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Plot: Syd March is an employee at a clinic that sells injections of live viruses harvested from sick celebrities to obsessed fans. Biological communion - for a price. Syd also supplies illegal samples of these viruses to piracy groups, smuggling them from the clinic in his own body. When he becomes infected with the disease that kills super sensation Hannah Geist, Syd becomes a target for collectors and rabid fans. He must unravel the mystery surrounding her death before he suffers the same fate. Runtime: 108 mins Release Date: 29 Nov 2012
Antiviral is the prescription, your brains are the disease. (by kalebedward)
Brandon Cronenberg's first feature film, Antiviral, is a stunner. Set in the very near future where celebrity obsession has become paralyzing infection of the populace, a salesman in a virus clinic sees beyond the cloud of asphyxiating distraction and, by virtue of his own addictions and through chance of fate, is drawn into a complex mystery, that only he can solve.That being said, we'll never get to meet Hannah Geist. Because Hannah Geist died. But we could meet our Hannah. I have a friend who once said he never wanted to meet his heroes because it would humanize them in his mind. <more>
That's dead on. Once met in person, these glamorous people become humanized and small. This is key in keeping in perspective the danger celebrity obsession can become.In Antiviral, all news channels seem to be E! television, an invasive look into the lives of celebrities. It is never explained why these people are famous, but it is surely to allow them to act as proxies of any audience favorites. The lengths these people go to, be closer to these celebrities includes injecting themselves with viruses in an act of biological communion. And the man gets paid off of all of that. Syd works in one of these virus clinics and sells the sauce to fans, giving them whatever sickness they desire, from whichever superstar they can afford. But Syd is clever and makes money on the side selling stuff from the factory to a steak dealer. Furthermore Syd is not immune to the societal plague, and he constantly injects himself with a variety of sicknesses.The film works as a drug abuse parable, a cautionary tale about mass obsession, a mystery, and a philosophical gauntlet. Every audience member will come down on the film a little differently and Antiviral acts as carefully calibrated barometer, reflecting shallow obsessions back on the viewer. Whether you read trashy supermarket magazines or work as a paparazzi most people in our media saturated culture will recognize this future as fairly prescient. Beyond those casual fans, the film comments on that old Cronenbergian horse, the flesh. What newer transformation of the flesh than to have yourself injected with a virus. Antiviral, equates these obsessions with addiction, and as each plot point turns, these themes are blended and blurred for Syd. Even when you think you have every turn and motivation figured out, Cronenberg keeps you guessing until the very end.The design and sound of this film are engrossing. His use of white as negative space, contrasted with only giant photos of the famous, create an angelic atmosphere, as if in the clinic one could buy heaven with enough money. As the film progresses, we shift to blues and blacks, only to find ourselves in the white of the clinic again by the end. These color shifts are smooth and compliment the story, as Syd's morality shifts again and again. The score is droney and dark, in the best possible way. It looms seamlessly over uncomfortable imagery a slithering force neither condemning nor praising the actions on screen but providing intensity to the text. I enjoyed this film immensely and hope to see a new trend of body-horror oriented filmmakers come out of this amazingly entertaining whirlpool of a film. I cannot wait to see the next film from Brandon Cronenberg.
