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They Came from Within: David Cronenberg’s ‘Shivers’ at 50

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David Cronenberg's Shivers

It seems that David Cronenberg knew exactly the kinds of movies he wanted to make right from the start. His debut feature film, Shivers, which celebrates its fiftieth anniversary this year, is filled with the hallmarks of classic Cronenberg. It deals in bodily invasion, the combination of the technological and biological, the tension between modern society and base instinct, and subversive explorations of sexuality. Any of these ideas taken alone fit right into genre, and especially exploitation film, but taken together, they form something new and truly unique, as if fused together through a mad teleportation experiment, and given the name of the auteur himself—Cronenbergian.

Body horror existed before Shivers in various forms including werewolves, body snatchers, and even aspects of the Frankenstein mythos, but Cronenberg’s approach was something modern and even revolutionary. His brand of body horror has been a massive influence on the genre over the years with his fingerprints visible on films as diverse as Night of the Creeps (1986) and Slither (2006)—both of which appear to have been directly inspired by Shivers; The Thing (1982) and Tetsuo: The Iron Man (1989); all the way up to Together (2025), and many more. Even Dawn of the Dead (1978), 28 Days Later (2002) and other infection horrors have apparent influence from movies like Shivers and Cronenberg’s next film Rabid (1977).

To call Shivers Cronenberg’s feature debut is a bit misleading, but forgivable considering that he has called the film his first “real movie.” He had previously made two underground art films that qualify as feature length, Stereo (1969) and Crimes of the Future (1970) as well as several short films, but these were made in a very DIY style. He went into Shivers knowing it would be something different. As he told William Beard and Piers Handling in a 1983 interview:

“I would have a crew that was paid for by a producer who was in it because he felt the film would make money and who had plans to distribute it. To me the difference was that I would no longer be shooting film myself. I would no longer be able to make it totally in private without any consideration whether they liked what I was doing or not. That was a big difference.”

Those producers turned out to be John Dunning and André Link of Cinepix, which Cronenberg described as the “New World Pictures [Roger Corman’s production company] of Canada.” Cinepix had been looking for a film that could be successful in the United States and felt that a low budget horror film would be the best way to achieve that success. Shivers fit the bill, though the producers hesitated at first as the very inexperienced Cronenberg insisted on directing.

Because of their hesitation, Cronenberg expected to have to make the film in the United States and even presented his script to various Hollywood studios including New World, who told him they would absolutely be interested in making the picture. Cronenberg, however, did not particularly like the Hollywood atmosphere and was very happy to hear that Dunning and Link decided to greenlight the film and had secured financing from the Canadian Film Development Corporation, now called Telefilm. Even this was a challenge as there was no real history of genre filmmaking in Canada at the time and the Canadian government was hesitant to use taxpayer money for such a venture as Shivers. Fortunately Dunning and Link were successful, and the film ended up making a profit for Telefilm and the Canadian taxpayer.

When pre-production began, Cronenberg quickly realized how little he knew about feature filmmaking, even for such a modestly budgeted film as Shivers. He credits Cinepix and especially John Dunning for his on-the-job training. “You couldn’t have a better film school,” he later said, “It was fantastic, and I learned so much from those guys.” Also in his corner was Cronenberg’s on-the-set line producer Ivan Reitman, who would achieve great success as a writer, producer, and director in his own right. When Shivers was complete, Dunning and Link had their film that could be distributed in the U.S. It was retitled They Came from Within, something of a misleading title considering the nature of the film’s parasites, but it garnered some success in the States as well.

Shivers includes many of the aspects that have been associated with Cronenberg throughout his career. Right from the start the film makes clear that it is a commentary on the nature of modern society, as exemplified by the introduction of the setting, Starliner Tower, a state-of-the-art apartment building boasting everything a modern human could want. It is the epitome of comfort and convenience with spacious rooms, on-site medical and dental facilities, and sources of food and entertainment. There is practically no need to ever leave or even interact with anyone unless absolutely necessary. It is also clear that Starliner Tower is cold and clinical, a stoic monolith with no character, feeling, or soul. The tower itself is a reflection of what modern humanity has become. In the world of Shivers, humans have become anything but human, simply empty shells who have shed the base instincts that have allowed them to survive for millennia. Now they merely wander through life with little real purpose. Humanity is a numb, dull reflection of what it could be.

