VHS Revival examines one of Cronenberg’s maligned early works and his continued struggles to break into Hollywood.
It’s hard to imagine how audiences would have received The Brood back in 1979.
Fascinated with the metaphysical, filmmaker David Cronenberg was some way ahead of his time conceptually, and his interest in what would become known as ‘body horror’ was something moviegoers were distinctly unprepared for. Even now, almost four decades later, the film is quite the experience, a bleak oddity as strangely engrossing as it is distressing. The film would also mark the debut of three-time Academy Award winning composer Howard Shore, his wretched, nerve-jangling score helping to establish an almost ceaseless sense of alarm with its Psycho-esque strings and patient foreboding.
The Brood was Cronenberg’s sixth film during 10 years as a feature-length director, and although he had gained something of a reputation as a unique filmmaker, he would struggle to break into the mainstream, even though his low-budget productions had been made at a profit with very little outlay (his first memorable feature Shivers (1975) would gross CAD 5,000,000 from a meagre CAD 180,000). But even the low-key Canadian scene had proven problematic in terms of the director’s creative vision. In a two-part retrospective in 1992, Cronenberg would air his grievances to Global TV Toronto:
“In Canada, the idea of doing a horror film was considered an aberration. I mean, this is something you certainly would not do for the National Film Board. Something that was fantastic and perverse and dark was perhaps not Canadian, or they didn’t know what to do with it.”
The success of Shivers would result in yet another cult classic. Rabid (1976) was a similarly startling exploration of the human body that would cast American porn star Marilyn Chambers in the lead role, a move that would only add to the controversy surrounding Cronenberg’s inimitable style, while also attempting to connect with a more mainstream US audience with a face that would prove familiar—at least to those who were perhaps more liberal of mind.
Dr. Hal Raglan: They’re her children. More exactly, the children of her rage.
Interestingly, the director had originally rallied for Sissy Spacek, an idea that was nixed by the studio due to her accent. Ironically, she would go on to star in Stephen King adaptation Carrie that same year, a decision that would thrust both Sissy and Brian De Palma into the spotlight, the latter another legendary director who had been in the business for a similar time period. Another low-key production made at a considerable profit, Rabid would further display Cronenberg’s unique qualities and potential to turn heads, but his mainstream break was still some years ahead of him, a fact that would become rather bothersome for the director:
“What I wanted to do was to go to a place where it was a completely normal, understood thing to want to make this [kind of] movie, where it was just business as usual and the only questions were: How much? Who would direct? Who would produce? And the existence of the project was not an issue.”
Cronenberg would continue his protracted ascent throughout the 1980s. His first effort to possess genuine star appeal was 1983’s Videodrome, starring James Woods and soon-to-be global icon Debbie Harry. Rather than toning down his style, the filmmaker would use Videodrome to push the boundaries even further, producing an anti-mainstream slice of body horror which played out as a commentary on the home video censorship scandal, as well as offering various other speculations that would see flesh and hardware meld into one.
Videodrome would represent the director’s first financial flop, but that didn’t stop Hollywood from taking notice. After turning down an adaptation of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, he would finally take the commercial bait. As De Palma had done almost a decade earlier, Cronenberg would end the year of 1983 by taking on another Stephen King adaptation The Dead Zone. Starring the critically acclaimed Christopher Walken, the King seal of quality would result in a return to financial form, although creatively the movie would once again fail to connect with the movie-going public, a fact that was no doubt influenced by the director’s divisive vision. Regarding the project, Cronenberg would tell Global TV Toronto:
“With The Dead Zone it was a bit of a trauma because I didn’t write that screenplay, although once again I was involved in it. There were five screenplays that existed at the time and when I came to the project I read them all and wouldn’t have directed any of them; I threw them out, even though technically every one of them could have been called The Dead Zone.”
In spite of Cronenberg’s largely unappealing vision, producers would not give up on him as they knew there was money to be made, but that didn’t mean they necessarily understood him. Before his long-awaited critical breakthrough the filmmaker was approached to direct a plethora of dubious projects that were completely at odds with his vision. During the next few years he would turn down future popcorn hits Witness, Top Gun and even Flashdance—the latter a romantic drama shot in the newly popular MTV style—before landing the hotseat for Phillip K. Dick adaptation and blockbuster Arnie vehicle Total Recall, a movie that had been doing the rounds since the mid-1980s.
Cronenberg would spend an entire year on the project before walking away due to creative differences, and although eventual director Paul Verhoeven would offer us an altogether different vision stylistically, it had been Cronenberg who had expanded on Dick’s original, more intimate text We Can Remember it for You Wholesale, helping to build the world and characters that would appear in the eventual theatrical release. Total Recall was the first real missed opportunity for the filmmaker, but it was one that proved there was a place for him yet in the problematic realms of Hollywood. Speaking of his time attached to the project, the director would lament:
“I worked on it for a year and did about 12 drafts. Eventually we got to a point where [writer] Ron Shusett said, ‘You know what you’ve done? You’ve done the Philip K. Dick version.’ I said, ‘Isn’t that what we’re supposed to be doing?’ He said, ‘No, no, we want to do Raiders of the Lost Ark Go to Mars.'”