Now, here's a controversial opinion of Antiviral: it's the best movie I've ever seen. Yes, I can understand why a lot of people don't like it, but it's my favorite film and I can't imagine how I could've ever missed out on it. First of all, I'd like to give my opinion on the idea - the whole premise of celebrity obsession getting to such an unhealthy level that we pay to disease ourselves with viruses from their bodies. Many people find this unbelievable, but I think it depends on how cynical you are; I'm quite a skeptic person when it comes to media and <more>
society, so I don't see it as too far-fetched. Also, I think the medical cleanness of everything really helps bring a very effective, skin-crawling vibe to the whole movie, which wouldn't be so prominent if the theme wasn't as 'ridiculous.' One of the main pros of the movie for me is the lead performance. This is the movie that first got me infatuated with Caleb Landry Jones which is ironic, considering the theme of this film , and the way he portrays Syd March is so perfect, it still shocks me to this day. He is simultaneously utterly detached and painfully involved with everything going on around him, making the viewer feel like they don't know how they should react to him as a character. I personally like the divide this brings, especially because I'm the type of person who likes to debate and discuss movies and such 'til the cows come home. Caleb is very much a modern method actor, and you can really tell that nothing is truly faked here. From what I've seen of him, he's quite an...interesting person, and I think his darker side came out beautifully in Antiviral. The plot was somehow gripping and intense, despite it moving at such a 'slow pace,' a common complaint of reviewers who didn't like the movie so much. I think it's a good thing, to be honest, to have a film that doesn't have to move at a very fast pace and involve loads of action and violence and excitement to be interesting. I was very much captivated throughout the whole thing - and it's quite a long one, at nearly two hours - and I still am whenever I re-watch it. While I can sympathize with those who don't find it as thrilling as the hardcore fandom, which is much smaller than it should be, I think people need to consider that it isn't technically a 'horror movie' but more of a creepy commentary on modern society and our views on fame. As a last note, I'd like to point out how sexual the entire movie it. Not everyone will be so oddly attracted to the aesthetics, but as someone with a bit of tendencies towards blood and needle fetishism, I found it rather erotic at times. A particular scene to note for this is the very last one, wherein Syd March drinks the blood of Hannah Geist's afterlife system. I think Caleb's alien attractiveness makes the whole thing seem a bit sexy, which possibly makes it more disturbing to watch, because you're so aware that you are enjoying it while all these horrifying things are happening. In fact, the whole clinical, white, clean, sharp, and empty atmosphere of the movie make you very aware of what's happening on screen and in your mind while you're watching, which is something you don't experience very often. Overall, I think this is a stunning film that while it might not appeal to a very wide audience, those who do enjoy it will definitely be hypnotized by it's lingering, intimidating beauty. I look forward to seeing more of Brandon's work; I'd like to compare how he develops as a director to the changed style that the elder Cronenberg made.
10/10When people are afraid of themselves, and feel insufficient and un-whole, worshiping provides solace and meaning. But there is no preaching a better world in sight in "Antiviral". Here we have a society so close to the reality of United States of A that only a tiny shift in the use of cloning and a solid retreat of celebs into impenetrable ivory tower industries - with all media peddling simply nothing but presence, forget talent, presence is perfection - just a tiny shift could make it viable: Lets say... the total loss of faith in politicians and clerics and the road is all <more>
paved to real deification of humans. Tiny shift. Something familiar, yet unapproachable to believe in...Brandon Cronenberg, David Croneberg's son, has taken his father's fixations on the limits of the body and humans inhabiting them to a higher level. Antiviral is a very slick film, in the best meaning of the word, worth every point on the 10-scale. The setting, the casting, the apparent loose ends, the makeup, the music, oh, the MUSIC, which is not music, but sounds vibrating and humming and clicking and whispering, to make a sinister cathedral of the body and succeeding, the future tech, the acting, the whole performance of the idea is simply credible! Antiviral is an absolutely brilliant story of diverting sight from god to find divinity in human made icons. Anyone famous cannot be wrong, even their diseases are attractive and communion can be found at corner shops, where pieces of human muscle tissue grown in vats from cell samples can be purchased and eaten as beef. And fully licensed clinics, where diseases rendered uncommunicative for a high price can be entered into the blood stream of those wishing communion with their deities. Where some would call it a summons back to the fold, I see it as Christianity rightly being pushed to the corner to stand there gawking at this lewd display of body eroticism dripping of blood and bile and boils and festering wounds and sores suffered with by those seeking sanctuary in worship.To Brandon Cronenberg here is no difference between institutionalized religion and tattoos, car collecting, used underwear of famous women, Nazi memorabilia, obsolete technology and design etc. - anything that brings solace can be worshiped and communicated through presence doing . Malcolm McDowell delights in yet a sinister part, but to rival his best, as he for once is sinister only from ignorance and need; an educated doctor, who is caught up in the worship of celebrity, to matter-of-factly state that he neither understands the technique of copyright protecting viruses nor the ramifications of participating in the worship of celebrity, and nor does he try to; he just worships.Our lead, brilliantly played by Caleb Landry Jones, has the most clarity of everyone around him. It doesn't come easy to him: All during the story he is infecting himself with the diseases that his company is peddling - searching for something that eludes him, with such a single-mindedness that it makes him willing to go to any length. While infected with the worshiped icon's latest contracted disease, he comes to understand life's worthlessness, should he lose his house of worship, his body of worship. While everyone else are thinking small, mercantile thoughts, on the brink of dying he cooks up the most brilliant of ideas, which will allow him to come the closest to his deity that any living human can and will.