Into this sterile world, an element of chaos is injected—a parasite that draws out the base instincts of whomever they infect. What is unique, and brings up another Cronenbergian theme, is that the parasite is manmade, created in a lab by Dr. Emil Hobbes (Fred Döderlein). So, in essence, they did not “come from within” but were created by a mad scientist and placed into someone—but “They Came from a Lab” isn’t much of a title. In the middle of the film, researcher Rollo (Joe Silver) explains Hobbes’s theories to Roger (Paul Hampton), the character as close to a hero as the film has. “Man is an animal that thinks too much, an over rational animal that’s lost touch with its body and its instincts,” which led Hobbes to create the parasite that is “a combination of aphrodisiac and venereal disease that will hopefully turn the world into one beautiful, mindless orgy,” alluding to Cronenberg’s original title for Shivers: “Orgy of the Blood Parasites.”

The various ways in which the parasites spread is where most of the horror, and frankly fun, of the movie comes from. In one scene Allan Kolman as Nicholas Tudor is seen talking to the creature inside him saying, “we’re going to be good friends,” as it burrows just beneath his skin. Shivers is also a very early film to employ “bladder” effects, a process generally thought to have been innovated by the legendary Dick Smith in which bladders, such as shaped ballons or (as was the case on Shivers) condoms, are inflated and deflated beneath a layer of foam latex to give the illusion of something moving beneath or misshaping skin. The sequence with Nick is absolutely chilling as it is clear that not only his body, but his mind is being taken over by the creature. This invasion is key to Cronenberg’s work as the foreign entity or contaminant is evocative of disease, especially cancer, which has been an element of his work all the way up to his most recent film, The Shrouds (2025).

The release of base instinct is almost always manifested in the form of sexuality in Shivers with just a few exceptions. The first person we see, beyond the original host, infected with the parasite calls out to her victim “I’m hungry for love!” In one of the film’s best scenes, Nurse Forsythe (Lynn Lowry) lays out the thesis not only for Shivers but for much of Cronenberg’s filmography in what has become an iconic monologue about a dream she had in which an older man tells her:

“Everything is erotic…everything is sexual…He tells me that even old flesh is erotic flesh, that disease is the love of two alien kinds of creatures for each other. That even dying is an act of eroticism, that talking is sexual, that breathing is sexual, that even to physically exist is sexual.”

This can be expanded to other films as well. Videodrome (1983): “television and media are sexual.” The Fly (1986): “scientific discovery is sexual.” Dead Ringers (1988) and Crimes of the Future (2022): “surgery is sexual.” Naked Lunch (1991): “writing is sexual.” Crash (1996): “cars and car crashes are sexual.” eXistenZ (1999): “playing video games is sexual.” You get the picture. Even in the afore mentioned recent effort The Shrouds, Cronenberg explores the ideas that amputation in life and even decomposition after death are sexual human experiences. By the end of Shivers, the inhabitants of Starliner Tower become sexual zombies. The film (ahem) climaxes in an orgiastic pool scene in which Roger, the final holdout, finally succumbs to the animalistic instincts of the parasites at the hands and lips Nurse Forsythe with a little help from the great Barbara Steele, whose infection scene in a bathtub is one of the film’s most memorable moments.

That this film includes so many hallmarks of his later work is not to say that Cronenberg came right out of the gate fully formed. Shivers lacks the aesthetic polish of his later films, and the ideas that have preoccupied him over the years have become more refined as he has continued to express them in more complex and nuanced ways. This is especially true in his fearless portrayals of sex, which have garnered more than a few harsh criticisms over the years. The complexities of his movies have often disturbed audiences, as indicated by the rousing boos Crash received at its Cannes Film Festival premiere.

