When is a body horror not a body horror? Maybe when the female protagonist (technically three protagonists, stitched together by a guy with a circular saw and a staple gun) is reanimated and promptly dons a practical lab coat.
Despite this being a film about body image – or maybe because of that – the camera (held by a male director) does not linger on bodies, preferring to explore minds.
It's also a hoot (at one point literally), not nearly as gory as you might imagine, and very well crafted.
I'm away to load some "rampage" music onto my iPod...
Despite this being a film about body image – or maybe because of that – the camera (held by a male director) does not linger on bodies, preferring to explore minds.
It's also a hoot (at one point literally), not nearly as gory as you might imagine, and very well crafted.
I'm away to load some "rampage" music onto my iPod...