Billy Arundell’s review published on Letterboxd:
Brandon Cronenberg understands the meaning of show, don’t tell. His visualization of that parasite of another consciousness in your mind, and the tearing of the two at the seams is so visceral yet simple. It’s a brutal and uncompromising film, chock-full of gory violence and discomfort under the skin that it forces you to watch, just like it forces Vos to watch Tate as he retakes control.
I understand Cronenberg says this is an alternate 2008, but it’s so analog in its technology, and even the cars date pre-1985. I do enjoy a Toronto movie. I’ll need to watch this one again soon.