I was about to add that there was a complete lack of face melting violence in this Cronenberg picture but then some face melting violence happened and put paid to that idea. Still, when the master finally decides to show his most popular party trick, he does not disappoint. The blood flows quickly and impactfully in a pleasingly kinetic yet realistically sloppy style. This is sort of like watching trained martial artists fight in oil. It's not the grim, graphic but unavoidably cool violence of A History Of Violence, it's actually more like how that choreography should have been done. There's no luck involved, just hard earned honest bloodshed.
I am conflicted by the brilliance of 50% of this film and the infuriatingly abject remainder.
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