my teeth.
The Fly might be Cronenberg’s most direct horror film ever.
Leave it to a Canadian filmmaker to attempt dissecting the shape of rage that lies underneath small town America.
The characters are treated with all the sympathy of amoebas seen through a microscope.
Even if the video transfer is somewhat underwhelming, this Spider DVD is a must-own. A film that deserves multiple viewings.
If not the best film ever made about mental disorder, Spider is certainly the most painstaking.