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‘The Fly II’ Remains Malformed & Misunderstood 35 Years Later

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The horror genre is one that frequently insists upon sequels and franchises, even when they’re woefully misguided endeavors. There are too many sequels that are set up to fail and seem financially driven and creatively bankrupt, whether it’s Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2, The Rage: Carrie 2, or American Psycho II: All American Girl. However, it’s always electric when one of these sequels does something special, different, and audiences are left with a Psycho II or The Exorcist III scenario on their hands. The Fly II is a horror sequel that was largely written off the moment that it was announced, sans David Cronenberg, even if its existence makes sense. The Fly II isn’t superior to its predecessor, but it does excel in many areas that are absent in the original. It brings something new to the table and marks a unique voice in body horror that still holds up 35 years after its overlooked original release.

The Fly II is the directorial debut of Chris Walas, the Academy Award-winning make-up and effects artist who’s not only responsible for the first Fly’s effects, but also some of cinema’s most memorable effects and creations like the face-melting from Raiders of the Lost Ark, Naked Lunch’s creatures, the Gremlins, and the special effect makeup in the Tales from the Crypt body-swapping classic, “The Switch,” with William Hickey and Arnold Schwarzenegger. He’s a natural choice to take over a Fly sequel in lieu of Cronenberg and getting the opportunity to really let loose, which makes The Fly II an ultimately fascinating sequel that doesn’t at all feel like a soulless cash-grab. It stands on its own merit as Walas works hard to prove himself in this field and he absolutely succeeds, despite any of the specific misgivings in this sequel.

The Fly II begins several months after the original with a harrowing maggot birth scene that echoes Veronica’s dream sequence from the original, albeit real this time. This is such a striking, bold way to begin the movie where Veronica is confined to a Bartok government facility and her Flybaby is thrust into a life where it’s destined to be co-opted and controlled, not loved. This sets The Fly II up for a unique first act with a young Martin Brundle as the sequel examines what Seth Brundle’s plight would have been like as a kid who’s been experimented on his entire life rather than a Goldblum-y scientific genius. The Fly II’s first act more closely resembles Beyond the Black Rainbow, Stranger Things, or something like The Brood, than it does The Fly. This becomes the film’s best and worst quality as it sets out to explore something new instead of just repeating the same beats as its predecessor.

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The Fly II’s first act really leans into the innocence, confusion, and tragedy of Martin’s situation. In one sequence, Martin’s only friend – a golden retriever – gets turned into a lab experiment. This scene alone carries tremendous pathos and is more emotional than anything in the original Fly. This also becomes the first opportunity for The Fly II to really show off its special effects and lean into horror, which makes the moment hit even harder. The deleted baboon sequence in the original is horrific, but The Fly II’s golden retriever experiment is infinitely more devastating and moving. Cronenberg’s Fly is hardly void of emotion, but it becomes The Fly II’s secret weapon. It’s smart for the sequel to lean so hard into it during the film’s first act before Martin matures and the movie more or less returns to the originals’ status quo.

Later on, the sequence where Martin sneaks food to his deformed pet and cries over its sheer pain of existing is heartbreaking and unlike anything from its predecessor. It’s only fitting that this tragic loss of innocence is immediately followed with Martin’s transition to adulthood. On that note, Martin spends the following 80 minutes as an adult (and played by Eric Stoltz), but it’s crucial to remember that he’s actually only five years old. Martin looks mature, but his mentality and understanding of the world is still just that of a child. It’s another important distinction between the sequel and the original. The Fly II doesn’t explore this angle as much as it could, but it still casts a darkness over everything that follows. In doing so, it’s almost like Walas puts The Fly and Big in two telepods and that The Fly II is the mutated synthesis of them both. 

The age-old question with sequels like The Fly II frequently boils down to: is it good, or is it just gross? Fortunately, The Fly II has far more going for it than simply some disgusting set pieces that rival those from its predecessor. That being said, there are some wonderfully uncomfortable effects showcases throughout this sequel. The movie’s most memorable moments involve a head that dissolves from Martin’s avid vomit, a skull that’s crushed by an elevator, and Martin’s cocoon (which is really something special that simultaneously looks like it’s out of The Blob and Alien). However, the hideous results of Martin’s dog and Bartok’s transformation post-telepod are also proper nightmare fuel. 

