When asked to picture “body horror,†we conjure images that are best described as repulsive: growths of new appendages, spurts of pus and blood, dermatological mutation into some abject new form. But therein lies the beauty of the genre: What if you couldn’t distance yourself from something horrific, because it’s impossible to escape your own flesh and blood? If you find yourself in a body-horror film — perhaps you shared a ride in a teleportation pod with an insect, or were propositioned by transdimensional clergy to expand your kink horizons — you are probably in the process of losing agency over freaky stuff happening to your skin, organs, or tissue. If you’re lucky enough to just be watching some other poor sod fall victim to an inhuman metamorphosis, you are probably terrified that this could all happen to you. You also have a body, after all, and have just seen firsthand a few gruesome reasons to be very suspicious of it. But maybe, in both scenarios, you find something liberating in a new perception of your body, skin, or consciousness. Body horror doesn’t just see the body as a site of violation, but of fascination; filmmakers have for decades plumbed a tactile intimacy that attracts as much as it repels, and focusing on the tension between these impulses has given us the best, freakiest, strangest looks into these sacks of flesh we carry around with us.
In Coralie Forgeat’s splatterific celebrity satire The Substance, the intent of the central body transformation is always crystal clear, but while the film feels tactilely indebted to the history of body horror (while also trying to expand its gooey horizons in the mainstream space), it only scratches the surface of what the genre is capable of on an emotional and sensory level. To celebrate The Substance’s new secreting contributions to one of the cinema’s most challenging genres, we ranked 25 highlights in the body-horror canon. (To showcase just how flexible the genre can be, we’ve also limited our list to one film per director.)
25.
American Mary (2012)
A simmering, sardonic neo-noir to start us off, this Canadian film focuses on Mary Mason (Ginger Snaps’ Katharine Isabelle), a medical student living on a knife’s edge between career burnout and ill-gotten riches. An interview to perform at a strip club leads to emergency surgery on gangsters, before Mary pivots to working in the niche body-modification community, where people pay fortunes to get their dream body — which is usually a unique, abstract reinterpretation of what a body can be. Eager to humanize those that society instinctively considers “freakish†and show the dark, misogynist rot embedded in organized institutions, identical twin directors Jen and Sylvia Soska blend B-movie pulp with a provocative view on the horizons of body autonomy.
24.
Excision (2012)
Just as a heads-up: We’re going to see a lot of characters with medical-career aspirations in this list. That’s not to say everyone in medicine secretly loves strange freaky stuff, but it’s not like you get many chances to cut people open and mess with their insides working in comms, is it? In case it wasn’t clear that Excision is a B-movie about absurd suburbia, there are cameos from John Waters, Ray Wise, and Malcolm McDowell, but the narrative focuses on disturbed high-schooler Pauline (AnnaLynne McCord) whose feverish desire to unspool the human body fuses with a hatred of the inane artificiality of her controlling mother. Maybe a pathological surgeon’s blade is necessary to sever yourself from the suburb’s psychological grip.
23.
The Sadness (2021)
The Sadness one-ups the ferocity of 28 Days Later, featuring an airborne, city-wide virus that turns its Taiwanese hosts into snarling, cackling creatures capable of horrific and explicit violence. The pathogen violates and desecrates bodies, and its victims return the favor by violating and desecrating any uninfected man, woman, or child in their path. The unholy transformation central to body horror, usually localized on a single individual, unfolds here on a mass scale — it is the rules and behaviors of society that are corrupted beyond recognition. By focusing on a young couple fighting to safely reunite, Canadian director Rob Jabbaz finds a deep vein of, well, sadness in his relentless assault of white-knuckle, skin-crawling horror.
22.
Swallow (2019)
We’re using these early entries to highlight films that approach body horror from unorthodox angles, even if they don’t represent the goopy heights the genre can go. This psychological thriller maps out a world of malformed desire and ingestive paranoia without the need for gutsy special effects. Hunter (Haley Bennett) has just married a wealthy heir (Austin Stowell) and, in an unvoiced rebellion against becoming a stifled tradwife, she starts eating dangerous, indigestible objects. Hunter is diagnosed with pica, a psychological urge to consume what cannot be consumed, and puts us through intolerable discomfort as the scale and sharpness of her food increases towards her breaking point. It’s a perfect example of the self-inflicted body-horror tradition: Someone in the margins seeking liberty through a dangerous change that others find abject and horrifying.
21.