But one of Cronenberg’s greatest assets as a filmmaker is his fearlessness. He has never been afraid to provoke, to disturb, and to probe into the deepest aspects of the things that make us truly human. For him, it often comes down to the very basest things. He reminds us that we occupy vessels that will decay and expire, be it naturally or through some process of disease or technological intervention. Cronenberg knows this well, but also conveys that the fact that this will all end is the best motivation to truly live and explore all the fullness of our humanity. He knows very well that we are preoccupied with sex and death and his explorations of these base fixations is why Cronenberg’s work has continued to burrow under our skin and into our minds for five decades.

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Neon-Soaked Cult Classic ‘Vamp’ Starring Grace Jones Still Has Bite 40 Years Later

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Vamp 1986
Grace Jones and Dedee Pfeiffer in Vamp

College kids, strippers and vampires—those were Donald P. Borchers’ only requirements when he approached Richard Wenk about writing and directing a movie for New World Pictures. As requested, Wenk cooked up Vamp (1986), a tailor-made blend of the decade’s teen movie craze as well as its horror boom.

Grim and earnest stories were still very much a part of the ’80s horror landscape, yet Vamp is something of a comedy. One difference between it and, say, Saturday the 14th, though, is the former avoids using schtick. Wenk’s movie proves that horror comedies also don’t have to subtract thrills from their recipes. Of course, it takes a minute before reaching that point; college antics and culture shocks preface this one macabre misadventure.

Vamp‘s initial setup is apt for a typical college-set, sex-driven comedy; to bribe their way into a fraternity house, two pledges (Chris Makepeace, Robert Rusler) go looking for some adult entertainment. Without wasting time on any further exposition, the characters embark on an all-in-one-night trip that quickly detours into terror.

To procure their elusive MacGuffin—a stripper willing to gyrate for some frat boys—Keith (Makepeace) and AJ (Rusler), plus a third wheel named Duncan (Gedee Watanabe), trade the safety of their remote college campus for the seediness of some unnamed city. The setting is recognizably L.A. by day, but as soon as night falls, downtown, along with the characters, slips into a kind of surreal universe. Director of photography Elliot Davis gave this early entry on his prolific résumé an unusual yet distinctive look; that Mario Bava-esque, magenta-green lighting is omnipresent, so much so that it’s almost its own character. 

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Chris Makepeace and Robert Rusler in Vamp

The faint comparisons to Martin Scorsese’s After Hours are merited, although not just because of Vamp’s distinguishing nighttime aesthetic. Save for the primary characters, the supporting roles in Wenk’s movie are also quite colorful and transactional in their behavior. The difference here, though, is the additional urge to ruin Keith and his friends at every turn. Some of that harm is humorous and tolerable enough, whereas the moment Vamp dishes out its first fatality, it’s abundantly clear how this movie qualifies as horror.

Vamp falls into that category of horror movie that reveals its genre with a scream rather than a series of whispers. The opening scene can function as a hint of what lies ahead—things are not at all what they appear to be—but otherwise, Wenk is more than happy to hold off on the horror. When that time does come, though, it catches the viewer off guard. In addition to the pure shock value is that sudden decision to upend the movie’s foremost feature. Or so it would seem.

If afraid of major spoilage, those new to Vamp would be wise to stop reading here. There’s just no skirting around the fact that the central fellowship in this buddy movie hits a serious snag when AJ is killed. That development causes the story to become more of a “long, bad night” journey for Keith and his romantic interest. So while Wenk scores points for subverting expectations, there is also a touch of sadness in his decision. Because if Vamp does anything well, it’s making the characters likable.

Something that comes easily to Vamp—and other teen horror movies from this same era—is its ability to invent young characters worth caring about, or at the very least, are interesting and not so immediately off-putting. More impressive is how Wenk did all this without actually fleshing out those characters. Still and all, Keith and his kind are a grade above cookie-cutter, and in some cases, aren’t completely devoid of growth.