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The final version of “Martinfly” is also such a remarkable creation that’s void of any visible humanity and resembles Pumpkinhead and a Gremlin’s lovechild. Curiously, Walas on the film’s commentary talks about intentionally avoiding going too far in this department and just mimicking Cronenberg’s original. It does feel like there’s restraint here so that when these disturbing practical effects are turned to they stand out even more, but it’s by no means a pacified film, despite some of Walas’ claims. Further to this point, The Fly II eases its audience into this body horror ordeal, but even Martin’s initial “infection” is incredibly gross. It sets the tone for what’s to come and Martin’s final transformation does look genuinely awful and still original from the separately-disgusting Brundlefly from the original movie. 

It’s impressively not until 47 minutes into the movie – nearly half-way in – that Martin starts to show symptoms and the movie leans into the body horror elements of the original. That being said, it’s hard to believe that it’s the triggering of Martin’s fly symptoms that usher in a broad hamminess. This may even be intentional on the film’s part. The first-half of The Fly II presents itself as an emotional character-driven drama that represents Martin’s humanity, all before it descends into schlocky horror that reflects Martin’s overbearing fly genes. 

The Fly II’s first act is fascinated with the theme of those who are forced to grow up too quickly and tasked with something before they’re ready. There are some clear parallels here with director, Chris Walas, who’s on his first directorial job. The film is repeatedly a litmus test for whether Walas is ready for this responsibility or if he’s been pushed into this role too soon. It’s a compelling framework to view the movie, even if this angle gets progressively dropped once Martin becomes an adult. Walas’ promotion from special effects and make-up savant to director feels a lot like Stan Winston’s brief shift towards directing. This transition typically doesn’t work and there are far more stories of failure than success. 

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Nevertheless, Walas’ work on The Fly II is an excellent debut feature that’s not dissimilar to Winston’s first feature film, Pumpkinhead. Curiously, both effects men-turned-director fumble and retreat after their second films, The Vagrant in Walas’ case and A Gnome Named Gnorm for Winston. The Vagrant has a little more juice, even if it’s a deeply odd thriller that frequently verges on comical parody. It’s also worth pointing out that The Fly II’s strict release schedule meant that it was released between Cronenberg’s Dead Ringers and Naked Lunch, both of which are formative films for the director. It’d be a shame to think about either of those movies not happening because of Cronenberg’s commitment to a Fly sequel and repeating his own tricks.

Performance is another important area to break down and Cronenberg’s Fly wouldn’t have connected with nearly as many people without Jeff Goldblum’s unhinged, fearless work as Seth Brundle (who makes a cameo in the movie through deleted scenes from The Fly that are treated like “new” footage, which is actually a clever conceit). Eric Stoltz is no Jeff Goldblum, but he still does great work here and makes this performance his own. Stoltz wisely doesn’t play Martin like a carbon copy of Seth, which wouldn’t have felt right in the first place. It’s better that Stoltz curates his own character and plays to his own unique talents as an actor rather than emulating someone else (and likely failing at the attempt). This is a great early example of what Stoltz can do, but it’s worth noting that the Martin Brundle role was originally offered to Keanu Reeves (with Josh Brolin and Vincent D’Onofrio also auditioning), which could have been fascinating. Neither actor had a ton of horror experience at this point, with Reeves coming off of productions like Permanent Record and Dangerous Liaisons. Curiously, The Fly II came out a week after Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure, which would have been a staggering double-feature if Reeves had taken the role instead of Stoltz.

Daphne Zuniga’s Beth Logan is also the film’s beating heart, who pumps in tandem with Martin. Their fly-fish meet-cute is a really effective introduction that never feels too on-the-nose and is a testament to The Fly II’s screenplay, which has writing credits by Mick Garris, Frank Darabont, and Ken and Jim Wheat. The script is actually full of parallels and callbacks that provide a malformed symmetry to the movie in the best way possible, like Martin’s helmet from his childhood that dispenses water and the projectile vomit that comes out of Martinfly as an adult. Even the transformed dog comes back in a justified way that makes its presence in the first act resonate more strongly. At its best moments, The Fly II operates like a sick love triangle, albeit one that’s between Martin, Beth, and Seth Brundle’s science. It’s Martin’s genetics that pull him away from this humble chance at normalcy.

