I was not ready for how effective a thriller about a suit wearing, cigar smoking chimpanzee would be. Richard Franklin turns something that could be extremely goofy into something tense and gripping. The zany score by Jerry Goldsmith is delightful and De Roche's man fingerprints are all over this cluster cuss work of art.

But the star of this Hitchcockian circus is the titular "Link". Truly sinister work from Locke the Orangutan. His performance comes off as seasoned actor not…

I could spend pages analysing how beautifully Yin and Yang are woven throughout the themes of Shadow, but I am too in awe of the choice to have a slight constant breeze in the palace to allow the actors hair to continuously, yet faintly, whisp about while they monologue.

This is a Shakespearian palace intrigue paired with romantically tragic martial arts all painted in inky black and white with only the hint of color. And, If you would have told…

Where The Fly interrogates the flesh, The Shroud goes about 6 feet deeper, and literally zooms in on the body and its decay. But unlike the former title, there are no operatics. This is cold and deliberate Cronenberg. And, fairly so, that might be unentertaining to most.

This is about a man dealing with the death of his wife after seeing her body slowly deteriorate, and taken away from him in pieces. I believe The Shroud intentionally frustrates and keeps…