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Grace Jones in Vamp

Vamp appeals with an assorted cast of characters. No two are the same, nor are they operating on the same wavelength. The cinematically extroverted AJ, whose actor conveyed charm and vulnerability in near equal amounts, comes alive when he’s at his most undead. Makepeace then makes the chronically cautious Keith a sympathetic fellow, even as he’s more and more affected by the night’s bizarre events. Meanwhile, Duncan is indeed the designated loser of the whole bunch, but Watanabe still manages to humanize him. As a bonus, the role didn’t require him to pull a Long Duk Dong.

As for Dedee Pfeiffer, she is plain adorable as the mysterious After Dark server nicknamed “Amaretto”. She spends all night fixing her dress strap while at the same time trying to get Keith to remember how he knows her. As their offbeat romance grows, it becomes another highlight of this movie. Whether or not Pfeiffer’s character is really a vampire also creates some welcome tension in the story.

Like a lot of its contemporaries, Vamp went on to become a bit of a cult classic. That current status is determined by several factors, but without a doubt, the casting of Grace Jones is the most considerable. The image of her writhing on that unique-looking chair, a Keith Haring original, springs to mind whenever this movie is brought up.

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Chris Makepeace, Billy Drago and Paunita Nichols in Vamp

Prior to that first display of unequivocal horror, local vampire queen Katrina (Jones) took to the stage and delivered a strip show like no other. One would expect nothing less from that renowned model and performance artist. By now reports of Jones’ tardiness on set are no secret, yet it’s also hard to deny her commitment to the part of Katrina. It was, in fact, Jones who took charge of her character’s appearance—on top of Haring painting her body and that now-iconic chair, she had Andy Warhol handle her costuming. And not too many actors could seize a room’s attention without saying a single line of dialogue.

In 2022, Vamp received a retrospective novelization from Encyclopocalypse. This literary union of preexisting source material—Wenk’s original screenplay—and new ideas from author Christian Francis amounts to a more comprehensive visit to the After Dark Club. The basic story there is no different than what’s shown on screen; however, Francis gets creative with the characters’ origins and designs, and he enhances a number of key scenes.

The novelization expands on the urban and social decay of the main setting, and supplies a background for the After Dark Club. Sandy Baron’s character, Katrina’s emcee and familiar, is given ample motivation for sticking around; up until the fiery end, he is loyal to his friend and former business partnerSqueak, who looks like he wasfed through a combine harvester, and left as nothing more than a heap of mangled remains. Then there is Billy Drago’s character Snow, the leader of a street gang called The Dragons. His reason for menacing Keith and AJ is more altruistic than in the movie; he and his peers act tough to scare off any potential food for the vampires. 

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Lisa Lyon in Vamp

If not for all the backstories, Francis’ Vamp would be a hell of a lot shorter. Instead, this tie-in read dives into how AJ met Keith—the orphaned Anthony Joseph hailed from a broken home back in Brooklyn—and how their friendship flourished over the years. Keith’s archership is no longer just an assumed part of his entire being; it’s a confidence-building extracurricular for a boy who got picked on before coming into the protection of the new kid in town. These supplemental, in-depth looks at the protagonists, plus their close connection, are maybe unnecessary. The movie already did a fair and concise job of addressing their platonic intimacy without the need for flashbacks and insights, specifically in that scene where AJ lays it all out as he sacrifices himself.

Where the novelization gets off course is its approach to the minor characters. Intermittently backstorying the likes of Katrina’s indentured servants, Seko (Leila Hee Olsen) and Vlad (Brad Logan), ends up disturbing the flow of the writing. Was it absolutely essential that readers know Vlad was the Grand Duke of the House of Romanov, or how Snow’s accomplice Maven (Paunita Nichols) became so dentally challenged? No, not really. However, one’s mileage with these random biographies may vary.

The novelization is a more substantial experience, but for a movie like Vamp, less is more. And as plentiful as they are, it never simply coasts on its campy charms, either. The character work sits comfortably in that realm between cursory and meticulous, the script is sharper than first realized, and Greg Cannom’s vampire makeup is straightforward yet effective. Most of all, the movie didn’t squander its out-of-the-box concept. Richard Wenk made his vision of acomic nightmare in which just about anything that can go wrong doescome true, and it is very enjoyable.

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