two years ago now i wrote a poem about the ravages of first love and lust that very heavily alluded to this film and when i walked out of the theater today with my girlfriend i asked her if she remembered that poem and she went oh i remember. i'm sure she does
cronenberg has had the same anxieties all his career and while he's topped himself many a time in other regards since this film, his central thesis might…
i genuinely find there to be something deeply moving and profound about this franchise because it's not just about grown men knowingly and willingly ingesting various bodily fluids harvested from each other (and barn yard animals sometimes); beyond all the shidding and cumming and farding there's a real message about friendship, trust, and the perseverence of the human spirit in the face of mortality.
god is dead and we have killed him, and so some might say it is wise…
vast, monumental, and heavy, but never lumbering. so kinetic and soundly structured (get it) that while it's crushing in other ways, not a minute of this film feels wasted. even the epilogue is mercifully to the point. i adored any time they very selectively broke out that dizzying frog eye view. adrien brody WORKS for that oscar and if you refuse to see it you're a crybaby
a surprisingly great time! i'm not as familiar with bong's whole ouvre as i'd like to be, but based on what i've seen and what i've understood his general thematic bag to be (plus my general ambivalence toward sci-fi) i wasn't sure if this would be for me. total blast once you really get what the tone of this one is going to be. quite a delightful piece of satire too; both precise and more general just when it ought…
