An hour and 47 minutes of stilted, convoluted, overly-expository dialogue that goes virtually nowhere. The film, while trying to be topical body horror, ends up a very drab procedural with seemingly very little to say about it's chosen subjects of modern art, the human condition, and evolution. Not to mention that the film feels at least 30 minutes longer than it actually is, but the ending still somehow left me saying, "Really? That's it?"
Poetically, the film feels like a botched autopsy of Cronenberg's body of work.
