The Brood

Cronenberg’s most fully realised ‘70s film, a cathartic, deeply harrowing mind/body horror analogy for a messy divorce. Everything about it seethes with barely contained rage, from the screeching dissonance of Howard Shore’s score to Oliver Reed’s intense psycho-plasmic therapy sessions to the ghastly sights of deformed children smashing people’s heads in with mallets and crystal balls.

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