by Tony Dayoub
Fragmentation.
Like the shoestring webs Dennis "Spider" Cleg (Ralph Fiennes) weaves in his room slice space into fragments, Cleg's mind is splintered, broken. Those who fail to see evidence of Cronenberg's "body horror" aesthetic in Spider are fixated on the gore and violence of his early career. One need only look at how Cleg's mind betrays him—a subtler but just as threatening betrayal to his identity as Seth Brundle's reluctant metamorphosis in The Fly (1986)—to see that the physical has now become metaphysical. Spider is a turning point where the maturation of this director fuses many elements from his oeuvre, internalizes them, and launches his body of work in a new direction.
Showing posts with label Lynn Redgrave. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lynn Redgrave. Show all posts
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Lena Horne and Lynn Redgrave
by Tony Dayoub
I'm not as well-versed in the lives and work of these two esteemed actresses as I'd like to be. But each has made an impression on me throughout their careers. So rather than ignore their passing (as I almost did with Ms. Redgrave), I offer you links to others' appraisals of them.
I'm not as well-versed in the lives and work of these two esteemed actresses as I'd like to be. But each has made an impression on me throughout their careers. So rather than ignore their passing (as I almost did with Ms. Redgrave), I offer you links to others' appraisals of them.
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