Is Mr Body Horror just too lazy to craft a film with decent dialogue and photography or is he making a pointed attack on the proliferation of computer games? The realisation that satire may be afoot dawns fairly early on after Christopher Eccleston's atrocious American accent as a games marketer in the first shot, and gains strength as Jude Law is presented, even more wooden than feasible, while Jennifer Jason Leigh's indecent relationship with her console sets us straight as to what Cronenberg is on about. Yet, in order to be able to make pertinent observations on the glitches and stock plot formulae recurring in role-playing games like Grand Theft Auto, the director must be spending a fair deal of time immersed in unreality himself. The overall effect is of a pornographer preaching against porn: we're asked to condemn the banality, vicariousness and induced isolation from reality of computer games and yet partake in a film experience dependent on all these elements.
Is it a game or is it real? And, if so, did anyone tell Jude Law?
4/10
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