177. The Fly (US 1986)
Scientist turns into fly after botched teleportation experiment.
d. David Cronenberg
starring: Jeff Goldblum, Geena Davis
Bit part: David Cronenberg (as a gynaecologist)
Moderately interesting fact: Jeff Goldblum plays a non-speaking rapist in Michael Winner's horrible 'Death Wish' (which is nowhere near as 'shower in a Domestos/Optrex cocktail when it's finished to remove the veneer of shite from your eyes' Death Wish 2)
Interesting lie: Cronenberg's wife is called Stella.
Another meditation on the nature of decay as a metaphor for ageing and death from morbid Canadian perv Cronenberg. A distinct improvement on the weedy 1958 version (which is still fondly remembered for David/Al Hedison's "Help me!" appeal to the gods), The Fly is occasionally disgusting, and ploughs the same sad, lonely furrow seen in the director's Dead Ringers and The Dead Zone.
Goldblum plays scientist Seth Brundle, a man with seven identical sets of clothes (to prevent wasting time making sartorial choices in the morning) whose teleportation experiments go awry when a fly...well, you know all that, don't you? The wonderful Geena Davis plays well worth a poke investigative journalist Veronica Quaife (obviously) whose devotion to Brundle leads her to give birth to maggot child Eric Stoltz in the less than admirable Fly 2.
In fact Stoltzy (admittedly a splendid actor) appeared as Rocky Dennis in Peter Bogdanovich's less than admirable/fucking dreadful 'Mask'. I really hate knobheads who make any sort of noise in the 'pictures', but I distinctly remember being asked to leave the cinema for shouting unsavoury comments at the screen whilst very drunk during an ill advised 'date' way back in the eighties.
An ill-advised date in the eighties
I digress. Brundle becomes infected and starts to do 'fly things' such as spouting horrid, super tough fly hairs, eating loads of sugar and buzzing round dog turds. Eventually, his fly genetics lead to megalomania and in a last gasp effort, 'Brundlefly' (as labelled by his own computer) melds with his teleportation machine and dies.
Despite the silly premise, The Fly is outstanding in almost every respect. First class acting, a literate script, and a sombre, melancholic score from Howard Shore are only surpassed by Cronenberg's intelligent and inspired directing.