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The Stiff-Legged Film Festival presents: THE FILMS OF DAVID CRONENBERG

March 10, 2015

Quick schedule (scroll down for pics and descriptions):

[Pre-first feature shorts, student films, and TV episodes]

8:00 p.m. – From the Drain [short]
8:15 – Stereo [short]
9:20 – Crimes of the Future [short]
10:30 – Programme X: “Secret Weapons” [TV]
10:55 – Peep Show: “The Lie Chair” [TV]
11:20 – Teleplay: “The Italian Machine” [TV]
[done by midnight]


1:00 to 4:00 p.m. [optional] – recap of Friday’s program, guest’s choice (re-watch of rare stuff from night before for those who couldn’t make it, or even films from previous fests)

4:15 – Shivers [+ start of VHS simulcast]
5:45 – Rabid
7:15 – The Brood
8:45 – Fast Company
10:15 – Scanners
Midnight – Videodrome
[done by 1:30 a.m.]


11:00 a.m. – The Dead Zone
12:45 – The Fly
2:20 – Friday the 13th: the TV Series [TV]
3:05 – Dead Ringers
5:00 – TV Commercials + Maniac Mansion [TV]
5:30 – Naked Lunch
7:30 – M. Butterfly
[done by 9:10 p.m.]


7:00 – Crash
8:40 – eXistenZ
10:30 – Camera
10:37 – Spider
[done by 12:20]


3:35 – A History of Violence
5:10 – At the Suicide of the Last Jew in the World in the Last Cinema in the World [short]
5:20 – Eastern Promises
7:00 – A Dangerous Method
8:40 – Cosmopolis
10:30 – The Nest/Consumed
10:45 – Maps to the Stars
[done by 12:30]


Great big making-of/featurette/documentary blowout day (+ optional re-watches, if anyone wants)
[done by 7:00, if not sooner]

After several short festivals in a row (“Gene Hackman in the ’70s,” “The Films of Robert Downey, Sr.,” “The Films of Paul Bartel (and Mary Woronov)”), we’ve finally rolled up our sleeves and cobbled together an appropriately epic multi-weekender.

I’m not sure why David Cronenberg didn’t come up as a Stiff-Leg contender before. He’s really perfect for it. While really spending his entire career circling around the same topics (mutation, physical and mental augmentation, the triumph of the organism, the tribal nature of violence, fast cars, telepathy, the history of psychiatry, subversive literature), his output is wildly varying in style, impact, and experience. From his earliest days as a student filmmaker into his avant-garde period, his work within the confines of Canadian TV in the ’70s, to his early low-budget Canadian horror masterpieces, all the way into the years of filming unfilmable books, probing the core of violence, exploring the fleshy side of the internet, documenting the violent birth of the talking cure, culminating with the latest and greatest film-length “Fuck You” to Hollywood. There are at least four really violent tone shifts over the course of this festival, and we’re going as deep as my research would allow (sorry, I just couldn’t procure those CBC interstitials — I’m sure you’re weeping tears of blood like I am), but I’m so looking forward to enjoying some great films with you all and watching for little through-lines that connect them all.



Unless we’re running late (unlikely!), the start time listed is the exact time we start. No whining, no “wait wait, I’m just circling the block looking for a parking space,” no excuses. 2-3 minutes is all you’re given on average between films; just enough time to queue up for the bathroom.

This year, we’re trying something a little different, both to accommodate more people (if necessary) and just for fun. For Cronenberg’s first five major feature films (Shivers, Rabid, The Brood, Scanners, and Videodrome), we’ll have a second viewing room. A 19-inch color TV equipped with a VCR will be simulcasting VHS versions of these films in a second room. If you want to experience these visceral horror classics the way many of us experienced them for the first time, in grotty VHS fidelity, you’re welcome to do so. If nobody wants to do that, we’ll just treat it as installation art that no one’s interested in. After the first, the VHS room will stay open for the rest of the fest. If you’re not feeling M Butterfly or the Freud/Jung movie, you’re welcome to toddle off to the other room to watch Scanners on VHS again. If no one objects, you can even spend your whole time rewinding and rewatching the exploding head scene, just like the old days.

Some food and drink will be served (possibly even themed food for certain features), but bringing some to share is never a bad idea. If you want to run out and grab dinner somewhere nearby, I have a handful of suggestions of places that are a five minute walk away. And of course, carryout is plentiful and accommodating.