Street Trash (1987)
Okay, forget about those sensitive approaches to body horror for a second; the cartoonish and downright foul Street Trash is here to shock and disgust. Only a couple steps above a Troma release, both in craft and intellectual scope, this blackly comic, dystopian “melt movie†charts a spree of homeless people turning into pastel-colored goo after sampling the cheapest malt liquor a Brooklyn shopkeeper has to offer. Turns out it’s 60-year-old poison, and manic hysteria soon fills the community — especially among traumatized Vietnam veterans — in between the nasty, voyeuristic shots of shrieking people melting into slime. Street Trash wears its trashiness with pride, self-aware of how exploitative its use of real-world trauma is and directing only nastiness to those American sees as undesirable; trash like this is so fun because it takes place in a skewed, cartoon version of our world so we can be entertained by its provocations, while also is counting on a wide subsection of its audience being revolted and aghast by where it goes. The body horror is confronting because it asks if you want to be in the in-crowd of freaks enjoying it, and the fever pitch tone of this tasteless cult movie is as enjoyable as the gross-out money shots.
20.
Teeth (2007)
One of the most disturbing films about abstinence is also about vagina dentata, a widespread folktale about women with teeth lining their genitals. Dawn (Jess Weixler) has a difficult home life and is routinely ostracized for her cheery campaign of teenage celibacy, but conflicting desires and predatory men trigger an overwhelming biological discovery that she can’t control. Teeth is a black comedy, and some of its trickier tonal shifts threaten to capsize the horror momentum, but the intimacy of the body mutilation and the intensity of Dawn’s panic as she causes it help Teeth leave a lasting mark.
19.
The Substance (2024)
There are a lot of exquisitely subtle, simmering body-horror films out there, but that doesn’t mean we should dismiss the garishly unsubtle out of hand. Former “It†girl Elisabeth Sparkle (Demi Moore) has become consumed with her Hollywood sexism-tinted midlife crisis, so turns to a clandestine bio-product that gives birth to Sue (Margaret Qualley), a younger, ambitious version of herself with a will of her own, who soon wages bloody, gooey war against her counterpart. Coralie Forgeat joins the fine tradition of French directors making movies about how weird America is with a searing, screaming satire on the sick delight Hollywood takes in degrading its female talent — even if it might have a touch too much fun of its own along the way. Demi Moore is excellent as someone trying to win back control of her narrative and body, as Margaret Qualley dials in a perfectly observed, completely artificial performance as the two halves of a Hollywood star try to mutilate each other (and therefore themselves) in an attempt to defy biology. Be warned: It gets icky, but then again so does showbiz.
18.
Malignant (2021)
One of the rare word-of-mouth phenomenons that delivered on the sensationalist promise of “the wildest thing you’ll see this year,†James Wan’s slick, gnarly giallo riff takes the pseudoscience and bogus criminal psychology that frequented Dario Argento’s films and combined it with eye-popping gore and elastically physical action. If you haven’t seen Malignant, the inclusion of it here kinda gives away the bonkers third act turn, but it would be a disservice to not acknowledge that literally no studio horror film of the past decade has popped off like this. Malignant understands that losing control of what’s under your skin and splintering your psyche drives the strongest body horror; here, an extreme malignant growth plots its own rebellion against the body that has unwittingly suppressed it for years.
17.
The Blob (1988)
Chuck Russell’s remake of the original Steve McQueen drive-in staple goes out of its way to subvert the tired rhythms of ’50s B-movies at every turn: killing off jock protagonists, gleefully staging the most visceral kills, and implicating the U.S. government in historic Blob conspiracy. Here, the body horror comes from an uncharacteristically external force — no one gets hurt unless they come into contact with our killer, the big pink, translucent gelatinous entity — but the giddy imagination that Russell, co-writer Frank Darabont, and effects supervisor Tony Gardner apply to their skin-melting Blob Kills provoke such intense fear over bodily harm that you’ll inch away from the screen in case the Blob starts spilling out of it.
16.
Altered States (1980)
Ken Russell’s most commercial film carried many themes from his art-house work: the body as a host of base impulse and desire, the subconscious mind mapped onto a visual canvas, violent transgressions pushing beyond the walls of our world. Here, a research scientist (William Hurt) brings fringe shamanic mysticism into his experiments on consciousness, which lock him into extended, isolating spells inside a sensory deprivation tank. The experiments send him somewhere completely new and liberating — but re-code his brain and body in the process. With the bursts of incendiary Christian imagery and a growing sense that control over our own matter has been utterly relinquished, Russell stages an ambitious, provocative new method of dissecting and rebuilding the body on film.
