The Fly

I didn't think The fucking Fly was going to hurt me like this omg.  This is the first “horror” movie I ever watched even though I don’t consider it a horror movie anymore. I had a halloween sleepover with my cousin when I was 6 and this scared me to death, I hadn’t watched it since.  Today I went in expecting body horror, impressive practical effects, and a grotesque transformation. And yes, all of that is there. But what impacted me most wasn't the rotting flesh, but the unraveling love. Seth Brundle isn't a monster. He's brilliant, awkward, in love. His downfall isn't just physical: it's the slow loss of himself. The most disturbing thing isn't watching him mutate, but watching him realize that he's no longer who he was. The film feels like watching someone get sick. Like accompanying someone you love as they fade away. And that's much more devastating than any explicit scene. In the end, you're not watching an insect. You're watching a man who understands that there's no going back. And that hurts.