Fair enough. And I admit an opera version of The Fly sounds interesting. The few Cronenberg films I've seen have not whetted my appetite for more. His adaptation of Naked Lunch was just as feeble as the Bob Dylan biopic I'm Not There. That is, it is cinematic porn for Burroughs-philes and little else. And don't get me started on the Dylan travesty. The script culled some great talent, not limited to Kate Blanchett and Charlotte Gainsbourg, but the film is nothing more than a mish-mash of insider references to Dylan fans, a cut-up of interviews and anecdotes sloppily pasted together in the interests of trendy surrealism. I went into the theatre expecting something different from the usual rock-star biopic, but was handed more of the same, only this time on acid. Almost two years later, and I'm still disgruntled over the whole mess.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
The Legion d'honneur is going to David Cronenberg. Director of The Fly. From the article: "He once explained his status in France by saying that the French, unlike North Americans, do not look down on genre films and appreciate films that do not fit the Hollywood format."