15.
Xtro (1982)
To borrow the delicate phrasing of an iconic tweet: What if your dad was abducted by ALIENS but he came BACK and he was a FREAKY GOBLIN and you got PSYCHIC POWERS? Britain has always had an uneasy relationship with horror — even though there are plenty examples of chilling Gothic tales, their film industry has been historically sniffy at the prospect of indulging in lurid, unsophisticated thrills, no matter how commercially successful they may be. Xtro is emblematic of low-rent transgressions of the “video nasty†era, this story of a family unit’s perversion sees an absentee father (Philip Sayer), who disappeared years prior into a UFO’s bright light, return to his wife and son with the sole purpose of propagating his new alien race in yucky, invasive ways. Pregnancy horror and imagery that invokes fears of abuse fill this uncomfortable exploitation film, and amongst all the scuttling creatures and paranormal abscesses is a confronting story of a father imposing his will on the future of the child he abandoned.
14.
Swallowed (2022)
Former fashion photographer Carter Smith has dabbled in body horror since the start of his filmmaking career (check out his award-winning short Bugcrush and studio debut, The Ruins) but Swallowed takes his recurring motifs of venomous bites and dangerous queer relationships to a new level. Two young gay men ruin their last night together with a botched high-stakes drug smuggling gig where they have to swallow sealed substances to get them across the border. Smith doesn’t just take advantage of the violent, oppressive power dynamics of drug mule fiction, he also taps into the playful fetish potential of his film’s ingestion elements, playing with taboo for both titillation and gnarly, upsetting horror. It’s hard to imagine a recent body horror film that so impressively captures internal physical pain.
13.
Dumplings (2004)
The better body-horror film on this list about an older actress who seeks out an unorthodox and dangerous anti-aging procedure to combat the internalized misogyny she inherited from her culture, Fruit Chan’s sly and provocative Dumplings touches on the frequency of abortions under China’s one-child-policy and takes the unempathetic nature of Hong Kong beauty standards to an invasive, morbid extreme. Former actress Mrs Li (Miriam Yeung) has lost the attention of her husband, so hunts down Aunt Mei (Bai Ling) and her dumplings made from unborn fetuses to trigger physical rejuvenation. Like The Substance, there’s a vein of selfishness born from societal powerlessness underpinning the film, here focusing on the unique clash of ultra-modernity and traditionalism experienced in China and Hong Kong at the dawn of the new millennium. Chan and screenwriter Li Pi-Hua (credited as Lillian Lee) leans into the grotesque imagery of aborted fetuses and embellishes the frank and taboo-free comedy surrounding the unverified but still sensationally reported trope of Chinese fetus cannibalism. Mrs Li gets over the shocking nature of her diet fairly quickly, and her new objective becomes hunting down the most potent type of fetus to consume, with little empathy for the traumatic circumstances that led to the abortion in the first place; Remember, a genre interested in the unexpected changes to a person’s body is more likely to feature a narcissist protagonist.
12.
Society (1989)
If Society came out today, they would tack on “We Live in a†to the start of the title. Brian Yunza’s electrifying directorial debut (he had previously produced Stuart Gordon’s Lovecraft dyad Re-Animator and From Beyond) takes the metaphorical grooming of traditionalist upper classes and gives it a gleeful, stomach-turning literality. Young Bill (Billy Warlock) becomes convinced his family is part of some dark, violent, and incestuous coven, and have just absorbed his older sister into their fold. To his credit, none of that is technically wrong, there’s just some decade-defining body melting effects from Screaming Mad George mixed in there too. The demented glee generated from this clandestine elite orgy, a narrative touchstone that is almost never deployed to demonstrate the appeal of group sex, only makes the tableaus of draining fluids and fused flesh feel more upsetting.
11.
Re-Animator (1985)
Who said body horror couldn’t also be a farce? Stuart Gordon’s vibrant production design and nasty sense of humor resulted in one of the great horror comedies in American history, where a med-student himbo (Bruce Abbott) gets caught up in the rivalry between classmate Herbert West (the peerless Jeffrey Combs) and their professor (David Gale). Loosely based on an H.P. Lovecraft serial and originally imagined as a stage show, this revamped and deviant version of the Frankenstein story maintains the eeriness of lifeless, detached body parts acting independently of each other and emboldens the horror with a great deal of cackling humor. It also honors the main interpretation of Mary Shelley’s novel, which is that scientists should stop messing around with freaky shit.