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The Fly II begins as a more delicate character-driven chamber piece, but the final 15 minutes basically turn the sequel into an action film in the vein of Alien or Predator. Government officials hunt down the monstrous Martinfly with automatic weapons, all while he picks them off one by one. Some of the film’s biggest moments get saved for this concluding massacre. It culminates in an ending that’s actually much darker than Cronenberg’s original. Walas explicitly cites Tod Browning’s Freaks as an influence and there’s no hiding it (along with I Think You Should Leave, if that had existed in the ‘80s). Both conclusions really push audiences out of their comfort zones in the best ways possible. There was also a planned alternate ending, which is enlightening for completely different reasons, but Walas ultimately sticks with the better conclusion. In it, Martin’s changed eye color indicates that Bartok is now Martin and that a switch has taken place. It’s almost like Walas tries to inject some of Cronenberg’s Scanners into The Fly at the very last minute. The Fly II’s theatrical ending doesn’t provide a clear look at Martin’s eyes, but this alternate version creates ambiguity over who has truly survived. It’s also able to set up another potential sequel, which of course never happened.

Alternatively, there are two other Fly sequels to draw inspiration and learn from – 1959’s Return of the Fly and Curse of the Fly from 1965. The original Fly trilogy from the ‘50s and ‘60s is certainly a product of its time and despite its minor flaws, Walas’ sequel easily trumps them. Walas’ sequel could have easily copied and pulled from these movies, yet it opts for something very different, albeit with some of the same DNA. Return of the Fly and The Fly II both focus on the offspring of the previous film’s protagonist, but Return of the Fly is set 15 years later, rather than mere months, like in The Fly II. Curse of the Fly is oddly more interested in the commercial commodification of telepods for international travel purposes. It’s more indebted to sci-fi than horror. The Fly II still has hints of what Brundle’s technology could do for the betterment of society, but they’re largely after-thoughts to the character study that plays out with Martin. That being said, there’s no Misfits song that’s inspired by Walas’ sequel.

On a financial level, The Fly II was technically a success, even if it’s remembered as a complete flop. The Fly II’s budget was allegedly just shy of $7 million dollars (which was less than that of the original), which it certainly made back with its worldwide gross of $38.9 million. This still pales in comparison to the original’s worldwide gross of over $60 million. A third film would have likely continued to make a profit, but the writing seemed to be on the wall in terms of The Fly’s diminishing returns as a horror franchise. However, it’s still a little surprising that this series didn’t live on through direct-to-video sequels like Species or Wrong Turn where it could have coasted for years. Chris Walas creates something imperfect, but special, with The Fly II that doesn’t deserve to be completely forgotten or dismissed with the many pointless horror sequels. 35 years later, it’s easier to view The Fly II outside of its predecessor’s shadow and appreciate its wild swings. The Fly II might leave some horror fans annoyed, but it shouldn’t be swatted away.

Daniel Kurland is a freelance writer, comedian, and critic, whose work can be read on Splitsider, Bloody Disgusting, Den of Geek, ScreenRant, and across the Internet. Daniel knows that "Psycho II" is better than the original and that the last season of "The X-Files" doesn't deserve the bile that it conjures. If you want a drink thrown in your face, talk to him about "Silent Night, Deadly Night Part II," but he'll always happily talk about the "Puppet Master" franchise. The owls are not what they seem.

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What’s Wrong with My Baby!? Larry Cohen’s ‘It’s Alive’ at 50

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Soon after the New Hollywood generation took over the entertainment industry, they started having children. And more than any filmmakers that came before—they were terrified. Rosemary’s Baby (1968), The Exorcist (1973), The Omen (1976), Eraserhead (1977), The Brood (1979), The Shining (1980), Possession (1981), and many others all deal, at least in part, with the fears of becoming or being a parent. What if my child turns out to be a monster? is corrupted by some evil force? or turns out to be the fucking Antichrist? What if I screw them up somehow, or can’t help them, or even go insane and try to kill them? Horror has always been at its best when exploring relatable fears through extreme circumstances. A prime example of this is Larry Cohen’s 1974 monster-baby movie It’s Alive, which explores the not only the rollercoaster of emotions that any parent experiences when confronted with the difficulties of raising a child, but long-standing questions of who or what is at fault when something goes horribly wrong.

