This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Men will literally give birth to several Rory Kinnears in one of the most disgusting scenes ever put on a cinema screen than go to therapy.
I really liked this. It seems like it's telegraphing the meaning of its central METAPHOR! too LOUDLY! but then it veers into a literalness that's as surprising as it is gross, and it all makes sense. Loved the use of both original and cover of Lesley Duncan's "Love Song" very much.
Bring it on, Cronenberg, let's see how gnarly *your* movie is.