While many more contemporary films have played with the idea of using human bodies like puppets to commit criminal acts (like the underrated The Hidden from 1987 or, for a silly approximation of these themes, the insipid Stephanie Meyer title The Host , which Andrew Niccol unwisely tackled in 2013), Cronenberg creates a thing of wicked beauty with his sophomore effort, a troubling exercise which glistens with the sweat and blood of ideas strained through flesh.