10.
Trouble Every Day (2001)
The distinction between cannibal or vampire fiction and body horror is so thin and mutable that it just shows why maintaining the borders of genre classification is a waste of time, especially when horror is so interested in fluidity and transgression. In this controversial Claire Denis work, her longtime themes of desire and survival are crystallized in a dead-eyed probe into understanding our most base impulses and the tension underplaying unsteady erotic connections. Who better to lead all of that than Vincent Gallo, who plays an American trying to hunt down a French neuroscientist on his honeymoon. The more we’re presented with the film’s vampiric and cannibalistic outbursts, the more Denis undermines the sanctity of the new nuptial union, revealing it as one of fatally mismatched desire. Treating barbarous body horror as something embedded in us deeper than the mutual love of a partner, especially when it’s done without the theatrical or exploitation trappings, makes for one of the New French Extremity’s most troubling works.
9.
Titane (2021)
We promise the top ten won’t just be French movies, but something about the New French Extreme is too powerful to deny big-league positions on this list. While Denis’s film belonged to the original turn-of-the-century wave, Julia Ducournau made the Palme d’Or–winning Titane a generation after the subversive European treatises on our relationship to the pleasures and violations of the body had been canonized. Even though Titane’s rapid heartbeat calls far more attention to itself than Trouble Every Day, the same slippery thematic provocations are there, linking desire and companionship in opaquely defined but palpably dangerous ways, but with a sensitivity that undermines the cruelty of the violence onscreen. Ducournau’s follow-up to her incendiary (but more decipherable) debut, Raw, is about car-showroom model Alexia (Agatha Rouselle), who has a titanium plate in her head and an erotic fascination with cars, but after being impregnated by a voracious automobile and murdering a bunch of people, she disfigures herself to pass as the missing son of a fire captain (Vincent Lindon). Like her pioneering predecessors, Ducournau is as interested in the violation of social and cultural expectations surrounding gender and the body as much as the motor oil secretions and cybernetic self-harm. It’s thrilling to see a film with such a firm grasp on its thesis of surviving and nurturing the body be this audacious and multi-faceted.
8.
The Skin I Live In (2011)
Many Pedro Almodóvar films feel like an intertextual expansion of older, classic films (his latest poetic look at grief, The Room Next Door, rolls whole clips from John Huston’s The Dead) and this blend of melodrama and trans-coded horror is a direct invocation of French proto-body horror Eyes Without a Face from 1960. Based on the novel Tarantula by Thierry Jonquet, The Skin I Live In stars Antonio Banderas as a brilliant plastic surgeon known for growing artificial skin, whose anguish over the death of his family drives him to carry out a forced feminization surgery. Like Talk to Her or Bad Education, the darkest Almodóvar films resist spelling out every moral or thematic implication, but the way that perceptions of gender and desires to mutilate are wedged into the characters’ psyches and woven into their skin gives The Skin I Live In a potent and disquieting aftertaste.
7.
Possession (1981)
It’s always a little suspect when a film about a messy divorce (written during the writer-director’s own messy divorce) involves the wife having sex with a giant gelatinous tentacled creature. By the end of the ’80s, the wall will be down in Cold War Berlin, but not before secret agent Mark (Sam Neill) confronts his wife, Anna (Isabelle Adjani), who wants to leave him and take their child with her. His insecure paranoia clashes with her erratic behavior, and as their frantic domestic drama pushes up against the concrete boundaries of a divided Berlin, a writhing, shape-shifting entity is taking cuckoldry to the next level. Director Andrzej Żuławski hadn’t just experienced a traumatic divorce from his partner, he had reached a creative injunction with his native Poland, and Possession revisits Żuławski’s recurring theme of identity in crisis with messy, fatalistic horror, and a palpable sense of losing control of your body and self to a looming, apocalyptic new age.
6.
