Clearly the controversial director of such paranoid, psychosexual, creepy scare fests as "Dead Ringers," "Crash," and "eXistenZ" has gone for low-key introspection this time around, taking as his source Patrick McGrath's novel of the same name, but "Spider" is so low-key in its themes of familial dysfunction leading to mental illness that it's almost embarrassing.
Enter stage lefts as in Dead Ringers and Crash, Cronenberg's fascination with Freud's theory of sex and the death urge.
As eXistenZ was a companion piece to his earlier Videodrome, Spider feels like the natural extension of Dead Ringers with Fiennes' character a singular parallel to the twinned Jeremy Irons'.
The rigor that Cronenberg shows here is so focused that it makes the psychological shenanigans of his Dead Ringers look like they belong in an old Frankenstein film.
Mutation and madness may lie at the center of David Cronenberg's best films ("The Fly," "Videodrome," "Dead Ringers"), but the real terror is in losing control and getting lost in the murky netherworlds between perception and reality.
When he announced that his next picture would be called "Spider," fans thought they knew what to expect - a high-voltage sequel to his 1986 shocker "The Fly," perhaps, or a tale of demented entomologists à la the 1988 thriller "Dead Ringers."