As a (if not the) legend of body horror, David Cronenberg has made perhaps his most mature work on the subject. The Shrouds is explicitly and figuratively focused on mourning, reflecting on ones' life as one looks back, and on what happens to our bodies both as we die and after we die. It is a meditation, and a rather fascinating one, on loss and death itself, through the lens of our bodies and our connections to them, as well as our connections to the bodies of those we love.
As a film it follows of lot of late Cronenberg in how it is two things, a very talky film where the ideas of the work are explored through the dialogue of the characters even more so than in the visuals, and a visually lush and romantic film which is gorgeous to look at. Perhaps it is a little less shocking that some of his work, even with its twisted ending, and more reflective.
The film's script often doesn't roll out like people actually speak, and the film is very dialogue heavy. There is a sex scene in the middle which is rather pivotal, but is far more fascinated with what is being said between the two (the have whole conversations throughout) than what they are physically experiencing with each other. The Shrouds is very much in our heads and the heads of our characters. For a film that is very consciously about bodies, it is very much interested in what we think and what we say.
As with most of his work The Shrouds is very intellectually stimulating but may not be overly watchable over time. Visually it is soothing and tame with very little uncomfortable in what we are seeing, instead saving the unsettling aspects for what our characters say.
The Shrouds
Starring: Vincent Cassel, Diane Kruger, Guy Pearce, Sandrine Holt
Writer/Director: David Cronenberg