Film review: Antiviral, Brandon Cronenberg's body-horror debut

(15)

Anthony Quinn
Thursday 31 January 2013 12:30 EST
Comments
Antiviral , written and directed by Brandon Cronenberg, is a whodunit with a twist. It is a tale of “biological communion” whereby live viruses are harvested from celebrities and sold to obsessed fans. When the equivalent of Lady Gaga, the supers
Antiviral , written and directed by Brandon Cronenberg, is a whodunit with a twist. It is a tale of “biological communion” whereby live viruses are harvested from celebrities and sold to obsessed fans. When the equivalent of Lady Gaga, the supers

Your support helps us to tell the story

From reproductive rights to climate change to Big Tech, The Independent is on the ground when the story is developing. Whether it's investigating the financials of Elon Musk's pro-Trump PAC or producing our latest documentary, 'The A Word', which shines a light on the American women fighting for reproductive rights, we know how important it is to parse out the facts from the messaging.

At such a critical moment in US history, we need reporters on the ground. Your donation allows us to keep sending journalists to speak to both sides of the story.

The Independent is trusted by Americans across the entire political spectrum. And unlike many other quality news outlets, we choose not to lock Americans out of our reporting and analysis with paywalls. We believe quality journalism should be available to everyone, paid for by those who can afford it.

Your support makes all the difference.

Unpleasant but not uninteresting, this Canadian body-horror satire marks the debut feature of Brandon – son of David – Cronenberg, and on this evidence he's a chip off the old block. Caleb Landry Jones, pale as a plaster saint, plays Syd, an employee at a clinic that sells viruses harvested from celebrities to their obsessed fans.

One such celeb is Hannah Geist (Sarah Gadon), whose last fatal virus has become a target for hardcore collectors. Syd decides to flog it on the black market, but reckons without the forces of darkness on his tail.

Cronenberg Jr's imagined dystopia conjures some vividly horrible sights, though his screenwriting lags some way behind. While the idea that celebrity has run out of control – people seeking out actual diseases and deformations to effect a "biological communion" with their idols – is pursued with a certain sick logic, there's a self-importance, even arrogance, to the tone that repels.

Join our commenting forum

Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies

Comments

Thank you for registering

Please refresh the page or navigate to another page on the site to be automatically logged inPlease refresh your browser to be logged in