The Schedule

Student films, art films, and the confines of Canadian TV

The first night contains no films longer than 65 minutes, and most much shorter. This is the embryonic DNA of the Cronenberg style — the roots of a young filmmaker discovering the things that drive him the most. It might not be as fully realized as tomorrow’s program, but if you’re already a fanatic, you won’t want to miss these rare offerings. (hard to find films will be marked as such — look for the “HELLA RARE!!” graphic on every package!)

(Click images for enlarged versions…some of these movie posters are beautiful)

8:00 p.m.


This is actually Cronenberg’s second short film — his first, “Transfer,” is damn near impossible to find. (Trust me, I tried. Hard. Ask me about it sometime.) The scarcity of these works is partly due to the fragile nature of the original prints (the Canadian National Archives has them in their archive, but they might be too fragile to even run through a projector to make a digital reference) but mostly to the fact that the director has rejected them as awkward, poorly paced, and amateurish. No matter. Someone threw a timecoded print of his second short, “From the Drain,” onto Youtube and Dailymotion for our edification. It’s a really rough copy — no idea if you’ll be able to see much — but it’s presented for the historical nature of it. The plot: two men sit in a bathtub, talking about an unspecified war they fought in. A snake slowly rises from the drain and strangles one. The other keeps talking, and finally throws his shoes in the closet.  

In short: a student film.

8:15 p.m.
STEREO [short]


It was seeing this film at last year’s Sci-Fi and Horror Extravaganza at the Patio Theater that was the catalyst for this festival. (in unison: “Thank you, Stereo…”) If you only know Cronenberg from his visceral horror films, this one is a double-shocker. On one hand, the film — almost a full-length feature at 65 minutes — is eerily similar to Scanners, in which a research campus brings people with possible psychic abilities together for some hard-to-explain reason. Something about enhancing their skills through conditioning or group exercises or something. However, unlike Cronenberg’s later films about homicidal psychics (Scanners) or just people without the abilities to control their minds (The Dead Zone), Stereo is shot as a faux-documentary in beautiful black and white, completely silent save for occasional voiceovers talking some pretty nonsensical scientific gibberish. The main aim of this film is developing a visual language, and is one of the more beautiful and austere films I’ve ever seen, by this director or anyone else. It’s quiet and weird and forces you into its confusing academic rhythms. It also marks the start of the collaboration with the director’s first multi-film “star” actor, one Ronald Mlodzik (pictured below), a scholar at the school who Cronenberg describes as having a “medieval gay sensibility” and a “Catholicism [that] was very medieval.” When I first saw this film, especially in light of its release year (1967), my thought was “do they even make people who look like this anymore?” Clearly, they barely made them like him even then! He’s an amazing, idiosyncratic force in the film, and it’s hard not to be completely mesmerized by him.


9:20 p.m.


Crimes of the Future is very much in the style of Stereo, with a few twists. This one is in color, and the soundtrack is a little more populated, though still in the “silent with overlaid dialogue” style of its predecessor. Cronenberg calls it a vague follow-up to Stereo, sort of a future look at the world created at the Canadian Academy for Erotic Inquiry in the previous film. It explores a future in which women disappear from the gene pool. As a result, men attempt to adapt by adopting feminine traits. Cronenberg speaks a great deal about dealing with the contrasting energies between men and women, and though it’s still not that heavy on plot, there’s a sense of story progression that Stereo largely lacks. It is also filmed at the same architecturally impressive school as the previous film, the University of Toronto, Scarborough.


10:30 p.m.

PROGRAMME X: “Secret Weapons” [TV]

Cronenberg calls this his “suppressed film.” It was shot for the Canadian Broadcast Corporation (CBC) in 1972, right after a stretch where the bulk of his film work was a series of short interstitial pieces created to run between other CBC programming. (No, I wasn’t able to get copies of those either. Ask me about it sometime.) “Secret Weapons” is a stand-alone episode of Programme X, an Alfred Hitchcock Presents-style anthology program. It concerns a secret government organization and a scientist who creates a weapon that turns otherwise passive soldiers into homicidal killers. It also has biker gangs. Like Stereo, it’s a little egg sac filled to rupturing with ideas and obsessions that would recur again and again through Cronenberg’s filmography. It’s an essential piece of the puzzle that you’ll want to see to unlock the full fragrances of the later films.


