Syd March is an employee at a clinic that sells injections of live viruses harvested from sick celebrities to obsessed fans. Biological communion – for a price. Syd also supplies illegal samples of these viruses to piracy groups, smuggling them from the clinic in his own body…
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Why are people so afraid to be honest? I'm a devoted fan of elder Cronenberg's career, which is why this was truly painful. This was needlessly sluggish, painfully monochromatic, framed poorly, over-acted (or at times, just plain laughable) and possessed no real vision. Thank you for the comically obvious commentary (if it can be called that) on the cult of celebrity. An overly long, tepid student film.
Celebrity obsession, Vampirism, and corrupt federal drug association mix brilliantly well in this debut film! Papa Cronenberg better watch out for Baby Cronenberg because this flick shows more promise than the senior's earlier efforts. I think what I loved so much about the movie was the lengths someone would go to fulfill their media obsession. That definitely says more about our generation than Cosmopolis did.
Well, since David isn't making freak-out body horror films anymore, someone has to, and his son does a pretty good job at it. Crisp, clinical photography by Karim Hussain, and Jones' performance is great.
It's not as absurd or weird or original as I thought it would be. I know that's not much of a critique, but what I'm trying to say is -- for what it is, I didn't very much care for it. The photography was beautiful though.
Cold, white, aseptic, sickly, disgusting, attractive visual delight.
Poor, undervalued Cronenberg Junior! You can't avoid comparisons with your father, but I'm interested in growing you as an independent filmmaker.
Caleb Landry Jones - the unique appearance, just stand here and look at the camera.