It was absurdly distinguished and created interesting pallets, standing out as a competent directing exercise. Plus, the womb scene is singular. Unfortunately, the writing doesn't feel honest; it feels merely as a method to cope, one that isn't moving. Probably, since it features a predominantly enraged tone, which creates a giant block.
I don't know how intentionally Cronenberg cultivated The Brood's super-awkward mix of deeply awful things like generational trauma/abuse with an almost slapstick hilarity... But the film ends up being WAY more disturbing for the feeling of manic derangement it brings to the (already legit disturbing) story than for the story itself. Uncomfortably funny/not funny. Prescient/sad insights on epigenetic heritability. 4.5
Cronenberg is fearless. A visually graphic tale of a woman's psyche after untreated childhood abuse and the manifestations of her rage as an adult. Brilliant that she "mothers" her rage, as it is more a part of her than her own child. Also, Shore's score is very Hermann-esque, which I dug.