Creepy and horrorful in a way that is both fresh and engaging (by siderite)
Brandon, the son of David Cronenberg, brings to the screen a story that contains no alien monsters, no supernatural forces, no serial killers. Instead, the actor is ourselves, the people, while he subtly manipulates the scene to expose the "viral" sickness of the world. Beautifully done, a little slow paced, but worth it.The main character is a guy Banshee from X-Men, now even creepier - he made a great role who works as a technician in a company that buys and sells celebrity diseases. Say Beyonce has a rash, she sells it to these people who then sell it back to you, so you can <more>
have the same rash as she had. It gets even more complicated, with people trying to steal this biological material, while some are trying to copy-protect it and/or patent/copyright stuff. There is a black market for steaks cloned from the genetic material of your favourite celebrity.The idea is great and they could have stopped here, with a boring movie about an interesting idea, but they did not. The movie is beautifully done, visually stunning, with an eerie soundtrack, good acting and a good script. Who does that anymore?Bottom line: the world is insane and going more so. The film exposes it in a fresh and intelligent way. It is a great film that fringes on horror by showing people real horror, not something made up , but is basically a very good sci-fi movie. I recommend it to all.
**SPOILERS** I saw that interview with Sarah Michelle Gellar and agree it was gross when the crowd cheered about catching her cold. As a fan of those late-night talk shows where the crowd cheers like mad for pretty much anything, it kind of blew me away to learn that Brandon Cronenberg got the idea for this film from a comment she made while promoting a film on Letterman ten years ago.But, on to the review. It's probably unfair to compare this film to anything by David Cronenberg, but the similarities are definitely here. I'm a big fan of Cronenberg Sr. and the body-horror genre, but <more>
for some reason, "Antiviral" didn't quite live up to what I was hoping for in terms of plot. You'll want to see this movie for one reason: Caleb Landry Jones. His acting and the banana-bread sermon joke were the two redeeming factors in "The Last Exorcism" and here, Jones is at his best as virus-salesman Syd March. You know nothing about the character. He looks like he could be anywhere from 18 to 40. He's quiet, he's sad, and he's strangely aloof and beautiful. His apartment is bare, his fridge has only orange juice and wrapped egg-salad sandwiches, and his closet contains several sets of the same suit he's wearing in nearly every scene. At work, he's a smooth-talking, creepy outsider who always looks ill; yet he sells his wares with an almost violating sex appeal. He's meant to be the predator on the lookout for the most rabid fan willing to shell out cash, yet throughout the film you see Syd become the victim of a sinister series of events.Herein lies my disappointment with the movie: the plot and its missing pieces. The most popular celebrity is Hannah Geist. Like Syd, you know nothing about her. Is she an heiress, an actress, maybe a model? All that matters is everyone wants a part of her; she's perfect and her flaws are the stuff of urban legends. When Syd infects himself with Hannah's blood and she dies soon after, he's not only proved how devoted he is to his work, but he's also the fan who is apparently most-obsessed: he's going to share her fate. The story surrounding Hannah and what happens to her has some serious holes. Not only that, but Cronenberg stays true to his celebrity-obsessed vision and keeps the barrier in place between Syd and Hannah. This is a shame because throughout the film you actually see a sort of clinically-sterile love-story develop between Syd and Hannah and it's never realized. The on-screen chemistry between Jones and Gadon is palpable and it makes the film great. But nothing comes of it. It never reaches any satisfying end. It's tragic in the sense that Syd, although he's infected and has access to all of Hannah's illnesses, is no closer to "communion" with her then any other obsessed fan.I suppose I would have written the story differently and perhaps I didn't love this film because it didn't have the ending *I* wanted. I also felt that a few of the scenes that had amazing potential never came to fruition, mainly the scene where a kidnapped Syd is locked in a "cell" with giant photos of Hannah on the walls. It just never reaches that climatic high that it could have maybe I've been spoiled by the melting hands and exploding heads of the older Cronenberg . Regardless, the cinematography is beautiful. You'll get the chills from the dried blood on the white sheets, from the pallid glow of Jones' skin as it's stained with red rash, and from the clash of Gadon's straw-yellow hair and crimson lips. It's genius. I am definitely looking forward to what Brandon Cronenberg comes up with in the future!
