Cronenberg’s take on a zombie-esque breakdown of society features a disgusting parasite equal parts aphrodisiac & venereal disease that causes uncontrollable sexual desire in its host. Shivers lays down plenty of groundwork for things to come from Mr. Cronenberg, namely fleshy body horror and psychosexual warped science amidst dystopia. It’s all here, pulsating beneath the stretched skin of the low budget sleaze wonder that is Shivers.
Shivers and Rabid were two Cronenberg films I saw well after the majority of his famed filmography, both within the last five years, and lemme tell you... masked killers or rampaging backwoods murderers don’t scare me per say, but a disgusting parasite feeding on sexual desire whilst lumping and pumping around the belly flesh or throat amidst the backdrop of a toxic masculinity filled apartment complex absolutely terrifies me.
Nobody makes me despise the gross human body or toxic weirdness quite like David Cronenberg. Orgy of the blood parasites, indeed.