David Cronenberg's Shivers, about a luxury apartment complex overrun by parasitic organisms turning everyone into bloody sex monsters, did not go over particularly well with the Canadian government upon its release in 1975. The Canadian Film Development Corporation, a tax-funded government agency, had partially funded the film, which led the critic Robert Fulford to headline his review in the national magazine Saturday Night: "You Should Know How Bad This Movie Is, You Paid For It."
The rest of the world was nowhere near as squeamish. The film's production company, Cinepix, which normally peddled softcore pornos, got Shivers into the Cannes Film Festival, where it made a big enough splash to be sold to 35 different countries. Shivers, which was made for just $185,000, eventually grossed $5 million.
Fret all you want, Fulford, but that's clearly a damn good investment. So, Cronenberg, Cinepix, and the Canadian Film Development Corporation were at it again two years later with Rabid, another disease outbreak story with heavy sexual undertones
Famous porn star Marilyn Chambers, who was picked over a then-unknown Sissy Spacek, plays Rose, a carefree young woman on a motorcycle ride through the Canadian countryside with her boyfriend. Around one tight corner, they don't see the stalled vehicle blocking the road in time and end up veering off into a nasty crash, the boyfriend thrown clean off the bike while Rose ends up trapped underneath it as it explodes.
As luck - or plot convenience - would have it this accident happens to occur mere miles away from a plastic surgery clinic. The doctors there are Rose's only hope as her lower abdomen injuries are so severe she won't survive a trip to the nearest hospital. As with Shivers, an experimental medical procedure occurs and ends up going very, very wrong. Rose is saved via transplanting part of her thigh to her abdomen so that new skin might grow, but she awakes with an overwhelming need to feed on humans.
When I say "overwhelming need to feed on humans" you think you know how that's going to play out, right?
Nope. No vampire teeth.
Nope. Doesn't turn into a brain-eating zombie either.
Instead, this happens:
Her phallic armpit monster, um, thing, sucks the blood out of those she gets close to. So, Rose spends most of the film prancing around, first in the clinic, later throughout Montreal, hugging people as prelude to a kill. Except she doesn't actually kill them. Instead, they gradually turn into mindless rage monsters seeking to dine on human flesh.
Which is where an interesting debate comes into play with Rabid. Is it a modified vampire movie? A zombie movie? Just a kinky disease outbreak movie that oddly predicted AIDS by several years? How, exactly, do you categorize it?
Regardless, the first half of the film is devoted entirely to Rose's mysterious awakening whereas the second half gives way to a series of vignettes with side characters either themselves turning into or encountering others who have been infected by Rose, who veers back and forth between knowing exactly what she's doing and being as much a victim of it as anyone. And because it's Cronenberg it all goes very dark. I'm talking baby-killing dark.
Once we reach the admirably bleak ending, on-screen text immediately pops up to acknowledging the film's financial reliance on the Canadian Film Development Corporation, as if flipping the finger at Robert Fulford.
However, after Shivers the world was onto Cronenberg's act. As a result, Rabid underwent intense scrutiny at the MPAA, although that was also due to prejudice against Chambers' attempt to crossover into the mainstream. That might explain why certain scenes, such as one in an adult film theater, seem to build to more gore than they end up delivering.
Rabid also went to Cannes and sold to various countries, including to Roger Corman's New World Pictures in the States, where future heavyweights like Joe Dante ( Gremlins), Jon Davison ( Airplane!), and Allan Arkus ( Rock and Roll High School) were blown away by the mixture of horror and high art. As Arkus, who worked in New World's trailer department, told David Konow in Reel Terror, "You knew [Cronenberg] was a filmmaker."
But that was the impression you got back in 1977. Watching Rabid in 2018, it feels a bit hollow, not entirely insubstantial, but not exactly essential viewing either. From start to finish, we learn virtually nothing about any of the major characters other than the clinic's primary doctor sure loves medicine and the clinic's business manager sure loves money.
Rose is barely more realized than the characters Chambers played in Mitchell Brothers pornos like Behind the Green Door and Insatiable, which might be why she's so surprisingly good here. Playing Rose, who is often reduced to writing bare-chested on the ground in obvious sexual agony as she battles her need for more blood, isn't entirely out of her range. Cronenberg asks a little more from her, such as in those rare moments when Rose seems horrifyingly aware of what's happening, and she delivers. Frank Moore's turn as the boyfriend, Hart Read, on the other hand, is entirely forgettable.
Points forRabid, of course, is not the kind of movie you watch for the characters or storyline. You watch for the crazy body horror, and there is admittedly an odd "you don't see that every day" kick out of death-by-armpit-monster, even if the sexual metaphor feels underdeveloped. Moreover, you watch to see a director maturing, and Cronenberg's increasing confidence with the camera is obvious.
-Unique twist on zombie tropes even if we're not supposed to call them zombies
-Strong star turn from Chambers
Points against-Not afraid to go to dark places
-Thinly drawn characters
-The boyfriend trying to find and save Chambers kind of comes and goes, as if he might as well not even be in the movie
-Inconsistent internal logic as to how aware Chambers is about what's happening to her and what it's doing to her victims
-Inconsistencies with how exactly Rose's infection impacts her victims and how she chooses where exactly to attack people on their body, usually on their neck, but sometimes elsewhere, including directly in one poor guy's eye.
Ultimately recommended for-Not overly scary or dread-incuding.
Rabid is currently available to stream on Shudder.Cronenberg completists only.
