Antiviral is an interesting idea for a social satire, but the plot, story, and acting are all weak, and the film owes way too much to David Cronenberg.
| Original Score: 5.5/10
While Brandon Cronenberg surely lives up to the family name, I can't prescribe Antiviral to anyone needing an exciting sci-fi fix.
| Original Score: 5/10
What Jones hasn't been given is a character to play. Syd is a cipher, neither sympathetic nor hateful, nor even interestingly human.
| Original Score: 2/4
Brandon's cunning plan to step out of his father's shadow is basically to plagiarise every movie he's ever made.
A one-joke movie--a good joke, yes, but Brandon Cronenberg's agenda clouds the clarity that's needed to fully deliver the punchline.
As a piss-take of society's shallow fascination with Kardashian-like nobodies, Antiviral is coolly effective, but there's little insight into the psychology that drives normal people to fixate on such 'celebrities'.
As pretentious as it is boring.
| Original Score: 1/5
"Antiviral" is interesting for the first ten or fifteen minutes before it digresses into a slough. Boredom is the death of any movie, and this one will bore you to tears.
| Original Score: D
Queasiness abound but there are no real jolts; the words "foreskin", "anus" and "vulva" are unlikely to disturb anyone under the age of 97.
| Original Score: 2/5
The younger Cronenberg has made a derivative exercise in body horror that plays as little more than low rent Cronenberg pastiche.
| Original Score: C+
'Antiviral' never wholly succeeds as either a surgical satire or a medical conspiracy thriller, and its tedious last third is like a diseased body dragging itself slowly to the grave.
If David Cronenberg's entire body of work didn't exist, Antiviral would be a revelation. As it stands...
If weirdness was all that mattered, Antiviral would be a must-see.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
Brandon Cronenberg's feature debut is a cybermedical sci-fi vampire thriller that battles constantly, and with only limited success, against its own ludicrous script.
A virtual panoply of high wooziness, replete with sweating, shakes, vomiting, rot-infected food and more needles piercing skin than rush hour at a free flu clinic.
Eventually the clammy spell of this handsomely designed but solemnly paced movie begins to wear off, and you long for a little action or at least some fresh air.
| Original Score: 2.5/5
Syd's would-be rebellion from this sick world is rendered toothless, largely because Cronenberg spends most of his film discussing how cool and complex the rules are, and how to break them.
| Original Score: 3/5
If Cronenberg's not yet a dead ringer for his iconic dad, he's taken an intriguing first step.
...a ridiculous and flat-out dumb premise that's employed to terminally underwhelming effect by Cronenberg...
| Original Score: 0/4
The whole movie feels like a case of the sweats, putting you in desperate need of the chicken soup of recognizable human behavior.