That might be why one can feel an angry, unfiltered edge in the film\u2019s final reels, which are a bit less clinically removed and more emotionally unhinged than Cronenberg\u2019s other output. Heartbreak\u2019s a hell of a thing, and when it\u2019s really cooking The Brood<\/em> traffics in the kind of primal fears and inchoate rage seen in other great breakup movies like Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom<\/em>, a genuinely deranged picture that could only be the result of the most powerful man in Hollywood being cuckolded by Willie Nelson. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Following 1975\u2019s Shivers<\/em><\/a> and 1977\u2019s Rabid<\/em> as the third chapter of a loose trilogy about mad scientist men experimenting on women with disastrous results, The Brood<\/em> is headlined by Oliver Reed as a New Age therapist working with a method of his own invention called psychoplasmics, which supposedly enables patients to physically manifest their buried emotional traumas. Most folks consider him a quack — another television guru with a cult following, which Reed\u2019s pitch-perfect preening during the public therapy sessions makes entirely plausible. But the problem is that pyschoplasmics actually works all too well, and in her secluded treatment cabin hidden away in the doctor\u2019s remote compound, Samantha Eggar\u2019s Nola Carveth is breaking out into hives whenever she gets angry. These hives balloon into sacs containing killer fetuses that grow up quite quickly into terrifying toddlers. In other words, she\u2019s literally giving birth to her rage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The story is told from the point of view of Nola\u2019s incredibly uninteresting, estranged husband Frank (Art Hindle) who works as an architect \u2013 for many years the go-to profession in movies for when screenwriters had no idea what someone should do for a living. Frank tries to take care of their young daughter Candy (Cindy Hinds) during the week while she goes to visit her mother on weekends, but one Monday morning he discovers some scary bruises and bites on Candy\u2019s back. His fury is more than understandable \u2013 and besides, would you want your wife sequestered in the mountains with Oliver Reed? \u2013 but in my opinion the milquetoast, uber-Canadian Hindle often doesn\u2019t appear to be entirely alarmed enough<\/em>, given everything that\u2019s going on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The titular spawn are revealed gradually and the stuff of nightmare fuel. Cronenberg\u2019s camera approaches them obliquely, these little kids all wrapped up in snowsuits who don\u2019t quite move like children. (The individual antagonists were played by dwarves while the mob of them were a grade school girls\u2019 gymnastics team in masks.) Taking a cue from Nicolas Roeg\u2019s Don\u2019t Look Now<\/em>, he allows us only glimpses of their malevolent movements during the grisly murder scenes and quick flashes of their crinkled, sinister faces. To secure an R rating, the MPAA made Cronenberg cut a closeup of Eggar licking the bloody amniotic fluid off a newborn\u2019s skull during the movie\u2019s instantly infamous birthing sequence. The cut ironically made the scene even more upsetting, as with the tongue shot missing it instead looks like she\u2019s biting into the baby\u2019s head. (It\u2019s since been restored for video versions.) <\/p>\n\n\n\n Cobbled together from Canadian tax shelter money, the production was a step above the budgets Cronenberg had previously worked with, though nobody\u2019s idea of an expensive picture. Eggar shot her entire role during four days off from playing Ricardo Montalban\u2019s wife on TV\u2019s Fantasy Island<\/em>, and the only noted mishap during a characteristically smooth shoot was when Oliver Reed had to be bailed out of jail after making a bet that the cold Ontario winter could not deter him from walking from the pub back to his hotel nude. The Brood<\/em> marks Cronenberg\u2019s first collaboration with then-Saturday Night Live<\/em> bandleader Howard Shore, whose score here relies a little too much on shrieking Psycho<\/em> strings for my tastes, but the two would refine their work together to a wonderful, doomy grandeur over 17 more films. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Cronenberg had not yet become the critical darling he is today. Roger Ebert\u2019s one-star review<\/a> was one of the writer\u2019s more entertaining hissy fits, calling The Brood<\/em> \u201can el sleazo exploitation film\u2026 Are there really people who want to see reprehensible trash like this? I guess so. It’s in its second week.\u201d But the director did already have some ardent fans, including critic Carrie Rickey and Martin Scorsese, who went on to develop a habit of spending talk show appearances in which he was supposed to be promoting his own films instead raving about whatever Cronenberg movie he\u2019d just seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rickey\u2019s read on<\/a> The Brood<\/em> is by far my favorite, dashing the charges of misogyny that had dogged the director during his early career. She reminds us that Nola herself is a product of a broken home, and that the film ends with these mysterious manifestations being passed down to her and Frank\u2019s daughter as well. Retroactively, one sees that the real horror of the movie isn\u2019t in the hell unleashed by a woman scorned, but rather the childhood abandonment that made it inevitable. “The Brood” is currently streaming on HBO Max <\/a>and the Criterion Channel<\/a>. <\/em> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Divorce, Canadian Style.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":633,"featured_media":18379,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1399],"tags":[1431,1422],"class_list":["post-18377","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-looking-back","tag-classic-corner","tag-looking-back"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18377","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/633"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18377"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18377\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21962,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18377\/revisions\/21962"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/18379"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18377"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18377"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18377"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"\"](\"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/brood2-1024x576.png\")
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