10:55 p.m.
PEEP SHOW: “The Lie Chair” [TV]

Also filmed for a Canadian anthology series (lots of those going around in the early-mid ’70s) called Peep Show, this is considered a less compelling contract job that’s noteworthy for being one of only two or three times that Cronenbeg shot direct-to-video. The other is the “Samurai Dreams” section of Videodrome. It’s written by someone else, so the stylistic continuity with the other films might not be there. But, it still might be fun. And besides, it’s only a half hour long! (Peep Show‘s opening credits are great, too.)


 11:20 p.m.
TELEPLAY: “The Italian Machine” [TV]

Presented slightly out of sequence, this made-for-TV mini-movie was released a few months after Shivers, but made more sense to be included here with the other TV material. Funny and weird, this is noteworthy for being the first big appearance of one of Cronenberg’s lesser obsessions, namely fast cars (or, in this case, motorcycles). The Italian machine in question is a beautiful vintage motorcycle acquired by an art collector, who intends to display it in his house and found art. For crying out loud, he’s not going to ride it or anything!! Bikers come to liberate the bike to let it ride free as they know it wants to. Folks who have seen it (I haven’t) compared this to Ballard, which is no surprise — Cronenberg would later collaborate with Ballard to bring Crash to the big screen (and my TV screen). After a few years of wandering about, creating smaller works for TV while working on his long-delayed and hard-to-sell feature film, we’re now ready to go over the precipice tomorrow afternoon and re-start with a bunch of the films that made David Cronenberg the man to beat for visceral horror.



The bloody roots of venereal horror

The thing about this festival is that it’s way too large to do in one weekend, but a bit too short to stretch to two weekends. And besides, nothing lines up where I want it to when I just re-start the next day at noon, like usual. So, in contrast with most of my other festivals, Saturday’s films don’t start until 4:15 in the afternoon. If anyone wants to come out before that, I’d be up for re-watching anything from the night before (or even something from previous festivals?!). Otherwise, have your St. Patrick’s Day fun (note: you puking green beer on my floor does not count as “a piece of Cronenbergian performance art”), get in a nap, run some errands, and we’ll see you later in the day for…

4:15 p.m.


Shivers is the one. It just is. If you only want to see one or two by David Cronenberg, make sure it’s either this or Videodrome. Or, ideally, both! Or, really ideally, this whole span of films on Saturday. Because this is the raw, nasty, ooky, brilliant stuff, the first flowerings of a new style in visceral horror cinema. Within its low-budget trappings (shot for only $180,000), the film probes every painful, lurid, and squeamish fantasy and nightmare you can imagine, and pushes buttons you didn’t even know you had. 

A strange parasite infects an isolated resort hotel (the opening credits, featuring a voice-over presentation with slide show about the virtues of the resort, is brilliant), turning its inhabitants into sex-crazed lunatics. The parasites, far from microbial, are nasty slug-like creatures that go in and out of people’s mouths and into each other’s mouths. Everyone is susceptible – women, children, the elderly — and once they’ve got it, the only thing to do is cut it out of them. Even now, it’s a pretty shocking film with ahead-of-its-time special effects and great performances by gothic horror icon Barbara Steele and others.

The screenplay was written by Cronenberg 3 years earlier, and was funded (very reluctantly) by the nascent Canadian Film Development Corporation (CFDC), who were trying to jump-start a film culture in Canada by giving opportunities to emerging directors. However, it was soon clear that their idea of great movies was something decidedly more provincial and pedestrian (think the SCTV parody “Garth and Gord and Fiona and Alice“) than stories about parasites that turn people into nymphomaniacs. After endless fights with the gatekeepers (and some help from credibility-boosting producer Ivan Reitman), the untested Cronenberg got his first big break. And, by his own admission, he had to fake his way through the first few weeks of the ins and outs of the movie-making machine. (“I knew my cinematographer, but what does a Focus Puller do?”)

Shivers was an enormous financial success for Cronenberg and the Canadian film industry (and, by extension, the taxpayers of Canada), and made its money back many times over. It was a hit in the US (where it was briefly retitled They Came From Within) and all over the world. In the early days of VHS culture, Shivers was a staple among horror fanatics, which is why we’ll be simulcasting this (and most of the other films playing tonight) on VHS in a second room. You get your choice of viewing experiences! Absolutely not to be missed!


5:45 p.m.

