The Fly (1986): Cronenberg's Love Story Told in Meat

Wed, 11 Mar 2026 09:00:00 +0000

People remember The Fly for the fingernails. The ear. The baboon turned inside out. The moment a man walks his own severed body parts to a bathroom cabinet he keeps like a museum of what he used to be. Chris Walas won an Academy Award for that makeup, and he earned it — the effects still look wet and specific and horribly plausible forty years on. But the gore is the delivery system, and mistaking it for the film is like remembering a funeral for the flowers. David Cronenberg made a monster movie whose real subject is the thing nobody wants to watch: love standing at a bedside while a body it adores dissolves.

The J-Horror Wave and What the American Remakes Lost

Thu, 28 Dec 2023 13:00:00 +0000

For a few years around the turn of the millennium, the most frightening films in the world were coming out of Japan, and they were frightening in a way Western horror had almost forgotten. There were no killers to outrun, no rules to exploit, no third-act confrontation where the monster could be burned or shot or reasoned with. There were long, still shots of empty rooms. There were figures who moved wrong, or did not move at all. There was a ghost you could not fight, only postpone, and a dread that arrived with a slow, patient certainty that the thing in the frame had all the time in the world. Hollywood noticed, bought the lot, and remade nearly every one, and in doing so it demonstrated, film by film, precisely what it did not understand.

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The Fly (1986): Cronenberg's Love Story Told in Meat

The J-Horror Wave and What the American Remakes Lost