September 21, 2009
“I find this disgusting . . .
. . . but I can’t help myself.”
[Various sundries from David Cronenberg's eXistenZ. 1999]
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. . . but I can’t help myself.”
[Various sundries from David Cronenberg's eXistenZ. 1999]
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Oh I thought that movie was awful, but I’m biased. Jude Law makes me want to shove carrots in my eyes.
Kelsey! Where did you get the notion of shoving carrots in your eyes? From a David Cronenberg film?
I am the only person I know who likes eXistenZ.
Practically the only person I know who likes Cronenberg.
Well, Nina does like to whip her dinner around when she’s thrilled to be eating it. I probably got the idea from the number of times she’s squared me right in the jaw.
I watched eXistenZ so many, many years ago that I don’t remember what in particular set me off, though the feeling of NO is still strong.
I don’t especially like Jude Law either, but I kind of regard his presence in this film as I do that of Ryan O’Neal in Barry Lyndon.
I’m not much into naturalism, as you may have guessed.
Kelsey, was it the shuddersome aspects or the watered-down sci-fi-philosophical hooey?
The shuddersome is so critical to Cronenberg’s aesthetic — but I can understand its being too much to take.
As for the hooey, I’m not keen on Ideas in Art — but yoicks! eXistenz was levels above 1999′s The Matrix in that department.
Cronenberg is certainly visceral. What I like about his films is the way they hit me viscerally and intellectually.
I absolutely loved eXistenz, I did a chapter on it long ago for my dissertation. I haven’t seen that film in way too long – thanks for the reminder!
None of my friends liked it on first viewing though, and I’m trying to remember the argument I marshalled that turned a few of them around. But it’s escaping me for the moment. Maybe once I watch it again it’ll come back to me.
Ha! That makes two of us, Chris!
I first saw eXistenZ in an empty (and frosty) cinema in the southernmost reaches of Las Vegas on a scorching mid-summer afternoon. The young ticket-taker told me that he didn’t like it it and that The Matrix was, like, way better
I had to look up the plot to remind myself and alas, a movie review jogged my memory:
The intersection of the sexual, the mechanical and the monstrous has always obsessed Cronenberg, and these ports — artificial sphincters on the lower spine that nobody seems to be able to keep a moistened finger out of — fall somewhere between the erotic and the awful.
I was 15 when I saw this movie, which means I was barely comfortable with my own body let alone the fanciful elaborations of others. I should watch it again, now that I’m a flocker. Y’all have done nothin’ if not made me more comfortable talking about shit.