Noteworthy as an extension of the contagion idea of Shivers, this time with an affliction that rampages through the entire city, the real story of Rabid is its lead actress. Marilynn Chambers, the former “Ivory Snow” cover-girl was only recently being discovered as one of the first queens of the newly decriminalized X-rated movie circuit. Beyond the Green Door and The Resurrection of Eve are porno classics, largely on the strength of their lead’s sexual charisma and girl-next-door beauty. Cronenberg originally wanted Sissy Spacek (based on her performance in Badlands) for the lead, but she was already booked to film Carrie and was unavailable. Chambers was eager to try her hand at a serious acting role, and Cronenberg was more than happy to give her the chance. The symbol of her infection — a throbbing, mutating pustule nestled in her armpit — still makes my toes curl a little bit. Jury’s out on whether Chambers really rises to the acting occasion here, but Cronenberg has indicated time and time again that he thinks she did great work for the film.


7:15 p.m.


Sometimes art imitates and life, and sometimes art is created as a bastardized reflection of life. The Brood was written during a particularly acrimonious divorce between Cronenberg and his first wife that involved messy custody of their children. The film’s a harrowing look at a marriage in ruins, with a reveal at the end that’s among the three or four most well-known Cronenberg images, right up there with the exploding head in Scanners. Cronenberg calls this his most “angry” film of the time, and its nasty edge is still there. While we’ve all seen our fair share of “creepy kids” as horror villains, the sum total here is a pint-sized terror that packs a full-size wallop. Again, not to be missed.


8:45 p.m.

fast company poster

 Here’s one of those oft-spoken but seldom seen gems from Cronenberg’s early canon. Following along from “The Italian Machine,” we again return to one of his lesser obsessions — fast cars. In the book “Cronenberg on Cronenberg,” he speaks of obsessively subscribing to hot rod magazines as a pre-teen, learning everything there was to learn about motors and engines and the different ways they can be put together. He has also said that he’s had many different life-changing experiences; not just books or movies, but scientific discoveries and even driving certain high-performance cars. All life-changing, in their way. So, even if it’s mostly a by-the-numbers ’70s drag racing movie, it’ll be interesting to see what Cronenberg-specific details make their way in. And yes, as the pic below attests, there’s a bit of nude frolicking involving a can 10W-30. Get stoked.

(fun trivia: there will be no VHS simulcast of this film because “Fast Company” was the only one of Cronenberg’s early films to come out exclusively on Betamax! [No, I did not buy a copy {though I saw one on Ebay} and a Betamax player. I’m obsessive, but I have my limits.])


10:15 p.m.


I should hope I don’t need to tell you that this is one of the three or four films you MUST see by Cronenberg, if you haven’t already. An enormous hit on release (it even spawned several sequels and reboots, none of them by the original director) and a visually iconic movie of the ’80s. If you didn’t see the exploding head in the theater or on video, you probably heard someone talking about it on the playground. It’s just as rangy as you’d expect it is, and was accomplished by taking a balloon, filling it with animal entrails, and exploding it from behind with a shotgun. (A featurette about the special effects in Scanners will be shown a week from Sunday.) The rest of the movie is no slouch, either, a taut and compelling techno-thriller about the hunt for a new breed of mutated humans with dangerous telepathic abilities. It has a great soundtrack, great locations, a terrific story, and a bad-ass final showdown. (It also has some nice footage of vintage Canadian shopping malls, if that’s your thing.) NOT TO BE MISSED!


12:00 midnight


I’m hoping that something blows me away at this festival even more than Videodrome, but I seriously doubt it. Do I really have to sell this one to you? This is IT. Videodrome, man! C’mon! Simply the apogee of the VHS-era horror genre, and has the added bonus of being about VHS and underground horror and public access culture. It also has a fairly high-profile cast (James Woods, Debbie Harry), incredible special effects, and a nasty bite to it that leaves all predecessors in the dust. It also turns its cameras on its own fans, positing hardcore pornography and violence as almost cancerous agents to the human body. You won’t soon forget these images — the hand with the gun trying to poke through the skin-like TV screen, the fuzzy underground programs, James Woods’ gnarly stomach-fissure and his work with a bullwhip and a TV set. It’s fuzzy and ambiguous in all the best ways, and it’ll linger with you for ages and ages. It’s also the best of the early films at blurring the lines of what’s really happening and what might just be a dream or a hallucination. If you’ve seen it before, you already know this and want to see it again, either in a tight and shiny Criterion edition, or in a just-as-God-intended VHS variant. Starts at midnight, because it’s a Midnight Movie. TOP RECOMMENDATION.



