Spider by David Cronenberg

I’m a skeptic, so go ahead and kill me. Look, sin is meant to be forgiven, but I don't trust the guy who filmed Scanners even a damn bit. 😛 🙂

Scanners: Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh.... ugh. ...ugh. ...ugh. ...ugh. GRRRRRRR!!

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Nobody’s even bringing up The Brood, which is pure genius from Cronenberg. Probably his best work, right alongside Dead Ringers. And Videodrome? Man, just thinking about seeing that for the first time... absolutely mind-blowing.
Naked Lunch was a massive win too, especially since adapting that book seemed impossible. I honestly don't get why they couldn't nail a remake of The Fly or Scanners classic....

Can't wait for Spider....

...just one little thing I have to add: I was reading this interview with Cronenberg in "Rolling Stone" yesterday, and get this—he recently had laser eye surgery, and he actually filmed the whole procedure from a close-up angle using his own camera! Now he spends his time occasionally reviewing the footage... and he’s even thinking about inviting some friends over for a private screening of it. Ha! Can you believe the nerve? What a freaking genius!! 😁 😁

Man, what an ego trip this thread turned into. Mickey did a solid job quoting Ram—honestly, that goes for pretty much everyone here. Only Paliti actually said something useful about the movie, so props to her. 👍 😁 😁

I really thought we were gonna talk about the film itself, though. Kind of a bummer. 🙂 🙂 🙂

Pulled this topic right out of the Spider Web just as I finished watching Spider by David Cronenberg...
As a massive fan of that Canadian madman, I’d love nothing more than to nitpick and claim the film isn't "Cronenbergian" enough, but... well, I suppose even an auteur has the right to deviate from their own established poetic style once in a while.
(Though he should probably watch his step—wouldn't want him to "deviate" with some half-baked, simplistic plot like Tarantino did 👎 )
Unlike most of his body of work, you don't see that typical messy intersection of technology, sex, and death 😢 instead, the darkness of the human soul is masterfully projected onto the external world: those desolate streets, the industrial architecture, the decaying furniture, the revolting food... it all feels deeply unsettling, yet it avoids every single cliché of classic horror. Which, frankly, makes it even more terrifying.
That weird distortion of the one-actor-to-one-character relationship actually reminded me of Buñuel's "That Obscure Object of Desire," just in reverse—in that one, two actresses play a single role. They share thematic DNA too—sexual pathology and the warping of the protagonist's perception.
All things considered, it was fascinating (even if I still find myself gravitating toward "classic" C. more often)