That brings us to 1979’s The Brood, a movie that is often overlooked in Cronenberg’s long and varied cannon, but one that saw him begin to develop skills as a serious technical director with a movie that almost acts as a quasi-slasher. It is also the first of his movies to feature recognised acting talent with the casting of Oliver Reed, although by that juncture a years-long battle with alcoholism had left him on the commercial fringes. Developing on earlier visceral efforts Shivers and Rabid, the movie would place a stronger emphasis on the intellectualism he had already shown glimpses of, resulting in a movie that proved even more provocative as an exploration of the potential capacities of the human body. It would also offer a more accomplished vision, featuring more of the visual hallmarks audiences would come to associate him with.
In fact, there’s a Cronenberg character in Total Recall that bears an uncanny resemblance to The Brood‘s omnipotent quasi-matriarch, Nola Carveth (Samantha Eggar). In Total Recall, Kuato (or Quato as he was referred to in Cronenberg’s screenplay) is another telepathic creature of an embryonic nature, and though Verhoeven’s Kuato would prove quite different aesthetically, Cronenberg’s original concept art (featured above) would capture the essence of the Carveth character, draped in the same dark cloak with an almost motherly disposition, with a hint of something tiny and monstrous.
The Brood‘s most affecting moments come in the form of the brood itself, a batch of psychologically motivated quasi-children who fulfil their creators taboo desires. A year earlier, John Carpenter’s Halloween caught fire due to a public who were horrified at the thought a of suburban boogieman, a fact that saw some of them fleeing theatres in their screaming droves, but the pint-sized balls of vicarious fury which constitute The Brood’s slasher elements are even more startling. Their increasingly savage attacks with a plethora of blunt objects leave nothing to the imagination, resulting in a series of gruelling set-pieces that leave something of a bad taste in the mouth. The fact that its components look like children at first glance only adds to that sense of disquiet.
The movie comes at the end of a decade of physical liberation, and on some level Cronenberg’s films seem to explore the potential consequences, although this particular movie is more of an autobiographical endeavour, its central narrative reflecting the director’s personal woes as he battled his first wife for custody of his daughter, a joylessness that is apparent throughout. This time we are exposed to abusive relationships and psychological damage, something Dr. Hal Raglan (Oliver Reed) claims to have the emotional cure for thanks to an unconventional process known as pyschoplasmics.
Although potentially ground-breaking, the treatment is shrouded in mystery due to the doctor’s insistence that his patients be isolated from the outside world. Some of those effected by the doctor’s peculiar methods are the family of Nola Carveth (Samantah Eggar), a deeply wounded mother going through a self-imposed separation who is unaware when her parents are brutally murdered in separate, yet seemingly related incidents. Eggar is the star of the show as the increasingly psychotic Nola, a woman whose pent-up fury seems to coincide with the community’s sudden spate of murders, and which continues to manifest in increasingly bizarre ways.
Inspector: My guess is some crazy woman didn’t want anyone to know she had a deformed child. She’s had this kid locked up in an attic for years, and never told anybody. Wouldn’t be the first time!
Unsurprisingly, The Brood would receive mixed reviews upon its realise, developing a cult following in later years. This can no doubt be attributed to the movie’s unique themes, but also to the kind of graphic imagery that would have alienated audiences in 1979, and the damning matriarchal element at a time when the nuclear family was beginning to show signs of strain. The movie’s shock reveal, one which features Nola Carveth pulling a new-born from an exterior womb mutation, was further embellished by Eggar’s decision to lick the foetus like an animal, which goes some way to highlighting her wonderful contribution, although those scenes were understandably banished to the cutting floor by censors at the time of the film’s release. ‘I just thought that when cats have their kittens or dogs have puppies, they lick them as soon as they’re born,’ said Eggar. ‘Lick, lick, lick, lick…’
Not one to be overshadowed, Oliver Reed is as engrossing as ever in the role of the darkly impassioned Dr. Raglan, a man who treads a precarious line between care and abandon, torn between ethical discourse and an urge to see his work pushed beyond all limits of decency. His stand-off with Nola’s temporarily dormant brood as her husband Frank (Art Hindle) attempts to calm her moody manifestations is a masterclass of nerve-shredding horror, resulting in a brutal climax that hammers Cronenberg’s real-life frustrations home.
Film critic Leonard Maltin was clearly offended by such scenes, writing, ‘Eggar eats her own afterbirth while midget clones beat grandparents and lovely young schoolteachers to death with mallets. It’s a big, wide, wonderful world we live in!’ Roger Ebert was similarly disgusted, calling the movie ‘disgusting in ways that are not entertaining,’ while asking ‘Are there really people who want to see reprehensible trash like this?’ The answer was yes, as the movie once again proved a financial success on a relatively miniscule budget. Cronenberg was not about to lay down for anyone.
The Brood may not be for everyone, but sometimes a filmmaker comes along with ideas that are offensive to a generation who are snug in their comfort zone, who unsettle in such an innovative way as to inspire anger and disgust. Sometimes those emotions are warranted, but this is far from the bleak and remorseless endeavour that some critics would have you believe. It is bleak, and it is remorseless, but it is also a deeply fascinating experience, and as an exercise in terror as unique and effective as horror fans could hope for.
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