Big budgets, big stars, big transformations

Videodrome‘s massive success lead to higher-profile work and much bigger budgets, but the animus that drives these films is still the same. Cronenberg still films in Toronto, still gives us visceral imagery, and writes his stories with more complex and ingenious plot lines than ever, whether adapting previous books or movies or creating his own. Last night was the best night, but Sunday has a lot going for it, too.

11:00 a.m.


The massive success of Videodrome raised Cronenberg’s profile significantly, and he was now being offered opportunities like this one, to direct with a bigger budget ($10 million), bigger stars (Christopher Walken), and with a story from the biggest writer of the time (based on a novel by Stephen King). The overt gore of the previous films is toned down here in favor of another Cronenbergian theme — psychic powers. Considered one of the better Stephen King book-to-film adaptations, it’s still kind of a low-key film in the Cronenberg universe, hence its early-Sunday start time.


12:45 p.m.


One of the best intersections between Cronenberg’s big-budget/high profile Hollywood hits and his queasy body-horror films. This time its Jeff Goldblum, clearly quite in love with his physique (check the left photo below), as a scientist who is a bit too eager to use his own biology in his studies of other organisms. I mean, I’ll stop here — whether you know the original from the ’50s or the Simpsons parody, you know the bones of the story. Once again, this had really wide distribution and a big budget, and I suspect that a lot of people expecting a fun, campy remake of the ’50s so-scurred-I-dropped-my-popcorn classic got more than they bargained for. 


2:20 p.m.


 Because I wanted to make this as complete as possible, I found a copy of Cronenberg’s episode of the weekly anthology show branded with the Friday the 13th name. It’s a good premise, this story — a fraudulent faith healer finds a magic glove that allows him to actually heal people. However, there’s a tradeoff: for each person he heals, someone else must die. Since it’s made-for-TV, I don’t know how explicit it’ll be allowed to get, but we’ll see. 

Friday the 13th2

3:05 p.m.


Another all-time classic, including a classic double performance from Jeremy Irons, who plays twin brothers who are also gynecologists. The impression of twin Ironses is achieved not just through excellent motion-capture work, but by Irons’ skill at creating two siblings who are identical physically but thoroughly contrasted emotionally. There’s drugs, double dealings, sexual role-swapping, and some truly horrifying gynecological instruments that you can see below, so tread lightly. Beyond all of that, though, we get a really nuanced and disturbing story, almost like a Phillip K. Dick novel of the ’70s, in which peoples’ perception of the world and themselves starts to blur through paranoia, drug use, and stress (I’m thinking “A Scanner Darkly,” especially). I found an out of print Criterion edition of this which all the internet fidelity nerds say is the cleanest and sharpest print of this you’ll see until a blu-ray happens.


5:00 p.m.

 Maniac Mansion1

I was told that Cronenberg directed an episode of this strange, short-lived, largely unfunny but apparently beloved Canadian sitcom starring Joe Flaherty and based very loosely on a computer game from the ’80s. But it’s not true — he just makes a cameo appearance. But I’m leaving it in, dammit, because as the icon says, it’s HELLA RARE!! (And I had to pay more than I wanted to to get it.) Also, I found a clutch of TV commercials Cronenberg filmed around this time, for what reason I don’t know. Watch a tycoon try to protect the Caramilk secret, a Nike shoe hatch out of a Alien-like egg pod, and the cleaning men of Ontario Hydro beg of you (BEG OF YOU!) to turn off the lights and electrical equipment at the end of your work day.




5:30 p.m.

Cronenberg doesn’t just film books — he seems to specifically go out of his way to film what are generally considered unfilmable books. In Cronenberg on Cronenberg, David mentions that his twin loves in his youth (apart from race cars) were literature and science, and that “William Burroughs, Henry Miller, and some of the people T.S. Eliot introduced to America” were his earliest loves. He wisely avoids a literal and “faithful” rendition (which he and others have said would cost hundreds of millions of dollars to be done right and would be banned in every country) in favor of a woozy, hallucinatory combination of elements of the book with highly fictionalized and altered details from the life of Burroughs himself. The fabulous Peter Weller plays Bill Lee, an exterminator in Tangiers who has gotten hooked on his own supply…of bug powder. The shifting realities are so pervasive through the film that it’s hard to know from step to step whether your foot is coming down on solid ground. It’s funny and creepy and it has great bug-riddled special effects and the soundtrack (by Ornette Coleman) kicks fucking ass… I mean really, it’s as good a Sunday blues chaser as you’re likely to find without resorting to Bug Powder.


