Watched: 10/25/2022
Format: HBOmax
Viewing: FIRST
Director: Kurt Neuman
A while back I figured out I had never seen The Fly (1958). Whatever I saw - which was in pieces on TV - was Return of the Fly from the following year. Both star Vincent Price. Look, I'm not always great at knowing what I did and did not do.
I was inclined to check the movie out anyway, but October 25th marked the 29th anniversary of the passing of Vincent Price, add in Halloween shenanigans and it seemed like the time to watch it.
Look, I loved this movie. Great cast, great story, and understood horror on a much deeper level than "oooo! a scary monster!". Like, there's body horror, psychological horror, existential horror... you can see why Cronenberg was like "I have an idea of how to re-do this".
If you've lived in the world, you know "Heeeeeelllp meeeeeee!" And I'd seen the clip on YouTube.
All this to say, this movie is as dark as anything I've seen from this era, and I've seen piles of post-1955 noir. You don't get much more f'd up than a man-fly or fly-man. Or a woman having to flatten her own husband to paste.
The film stars Price in a POV role as the brother to the scientist who becomes The Fly, who is played by Felix Leiter himself, David Hedison. Patricia Owens didn't have a huge career, but she's amazing as the wife who had to learn to work an industrial press in a pinch. Herbert Marshall as the Inspector, and a surprise appearance by Kathleen Freeman as a domestic who has no idea what is going on.
I knew Stuart was all in on this movie, so I'm glad he hyped it for me to finally get around to it. It's a couple levels better than what I was expecting, which was William Castle adjacent. But thought and ideas went into this, and not just schlocky fun.
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