One of my favourite films of all time. (by gothiclemonade)
Antiviral is one of the best movies I've seen my entire life, and this is why... For a first movie from a first-time director, this is pulled off very impressively. Brandon Cronenberg may have had good influence from his infamous father, but it's obvious he has a natural flair for this line of work. The script, plot, casting, camera work... everything is brilliant! It's got a very unique and unsettling feel to it, too, which is something I love as a horror fan. Don't be fooled, though - this is not your average horror flick! Caleb Landry Jones is an amazing actor, and his <more>
talent is portrayed perfectly in this movie. The cold, detached personality of Syd March is something that he really latches on to, and I knew even before watching and reading interviews about the film that he'd gotten himself fully sucked into this character while filming. Of course, his thin frame, absurdly pale skin, red hair and sickly-looking freckles all play a part in how well he suits this role, but I believe he would've done it just as well without looking the way he does. The premise itself is something that, while it may seem ridiculous to some people, I find completely believable. The bizarre levels of celebrity obsession that are explored in Antiviral don't seem that far off from the world we live in today, especially in America. While I can understand that some people would brush off the idea as 'too weird' - after all, what sane person would inject a disease into their own body just to feel close to someone? - I think the entire point of it is that they AREN'T sane any more. There's so much more I could go on about, but I really have to end the review here, or I'll end up writing an entire ten-page essay about how much I adore this movie. From the empty, clean, disturbingly quiet scenes of the Lucas Clinic to the dirty and panicked moments of mental instability and bloodiness that Syd experiences, this is so close to perfect it's untrue. If you don't mind disturbing content, a slow-moving plot and a LOT of needles and cannibalism, this movie is definitely for you.
How far would you go to own a piece of your celebrity crush? (by larry-411)
Brandon Cronenberg's auspicious debut feature is a visually stunning, compelling science fiction story that asks the question, "How far would you go to own a piece of your celebrity crush?" Directing from his own script, the young Canadian takes a decidedly cynical view of the cult of personality in this sci-fi paradigm shift -- "Antiviral" isn't necessarily showing us what will be in the future but what could be now as it appears to be set more in the present day.The film opens in a pristine medical facility where a desperate young man, Edward Porris Douglas <more>
Smith in a too-brief but important establishing role , is about to be injected with a live virus taken from his favorite superstar. Being bedridden with the same illness infecting the woman of his desire is the ultimate autograph. The shot is administered by Syd March Caleb Landry Jones , a strictly professional, unemotional clinician who knows not to take his job home with him. Of course, everything is not as it seems and March becomes embroiled in a mystery that pulls in the viewer like a syringe drawing blood.The cast is focused on a small handful of characters. 22-year-old Caleb Landry Jones Sean Cassidy/Banshee of "X-Men: First Class" is in virtually every shot, undergoing a total physical and emotional transformation that's almost painful to watch, reminiscent of the award-winning performance turned in by Tom Hanks in "Philadelphia." His masterful characterization of Syd's downward spiral is breathtaking and central to the picture's potency. The iconic Malcolm McDowell is satisfyingly engaging as Dr. Abendroth, in a role that stands proudly with anything he's done. As Hannah Geist, the gorgeous object of men's desires, Sarah Gadon is a heartbreaker. Naive diva one minute, vulnerable victim the next, Gadon provides much of the heart and soul of "Antiviral" in a film otherwise devoid of color, literally. Joe Pingue and Nicholas Campbell are notable in support."Antiviral's" narrative is curiously fascinating, to be sure, but this is a film to examine more on the surface the way an old-fashioned family doctor can tell what ails you by looking at your skin. The highly stylized production is best appreciated by those enriched by a leisurely walk through an art museum. Every frame is like a painting, with lush cinematography and score that can only be effective when director, DP, composer, editor, and the entire visual team work in lockstep, resulting in a brilliant vision executed with highly disciplined precision.Much of March's day is set in the clinic and his home, which mirrors his workplace in its cold sterility. The color palette is nothing but black and white. Lighting is oversaturated with characters bathed in bright white, giving the outward appearance of good health that belies the reality of what literally lurks beneath the skin. The outside world is like a parallel universe, where dirt and grime cover a worn out, used landscape as if diseased itself.Cinematographer Karim Hussain "Hobo with a Shotgun," one of my 2011 Sundance Film Festival Top 4 goes against the hand-held trend with stationary camera throughout much of the movie. These tripod shots often feature perfectly centered props and sets following the rule of 3s -- left, center, and right objects perfectly balanced with the action in the middle of the field of view. Many frame-within-a-frame shots continue this classic visual style as the viewer peers through doors and windows, with straight lines and rectangular shapes filling the screen. It's a refreshing break with tradition although, ironically, it's a look established long ago in sci-fi classics like Fritz Lang's "Metropolis." Much is owed to editor Matthew Hannam for the patient pace of the picture. E.C. Woodley's haunting electronica score is filled with biologically-inspired rhythms that reflect the throbbing hearts and mechanical drone of a scientific setting.Viewers are cautioned not to underestimate the profound importance of the camera-work and visual effects. The look of "Antiviral" is as much, or more, responsible for the film's impact than the script, a notion which may be lost on those simply trying to figure out the plot and following the dialogue. This is a feast for the eyes and ears, not just the mind.Brandon Cronenberg proves himself a welcome and worthy addition to the cinematic stage with "Antiviral," a delicious visual showcase and emotionally satisfying, albeit scathing look at one of the perils of modern society.