Hellraiser (1987)
Thank God for a little flop called Rawhead Rex that pushed author and screenwriter Clive Barker to make sure none of his freaky, subversive horror impulses were compromised in Hellraiser. Barker was told in postproduction to change the setting from England where his novel The Hellbound Heart (a title that goes equally hard) takes place, but the depraved, transactional family dynamics and the grim, hollowed-out industrial townscapes (like in America, these places were being intentionally starved in the ’80s) does feel reflective of a harsh, sensorially numbed England even if the accents were dubbed over. This icky masterwork of ’80s horror is best known for introducing us to the Cenobites, the collective of sadomasochistic priests from a Lovecraftian dimension of orgiastic torment, and whose flesh has been twisted, penetrated, and seared to extremes. But the Liverpudlian maestro’s film is also interested in corrupting the safety of a family — a dead, hedonistic uncle claims the body of his young niece’s father, aided by her conniving stepmother. As we watch his sopping wet flesh and bone painfully reconstruct itself, his violent, taboo sexual appetite becomes as great a threat as Pinhead and his lieutenants. It’s good to know the Cenobites have a strict code of conduct in the Hellraiser dimension, at least.
5.
Brain Damage (1988)
The practical-effects-heavy exploitation cinema of Frank Henenlotter is probably the most apt precursor to The Substance’s gleefully poor taste brand of body-autonomy surrender (whether it happens willingly or unwillingly). Together with the Basket Case trilogy and Frankenhooker, Henenlotter’s small filmography packs a spit-in-your-face attitude that’s rarely so potent and corrosive in independent horror. Brain Damage may be his career highlight; young, attractive Brian (Rick Hearst) becomes dependent on the fluids of a parasitic brain worm (voiced by Philadelphia horror host John Zacherle) who seduces him into murder to supply the creature with brain food. The optical, stop-motion, and puppetry effects alone should make Brain Damage a priority on your watchlist, but Henenlotter’s film excites and repulses on a deeper level. The drastic changes in Brian’s behavior, isolating himself from loved ones and bending to the parasite’s will, is so reminiscent of watching someone’s agency give way to addiction that Brain Damage becomes a grimly affecting ride.
4.
The Thing (1982)
The fear of intimacy that thrives in body horror is expressed in very literal and masculine terms in John Carpenter’s enduring masterpiece. When a shape-shifting, virtually unkillable alien is welcomed into an American research base in Antarctica (it was disguised as a husky, go easy on them), a tornado of body-deforming chaos explodes. Like in The Blob, the horror creature is an external force that kills and replaces its victims, overriding their biology to mimic their voice and appearance only after murdering them, but Carpenter wisely lets the world-class effects — where chests open up like the maws of sharks and the titular thing gets frequently tired of abiding by the rules of bipedal humanoid anatomy — erupt in a few select but unforgettable bursts. The rest of the film relies on claustrophobic standoffs and frenzied, threatening stares, channeling the terror of getting too close to your fellow man into a saga of gritted teeth and sweaty outbursts. “It could be any of these guys†quickly becomes a pessimistic “It might as well be any of these guys.â€
3.
The Fly (1986)
If David Cronenberg isn’t the grandfather of body horror, then he’s definitely that favorite uncle who introduced you to weird TV and who got a bit quiet and serious after the divorce. Across his 23 films, he explores how desire is defined and reconstituted by psychology, history, and society, and furthermore how humankind is defined and reconstituted by that strange mix of desires. Even in his most pulpy exercises, like this loose remake of the 1958 Montreal-set insect horror, Cronenberg blends erotic chemistry with melancholy empathy, revealing how deeply he feels for the genre’s most abject outsiders as the DNA of scientist Seth Brundle (Jeff Goldblum) incrementally submits to the fly biology it’s been combined with. As opposed to the barn-storming set pieces in The Thing, Cronenberg lets us sit with the vile, depressing discomfort of your body giving way to a new shape and texture, with Goldblum’s curious but pitiable eyes shining with anguish. His brief lover Veronica (Geena Davis) watches as skin toughens, tissue corrodes, limbs dissolve, and her unborn child becomes a violent fixation for “Brundlefly,†because it’s the only way he sees himself surviving in any meaningfully intact way. The fact that Seth’s desperate narcissism remains intact till the end confirms why Cronenberg was the perfect fit for this B-movie throwback — to him, nothing is more human than our vain, pathetic impulses and fears.
2.
