Possessor: Uncut

Cronenberg by name, Cronenberg by nature.

Bodily betrayals marry tech conspiracy theories in this unnerving second feature from Brandon Cronenberg.

It's pure cinematic dysmorphia: to watch this movie carefully is to feel completely out of place, right alongside the people onscreen.

Possessor's genuinely horrific, stroboscopic imagery suggests a filmmaker wrestling with a family legacy but also coming into his own.

That red butterfly captures the little bit of herself that Vos loses with every job as she becomes something else, and Possessor: Uncut makes you wonder: What the hell is she turning into?

Cronenberg isn't just looking to provoke with blood and guts -- like all good dystopian fiction, Possessor offers disturbing and timely observations about the world we already live in.

The psychological terror evoked masterfully by Cronenberg, the cast, and the crew is unmatched. People call this a mindfuck as shorthand and indeed it is. Style, craft, technical prowess and sheer defiant will to create are on display here.

Possessor Uncut has its moments, but there's still a disconnect between body and mind.

The apple may not fall far from the tree, but Possessor finds Brandon Cronenberg fully in control and building his own independent legacy. I can't wait to see what he does next.

The second feature from writer/director Brandon Cronenberg looks at identity and purpose with colour, blood, terrific actors and more than enough tension.