A strong, very subtle first film from Brandon Cronenberg (by felixtaylor29)
Long live the new flesh! The new flesh here being David Cronenberg's son Brandon, who seems to have inherited his father's body-horror fixation and has used it to direct his feature-length debut Antiviral, an unnerving yet very entertaining piece of science fiction.Antiviral offers a disturbing new meaning to our culture of celebrity obsession. Televisions everywhere show round-the-clock footage of their lives and newspapers are full of the tiniest stories and scandals. But that's just the beginning. Syd Marsh Caleb Landry Jones works for a company that specialises in injecting <more>
members of the public with diseases that have been taken from specific celebrities; you could be walking around with Madonna's chest cold if you wanted to. Part of Syd's job is to 'copyright' these infections: to remove all possibilities of contagion so that once they're injected they cannot be passed on. His desire to make a bit of extra money on the side however, coupled with his own addictions, leads him to be injected with a disease so incurable, it becomes a matter of life and death.More a criticism of celebrity culture than an accurate vision of the future, there are moments in this film that are frankly alarming, even when compared to our present day society of Big Brother, X-Factor and Heat magazine, a world in which attaining celebrity status is the only worthwhile ambition. In Antiviral, for instance, there are companies that have developed 'cell stakes', slabs of grey meat grown from the muscle cells of the rich and famous that people actually queue up to buy and subsequently eat for lunch, their excuse being that it makes them feel closer to those they admire. It's moments like these that make it a hard concept to imagine, yet it's a credit to Cronenberg's direction, his cold, very clinical approach to every scene, that makes it somehow believable. What makes Antiviral worth watching though, is Caleb Landry Jones, whose on-screen presence is beyond sinister. You might recognise him from X Men: First Class, The Last Exorcism and a couple of Breaking Bad episodes, but Antiviral is very much his breakthrough role; he won't be forgotten in a hurry. Very pale, very freckled and with a ponytail of ginger hair, he has this contemptuous expression on his face as if trying to keep from shouting at every client who comes into his office, yet each line of dialogue is considered and slow, sometimes menacing and other times devoid of any emotion at all, and he has such a mesmerising way of walking through doors that it becomes hard to take your eyes off him. Yet Jones' talent really comes into effect as the virus starts to take control of his body, developing a contorted, demonic stagger as he attempts to go about his life as though nothing is wrong. Now it wouldn't be right to compare the films of father and son. There are certainly elements that share similarities: the hospital settings of Dead Ringers, the exploration of media and addiction in Videodrome, but Antiviral needs to be viewed as a completely separate piece of cinema, one that is refreshingly unique in its approach to a topic dealt with many times before, portraying a not-so-distant future with a strange, yet very absorbing bleakness. It's a well-directed film with an extraordinary performance at its centre that serves as a perfect showcase for the brilliance of both Brandon Cronenberg and Caleb Landry Jones; let's hope their collaborations continue.http://monsters-and-ink.blogspot.co.uk/
Set in a future were societies love for celebrity has become all consuming quite literally in some cases . Antiviral follows the story of Syd March an employee at a clinic that sells celebrity viruses to the masses of fans desperate to feel closer to their idols.Brandon Cronenberg takes a stab at the body horror genre his father helped make famous. Full of brilliant ideas and striking imagery Antiviral is an impressive first feature length debut. From the Clean white surfaces of the clinics to the Dingy underground black market it feels like a living and breathing world. The characters who <more>
inhabit this world all feel believable each with their own hidden agenda. The visual effects are impressively gruesome, With one nightmarish dream sequence lingering on long after the movie ends.The one point where Antiviral falls short for me is pace, each time the story picks up steam it seems to falter. A little fat could have been trimmed, Instead of adding more and more ideas into the mix the movie could have done with honing the ones already there and using those to propel the story forward.I did enjoy the film and I very much look forward to the directors next work.