Spider - Movie Review
Rating: 3 out of 5
The strangest thing about David Cronenberg's Spider is how out of sync it is with the director's other works. Slow, laconic, and intermittently fascinating, Spider is a movie in which virtually nothing happens. Placed amidst an oeuvre that includes eye-poppers like The Fly, Shivers, Videodrome, and the recent eXistenZ, the movie stands as his most understated piece since 1988's Dead Ringers.
The pacing of Spider is totally understandable, seeing as it entirely takes place in and around a halfway house for recently-released mental patients -- and, obliquely, within the mind of its central character. "Spider" (Ralph Fiennes) is a muttering mess, a paranoid schizophrenic who wears four shirts atop one another and scribbles illegibly in a little book he carefully hides at the end of each day. Just out of the loony bin, Spider hops a train to London, finds his depressing room at the inn, faces annoyed berating at the hands of stern Mrs. Wilkinson (Lynn Redgrave), and immediately begins shutting himself into a cocoon. "Caterpillar" might be a better nickname -- for the man and for the movie.
Over the next hour and a half, Spider revisits the settings of his youth, which are conveniently just around the corner from the halfway house. Spider takes day trips -- in the flesh and in his head -- as he spends a little quality time with mum, da, and himself at the age of 9, during a rather key period in his past during which a certain character may or may not have been shoveled to death, buried in the garden, and replaced with a cackling doppelganger. All the while, the old/crazy Spider watches events unfold helplessly, It's a Wonderful Life in reverse. By the end, we get the feeling Spider has relived this routine endlessly since his youth, over and over and over again, in and out of various institutions.
And that's the sum of Spider's web. Even die-hard indie fans are going to walk out in boredom and fall asleep from the tedium. To do so would be a pity, though, because Spider features some terrific performances from Fiennes (who has no discernable lines of dialogue), newcomer Bradley Hall (as young Spider), and the always-impressive Miranda Richardson, as Spider's put-upon mother. Oddly, Gabriel Byrne seems a little out of place as dear old dad.
Cronenberg's deep shadows and methodical pacing give Spider that Barton Fink feeling of overwhelming claustrophobia and extreme discomfort. You feel like the movie is trying to build up to some glorious revelation, but that revelation comes midway through the film. The before and after comprise a very beautiful bore, full of spidery symbolism, Cronenbergian freak-outs, and endless scenes of Fiennes muttering and scribbling away. We get the point after about 10 minutes, but the film never strays far from this theme. Spider doesn't exhibit anything approaching character growth -- he's an enigma trapped in a personal Mobius strip of his life, which unfortunately doesn't make for much of a movie.
Web of beauty.
Facts and Figures
Year: 2002
Run time: 98 mins
In Theaters: Friday 13th December 2002
Box Office USA: $1.3M
Distributed by: Sony Pictures Classics
Reviews
Contactmusic.com: 3 / 5
Rotten Tomatoes: 85%
Fresh: 111 Rotten: 19
IMDB: 6.9 / 10
Cast & Crew
Director: David Cronenberg
Producer: Catherine Bailey, David Cronenberg, Samuel Hadida
Screenwriter: Patrick McGrath
Starring: Ralph Fiennes as Spider, Miranda Richardson as Yvonne / Mrs. Cleg, Gabriel Byrne as Bill Cleg, Lynn Redgrave as Mrs. Wilkinson, John Neville as Terrence
Also starring: Bradley Hall, Catherine Bailey, David Cronenberg, Samuel Hadida, Patrick McGrath