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In 2020, right before the start of the pandemic, Brandon Cronenberg made me ill. Possessor, his excellent second directorial feature, bored its way into my brain as surely as the fictional device its corporate assassins used on their victims. Its protagonist un-mothered, shed her skin, and become something fully stripped of anything close to human.
Similar, if not parallel, trajectories awaited Alexander Skaarsgard’s character in Cronenberg’s Infinity Pool.
I could have been lazy and chosen any number of legendary 80’s slashers such as My Bloody Valentine and Prom Night to fill the Canada slot in this blog project. But I decided to delve into this seminal work by David Cronenberg, who’s style of “body horror” is groundbreaking, disturbing, and has rarely been my cup of tea (Debbie Harry was my reason to watch Videodrome.) It’s an interesting and unique film; not perfect, sometimes nauseating, but 100% original.