Each man films the thing he loathes. That seems the rule, anyway, for directors who investigate the darker locales in cinema's emotional landscape. Alfred Hitchcock, Luis Bunuel, Federico Fellini found artistry in images that terrified or disgusted them. Their bad dreams became their best movies.
Thus it is with the gifted Canadian filmmaker David Cronenberg. Images of corporal corruption -- of malefic birth and voracious organs -- stalk his They Came from Within, Rabid, The Brood, Scanners and Videodrome. Heads explode, and monsters issue from the wombs of women. In Cronenberg's masterwork, The Fly, one man wages a heroic, doomed struggle...
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