7:30 p.m.


Closing the night on a film I kind of suspect nobody is going to stay for. Oh well…there’s one in every bunch. That said, what would make Cronenberg want to direct a film based on a 1988 play about the relationship between a French diplomat and a male-dressed-as-a-female Peking Opera singer? Is this an update of Crimes of the Future, in which gender roles and identifies are ever-shifting? Maybe! Come and find out. Your DVR can tape your Sunday night stories for you.

M Butterfly


Crash into the future, live in the past, game in another world

A bit of this and a bit of that as we channel J.G. Ballard, get jacked in video-game world, and untangle the filament-thin threads of memory and pain.

7:00 p.m.


Unfilmable book, part II. J.G. Ballard’s Crash is absolutely positively one of my favorite books of all time. I discovered it around the time this movie came out, but didn’t see the movie until much later. It’s really a masterful book. It’s clinical and precise and exacting and lurid without being leering or cheap. Ballard basically creates a fetish — people who are sexually aroused by the sight of, and being involved in, car crashes — out of whole cloth, and follows it down to its final, monstrous conclusions. It was written at a time when Ballard’s every new book seemed more extreme and stunning than the last (starting with Atrocity Exhibition and following through with Concrete Island and High Rise), creating a completely unique corner in the world of dark, exotic fiction — it would be misleading to call his work from this time “sci-fi.” And of course, Crash influenced so many Industrial bands, especially The Normal, whose song “Warm Leatherette” is one of those songs it’s impossible to cover poorly; I’ve heard five different renditions, including one by Suzi Quatro, and they’re all great.

Anyway, Cronenberg doesn’t stick strictly to the book, taking the case history feel of the book and translating it more into a linear story. The movie has its detractors, mostly Ballard fans who feel outraged on his behalf of some of the big changes in look or style, but Ballard himself heartily approved the final product, saying that it was everything he could have hoped for.

Because we’re all adults here, we’re watching the NC-17 version (the DVD includes a tamed-up R rated version), so don’t come crying to me.


8:40 p.m.

Arriving in theaters in the same year as The Matrix, critics tended to pit these two films against each other. Both deal with a “real” world and an artificial world achieved by technology. The Matrix is a more straight-ahead adventure story with a glossy sheen, state of the art CGI, and a taste for Chosen One mythology (and, of course, two piss-poor sequels). eXistenZ (man, that fucking spelling…) is Cronenberg, so of course it’s a lot more fleshy and pulsating. It’s dark and psychotropic and intellectually calculating and brooding. It has loads of great performances (Jude Law, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Ian Holm, Willem Dafoe) and it’s a great return to his most body-mutating style with the benefit of next-generation technology and of-the-minute obsession. You really ought not miss this.


10:30 p.m.
CAMERA [short]


A little 5-minute diversion, created for an anthology short-film collection. Story is based on a dream Cronenberg had about rapidly aging while watching a film in the theater.

10:37 p.m.


A dark-horse contender in the canon of best Cronenberg films. Snapping back from eXistenZ and its focus on the body surrounding the mind, Spider takes us into memory, mental illness, and childhood trauma, with one of Ralph Fiennes’ best performances ever. Based again on a novel (by Patrick McGrath), it’s just heavy and beautiful and intense, so stop pretending like you’re going to leave early tonight, dammit.



Violence of the body, violence of the mind, violence of the market, and violence of stardom

We start in full-on brutality mode with two of Cronenberg’s neck-breaking best, then put our clothes back on and talk it out before crashing the system and clawing our way to the top. Cronenberg’s latest films are a crazy-quilt, but still very much of a piece with his classic work. No downdrafts here.

3:35 p.m.


The first part of a diptych of films exploring very similar themes, namely the primal human impulse toward violence. Viggo Mortensen plays Tom Stall, a mild-mannered family man who becomes an overnight hero after violently confronting a robber in his diner. The act of violence brings him national attention and unwanted hero status, as well as the attention of some much more violent people who mistake him from someone they knew before. The man who made the split-second decision now must fight harder for his family and his life than he ever has. This is another violent tone-shift in Cronenberg’s work, in which all sci-fi, horror, and psychic undertones of scrubbed out in favor of a story about violence. And sex. Bit of sex.


5:10 p.m.