Cohen begins making his underlying points early in the film as Frank Davis (John P. Ryan) discusses the state of the world with a group of expectant fathers in a hospital waiting room. They discuss the “overabundance of lead” in foods and the environment, smog, and pesticides that only serve to produce roaches that are “bigger, stronger, and harder to kill.” Frank comments that this is “quite a world to bring a kid into.” This has long been a discussion point among people when trying to decide whether to have kids or not. I’ve had many conversations with friends who have said they feel it’s irresponsible to bring children into such a violent, broken, and dangerous world, and I certainly don’t begrudge them this. My wife and I did decide to have children but that doesn’t mean that it’s been easy.

Immediately following this scene comes It’s Alive’s most famous sequence in which Frank’s wife Lenore (Sharon Farrell) is the only person left alive in her delivery room, the doctors clawed and bitten to death by her mutant baby, which has escaped. “What does my baby look like!? What’s wrong with my baby!?” she screams as nurses wheel her frantically into a recovery room. The evening that had begun with such joy and excitement at the birth of their second child turned into a nightmare. This is tough for me to write, but on some level, I can relate to this whiplash of emotion. When my second child was born, they came about five weeks early. I’ll use the pronouns “they/them” for privacy reasons when referring to my kids. Our oldest was still very young and went to stay with my parents and we sped off to the hospital where my wife was taken into an operating room for an emergency c-section. I was able to carry our newborn into the NICU (natal intensive care unit) where I was assured that this was routine for all premature births. The nurses assured me there was nothing to worry about and the baby looked big and healthy. I headed to where my wife was taken to recover to grab a few winks assuming that everything was fine. Well, when I awoke, I headed back over to the NICU to find that my child was not where I left them. The nurse found me and told me that the baby’s lungs were underdeveloped, and they had to put them in a special room connected to oxygen tubes and wires to monitor their vitals.

It’s difficult to express the fear that overwhelmed me in those moments. Everything turned out okay, but it took a while and I’m convinced to this day that their anxiety struggles spring from these first weeks of life. As our children grew, we learned that two of the three were on the spectrum and that anxiety, depression, ADHD, and OCD were also playing a part in their lives. Parents, at least speaking for myself, can’t help but blame themselves for the struggles their children face. The “if only” questions creep in and easily overcome the voices that assure us that it really has nothing to do with us. In the film, Lenore says, “maybe it’s all the pills I’ve been taking that brought this on.” Frank muses aloud about how he used to think that Frankenstein was the monster, but when he got older realized he was the one that made the monster. The aptly named Frank is wondering if his baby’s mutation is his fault, if he created the monster that is terrorizing Los Angeles. I have made plenty of “if only” statements about myself over the years. “If only I hadn’t had to work so much, if only I had been around more when they were little.” Mothers may ask themselves, “did I have a drink, too much coffee, or a cigarette before I knew I was pregnant? Was I too stressed out during the pregnancy?” In other words, most parents can’t help but wonder if it’s all their fault.

At one point in the film, Frank goes to the elementary school where his baby has been sighted and is escorted through the halls by police. He overhears someone comment about “screwed up genes,” which brings about age-old questions of nature vs. nurture. Despite the voices around him from doctors and detectives that say, “we know this isn’t your fault,” Frank can’t help but think it is, and that the people who try to tell him it isn’t really think it’s his fault too. There is no doubt that there is a hereditary element to the kinds of mental illness struggles that my children and I deal with. But, and it’s a bit but, good parenting goes a long way in helping children deal with these struggles. Kids need to know they’re not alone, a good parent can provide that, perhaps especially parents that can relate to the same kinds of struggles. The question of nature vs. nurture will likely never be entirely answered but I think there’s more than a good chance that “both/and” is the case. Around the midpoint of the film, Frank agrees to disown the child and sign it over for medical experimentation if caught or killed. Lenore and the older son Chris (Daniel Holzman) seek to nurture and teach the baby, feeling that it is not a monster, but a member of the family.