Body Snatchers (1993)
The fourth and crowning remake of a ’50s horror classic on this list! It’s clear that the hokey, conservative horror visions of the mid-century film industry didn’t just appeal to many transgressive directors because they stayed up late watching them on TV as children, but because the horror was usually defined as an external, extraterrestrial, or scientific anomaly, and lax censorship on showing erotic and gross material pushed filmmakers like Cronenberg, Carpenter, Russell, and eventually Abel Ferrara to embolden the “enemy within†subtext to make body horror classics. Jack Finney’s original sci-fi novel The Body Snatchers and its numerous adaptations both invite and repel easy, graspable interpretations, but this second update to Don Siegel’s “We Swear It’s Not About the Red Scare†1956 version certainly draws attention to America’s complacency with power being used in abruptly oppressive ways — in no small part because it’s set within the hierarchy of a military base and released around the same time as Francis Fukuyama’s The End of History announcing liberal democracy was the natural evolutionary endpoint for the world. Ferrara bought a metric ton of tapeworm props, hired a scene-stealing Meg Tilly and showed us that, even in docile peacetime, demands of obedience and conformity can be seamlessly co-opted by evil forces, leaving us with zero options of how to live outside their control. This is the adaptation that best integrates vile, invasive imagery and spectacle with the escalation of “closing ranks†paranoia central to every version, giving maverick filmmaker Ferrara the chance to give us disturbing gasps of bodily decay and a repulsive parasitic eroticism to the robust movements of the much-adapted text. Body Snatchers gets extra credit for letting the shape-shifting, body-corrupting creatures explain in patient, chilling words that our survivors are completely fucked once the ninety minute runtime has elapsed. Can’t fault them for their honesty!
1.
Tetsuo: The Iron Man (1989)
There is not a more electrifying and face-melting dose of body horror than Shinya Tsukamoto’s Tetsuo: The Iron Man. It’s a defining work for independent Japanese cinema, the video age giving cult films a global reach, and for the burgeoning cyberpunk and industrial sci-fi crazes. Tsukamoto’s bracing 67-minute film is teeming with high-voltage eroticism and dangerous body mod impulses, as two Japanese men (played by Tomorowo Taguchi and Tsukamoto himself) indulge in feverish, fetishistic fusings with metal and machinery. Beyond the sensual nature of the characters’ transformations, which move like a shuddering engine being jump-started into life, the erotic cybernetic (cyberotic?) aesthetic pervades the subconscious realm as much as the physical, with dreams and delusions painting contemporary Japanese society as a corrupted hard drive being consumed by a dominant machine. It’s staggering what the low-budget production achieves; if you’re overwhelmed by the frenetic 16mm photography (shot by Tsukamoto and his co-star Kei Fujiwara), cramped interior sets (many of which are where Fujiwara lived at the time), and crashing industrial tones of Chu Ishikawa, then you might have a sense of what it was like for the cast and crew, who nearly all fell out with Tsukamoto across the arduous shoot. But the final product has a power that’s impossible to deny — Tetsuo paints industrial body horror as a sexual act, as an incurable infection, as an inevitable evolutionary step, and as a beautiful madness on the verge of converting all us nonbelievers.
Further viewing
➼ T Blockers (2023): The body-horror genre has been the subject of trans readings more than most others, so it wouldn’t be right to not mention one made by a trans filmmaker. Wunderkid Alice Maio Mackay shot this metatextual look at queer youth in crisis when she was just 17, focusing on a trans filmmaker (Lauren Last) who learns she’s the only one who can identify an alien body invasion happening in her bigoted small town. It’s funny, gnarly when it needs to be, and very winning.
➼ Seconds (1966): In a dark parody of wellness through capitalism, director John Frankenheimer — later known for his politically charged thrillers The Manchurian Candidate, Birdman of Alcatraz, and The Train — charted a disaffected man (first played by John Randolph, then Rock Hudson) exchanging his depressing life for a brand-new body, identity, and life. But he’s consumed with existential grief when he realizes what a limited, bourgeois nightmare he’s surgically altered everything for. Pretty much everything body horror strives to tap into is present — liberation through transformation, a sharp diminishment of agency as the change progresses, terror of the self vanishing — but all the explicit images are kept under bandages and behind doors in sterile corridors.
âž¼ Crimes of the Future (2022): Cronenberg has made too many defining and counterintuitive body-horror classics to limit him to a single list entry, so permit this double-dipping to celebrate a film that most accurately lives up to his renaming of the genre as “body beautiful.â€Â Like The Fly, Crimes of the Future shares its title with an older movie, but its reimagining of one of Cronenberg’s earliest features is a total upgrade, focusing on an artist couple who grow and operate on new organs in revered art shows. Set in a dystopian state where bodies are surveilled and radical biologies are suppressed, every character is asked to cross a dangerous threshold into a brave new world of body autonomy. It’s a subdued but articulate and aching stroke of genius.