The Brood

Except for the finale, it's only a horror film at times (though it's in those moments that its intensity is massive). As I gradually become more familiar with Cronenberg's films, I am slowly beginning to see the "spiritual" in them, and I honestly prefer it to his favorite explicit nastiness, which perhaps some people find daring, untethered, original, and unconventional, but they are the reason I don’t enjoy Cronenberg that much). What I especially appreciate about The Brood is the thorough and impressive expertise (to write just "analysis" would be insufficient) of the originally pure mother who is separated from her child and must live in forced isolation and estrangement from her family. Remarkable, non-mainstream, distinctive, impressive. (2011-01-03)

I was expecting monster horror and I got something completely different, but I haven't seen a horror movie with mutated goblins yet, so why not. David Cronenberg once again does a great job with the atmosphere especially in the final third, but this time he didn't satisfy me enough in the first half to make me cheer with excitement like I did in the second half, so I can't in good conscience give it 4*. Definitely Croneneberg's best horror film after The Fly and Shivers. (2014-01-08)

A depressing psychological aspect, a chilling mystery, bloody murders, a repulsive physiological deformation of the human body, a shock-therapy controversy. All wrapped up in the delicately intimate, gloomy package of Cronenberg’s genius. The Brood is his most intense horror movie. (2005-08-28)

The scene where a woman gives birth to another child is so grotesque that it will stick in your memory permanently. The same applies when the young creatures attack little Candice. I wouldn't want to be in that young actress's shoes. The film might turn some peoples’ stomachs, but its power lies not in visual disgust but in the abhorrence of the human psyche and what people are willing to do to achieve their goals, no matter what they may be. (2013-11-22)

This time Cronenberg fully subordinated his classical trademarks (gynecology, psychiatry, body deformation) to the effect of self-efficacy. As a means of doing so, he chose little men in winter overalls with hammers in their hands and lots of long-winded chatter. The suspense is solid only up to the first two visits of the hissing kids, then after the finale (typical gradation) there is once again plenty of verbal filler, which is not even helped out by an incorrect scene of a school class standing around a teacher lying in a pool of blood. But I’ll give it 3 ½ stars for the drops of icy sweat on my back. (2007-07-14)