It’s Alive takes these ideas to an even greater degree in the fact that the Davis Baby really is a monster, a mutant with claws and fangs that murders and eats people. The late ’60s and early ’70s also saw the rise in mass murderers and serial killers which heightened the nature vs. nurture debate. Obviously, these people were not literal monsters but human beings that came from human parents, but something had gone horribly wrong. Often the upbringing of these killers clearly led in part to their antisocial behavior, but this isn’t always the case. It’s Alive asks “what if a ‘monster’ comes from a good home?” In this case is it society, environmental factors, or is it the lead, smog, and pesticides? It is almost impossible to know, but the ending of the film underscores an uncomfortable truth—even monsters have parents.

As the film enters its third act, Frank joins the hunt for his child through the Los Angeles sewers and into the L.A. River. He is armed with a rifle and ready to kill on sight, having divorced himself from any relationship to the child. Then Frank finds his baby crying in the sewers and his fatherly instincts take over. With tears in his eyes, he speaks words of comfort and wraps his son in his coat. He holds him close, pats and rocks him, and whispers that everything is going to be okay. People often wonder how the parents of those who perform heinous acts can sit in court, shed tears, and defend them. I think it’s a complex issue. I’m sure that these parents know that their child has done something evil, but that doesn’t change the fact that they are still their baby. Your child is a piece of yourself formed into a whole new human being. Disowning them would be like cutting off a limb, no matter what they may have done. It doesn’t erase an evil act, far from it, but I can understand the pain of a parent in that situation. I think It’s Alive does an exceptional job placing its audience in that situation.

Despite the serious issues and ideas being examined in the film, It’s Alive is far from a dour affair. At heart, it is still a monster movie and filled with a sense of fun and a great deal of pitch-black humor. In one of its more memorable moments, a milkman is sucked into the rear compartment of his truck as red blood mingles with the white milk from smashed bottles leaking out the back of the truck and streaming down the street. Just after Frank agrees to join the hunt for his baby, the film cuts to the back of an ice cream truck with the words “STOP CHILDREN” emblazoned on it. It’s a movie filled with great kills, a mutant baby—created by make-up effects master Rick Baker early in his career, and plenty of action—and all in a PG rated movie! I’m telling you, the ’70s were wild. It just also happens to have some thoughtful ideas behind it as well.

Which was Larry Cohen’s specialty. Cohen made all kinds of movies, but his most enduring have been his horror films and all of them tackle the social issues and fears of the time they were made. God Told Me To (1976), Q: The Winged Serpent (1982), and The Stuff (1985) are all great examples of his socially aware, low-budget, exploitation filmmaking with a brain and It’s Alive certainly fits right in with that group. Cohen would go on to write and direct two sequels, It Lives Again (aka It’s Alive 2) in 1978 and It’s Alive III: Island of the Alive in 1987 and is credited as a co-writer on the 2008 remake. All these films explore the ideas of parental responsibility in light of the various concerns of the times they were made including abortion rights and AIDS.

Fifty years after It’s Alive was initially released, it has only become more relevant in the ensuing years. Fears surrounding parenthood have been with us since the beginning of time but as the years pass the reasons for these fears only seem to become more and more profound. In today’s world the conversation of the fathers in the waiting room could be expanded to hormones and genetic modifications in food, terrorism, climate change, school and other mass shootings, and other threats that were unknown or at least less of a concern fifty years ago. Perhaps the fearmongering conspiracy theories about chemtrails and vaccines would be mentioned as well, though in a more satirical fashion, as fears some expectant parents encounter while endlessly doomscrolling Facebook or Twitter. Speaking for myself, despite the struggles, the fears, and the sadness that sometimes comes with having children, it’s been worth it. The joys ultimately outweigh all of that, but I understand the terror too. Becoming a parent is no easy choice, nor should it be. But as I look back, I can say that I’m glad we made the choice we did.

I wonder if Frank and Lenore can say the same thing.

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