Another short created for an anthology collection called To Each His Own Cinema. Cronenberg plays the titular character, contemplating suicide by pistol while a pair of announcers provide color commentary. Unsettling, but maybe a bit corny?

5:20 p.m.


The other half of our diptych about violence. And tattoos. And the Russian mob. Again starring Viggo Mortensen. This one is a real gut-churner — check the image below. You’ve been warned.


7:00 p.m.

Huh. didn’t see that coming, did you? Following an afternoon of films all of which promise “Strong Brutal and Graphic Violence, some Graphic Sexuality, Language, and Nudity,” we get…a period piece based on the working relationship between Sigmund Freud (Viggo Mortensen again), Carl Jung (Michael Fassbender), and their star patient (Kiera Knightley), who wishes to become a doctor herself. Again, all of the tendrils in Cronenberg’s catalog of obsessions keep tying and re-tying themselves. All the way back to “Transfer,” his first short film in which a patient won’t stop following his shrink around, the psychiatric profession has fascinated him, and with movies about schizophrenia, psychic powers, and shifting interior worlds, maybe it’s less than surprising that he’d take it all the way back to its core. Still, if you’re waiting for someone to pull a strop razor or detonate someone else’s dome with brain rays, you’re going to be waiting a long time. This is all talking cure, all the time. Kiera Knightly does give a fairly heated performance as a patient being treated for “hysteria.” Also noteworthy for being one of the few Cronenberg films not to be shot in Toronto.


8:40 p.m.

Another novel adaptation, this time by my homey Don Delillo. One of Delillo’s late-period novels (2003), Cosmopolis is one of his shorter works (as they’ve all been after Underworld), taking place in one day in the life of Eric Packer, an obscenely rich asset manager who takes a limo across town to get a haircut. Structured loosely on Ulysses and predicting the rise of Occupy and the collapse of the Western economy, it’s not a half-bad book, if a bit slight in the Delillo corpus. Having read it just a few weeks ago, it’s fresh enough in my mind that I can image all of the touches Cronenberg will add to certain key scenes to make them his own. Of course, because I sort of knew who the cast was going in, I couldn’t see Eric Packer in my book-mind without imagining his screen equivalent, Head Vampire in Charge (HVIC) Robert Pattinson. Might not be for you, but I’m rooting for it to be good.


10:30 p.m.

Two more nasty little short films, basically promotional work for Cronenberg’s recently-released first novel, Consumed. The jump to print isn’t that surprising — Cronenberg on Cronenberg points out that he basically started out aspiring to be a novelist after switching to the sciences and before switching again to filmmaking. His treatment for Stereo was basically written as a novel in order to secure funding from an arts company that was more interested in print than film. Anyway, it’s a topless woman in a grotty examining room who thinks she has bugs inside her or something. I haven’t watched it yet.

10:45 p.m.

“Damn, Sienko,” you’re asking, “how’d you find this movie? I thought it just played at the Music Box for the first time two weeks ago??” You’re right, it did. But you’re going to get to watch it in my living room instead! (Thanks, UK!) Another hard-right-turn from our venereal horror man, this time a scalding attack on Hollywood and everything it represents, using his trademark body disfigurement and psychic breakdown to make visual the subtitle of Cintra Wilson’s book A Massive Swelling: “Celebrity Reexamined as Grotesque Crippling Disease.” Julianne Moore goes full-on terrifying for this one, along with Pattinson again, John Cusack, Olivia Williams, and Carrie Fisher as herself. What might seem on the surface to be a modern re-work of The Player is likely going to be a lot nastier and heavier. Unsurprisingly, it got no Oscar nods. 

Maps to the Stars


Documentaries, making-ofs, interviews, ephemera

The last day of any of these festivals ends with a day of going through the DVD supplements, featurettes, and special effects documentaries that come with each DVD. In addition, I found some rare TV appearances (Late Night with David Letterman, Canadian news broadcasts of Cronenberg on the red carpet, local TV interviews, Cronenberg self-spoofing appearances on Canadian sketch-comedy shows) and other weirdness. It’s all a bit too loosey-goosey to give you a full minute-by-minute rundown of what’s going to happen, but I’m sure you’ll have fun. And if you don’t, we can always put in Shivers on the VCR again.

1:00 p.m.

The first big career-wide documentary about Cronenberg, and still the one most people think of. Features interviews with Martin Scorsese, Stephen King, Jeff Goldblum, and critic Robin Wood.

And with that…



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