Cronenberg attempts a teleportation from cinema to fiction. Cover your eyes…

Following his beginnings as a science-fiction horror director, David Cronenberg has spent the past decades transforming himself into one of cinema’s most literary filmmakers. He has adapted for the screen — often brilliantly — novels by J.G. Ballard, William Burroughs and Don DeLillo. In each, he has paraded his obsession with lurid mutations in human form wrought by technology, disease and the imagination. In Crash (1996), he had
bodies melding with machinery. In Naked Lunch (1991), he had bodies melding with insects — plus insects melding with typewriters.

Most memorably, in his biggest commercial success, The Fly (1986), he had Jeff Goldblum melding with a housefly — after Goldblum’s scientist, attempting to teleport himself, failed to spot that winged hitchhiker had joined him for the ride in his teleportation device.

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Now aged 71, and with his latest film, Maps to the Stars, just out, Cronenberg has finally attempted his own perilous teleportation, from cinema to fiction. The Canadian has not survived the trip without some horrific mutations to his artistic vision — which is a shame, because re-watching any of his own films would have told him this was probably what was going to happen.

Consumed is a rambling narrative centred on Naomi and Nathan, a pair of hipsterish, frenetically web-surfing journalists who jet around the globe on the trail of two macabre news stories. Much as you might imagine Cronenberg’s own, their lives are largely spent lolling around in airports and hotels, communicating with one another through electronic devices: ‘It got to the point that they could sense traces of each other among the boxes of electric plug adapters and Micro SD flashcards.’ Most of the time, the technology’s not even as exciting as that: ‘Nathan decided to use his iPhone’s LTE personal hotspot to generate a private wireless signal.