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David Cronenberg’s latest film, The Shrouds, emerges as a grim fusion of body horror, sci‑fi surveillance, and… a tech bro’s interminable midlife crisis. Sure, at least there’s Diane Kruger—whose ghostly presence is the only thing remotely attractive in this dreary slog. 🧟 The Premise: High-Tech Necrophilia Vincent Cassel plays Karsh, a grief-stricken entrepreneur who invents … Read More “The Shrouds (2024) – Cronenberg’s Tech-Grief Soap Opera Where the Corpse Takes Center Stage” »

David Cronenberg is back, baby. That’s what they said. “The king of body horror returns.” “A spiritual successor to Videodrome and Crash.” “Get ready to squirm.” What we got instead was Crimes of the Future—a film so slow, so murky, so full of people explaining what just happened instead of actually doing anything, it feels … Read More “Crimes of the Future (2022) – Cronenberg Returns to Body Horror and Forgets the Plot in the Process” »

You’d think a film about incest, dead children, ghost hallucinations, celebrity narcissism, and a pyromaniac with burn scars would, at the very least, be interesting. But Maps to the Stars is proof that you can throw all the Hollywood grotesquery into a blender and still end up with something that tastes like cold tofu and … Read More “Maps to the Stars (2014) – Hollywood as Hell, but Somehow Even Less Fun” »

In Cosmopolis, David Cronenberg delivers the cinematic equivalent of being stuck in an UberPool with a billionaire who won’t stop quoting obscure economic theory while staring out the window, wondering why the world smells like failure. Based on Don DeLillo’s novel—a book that read like performance art even before someone decided it should be a … Read More “Cosmopolis (2012) – Cronenberg’s Long, Stretch Limo Ride to Nowhere” »

David Cronenberg, the auteur of pulsating flesh and surreal psychological decay, took a sharp left turn with A Dangerous Method, his 2011 drama about Carl Jung, Sigmund Freud, and their shared patient/protégé/possible therapy couch enthusiast, Sabina Spielrein. On paper, it sounds like a goldmine of Cronenbergian themes—madness, obsession, boundary-breaking intellects playing God with the human … Read More “A Dangerous Method (2011) – Freud, Jung, and the Horny Case of the Missing Cronenberg” »

David Cronenberg is a filmmaker known for gooey psychosexual nightmares, pulsing body horror, and visual metaphors that punch you in the face with a bloody latex fist. But in Spider (2002), he trades in his surgical tools for a sad little notebook and a supply of brown sweaters. The result is a film so bleak, … Read More “Spider (2002) – A Cobwebbed Slow-Burn That Forgot the Flame” »