Splice

Splice is a squishy, oozy, nasty and repugnant David Cronenberg film without David Cronenberg. The squish and ooze belong mostly to the human/animal hybird created by lovers/scientists Sarah Polley and Adrien Brody, who
provide the nasty and repugnant elements, IMO. The film does take a couple of interesting turns but it telegraphs the ending fairly early on. As with Cronenberg's movies -- notably Crash (1996), Naked Lunch (1991) and The Fly (1986) -- Splice, directed by Vincent Natali, has an unsettling eroticism that transforms sex into a dance with mortal danger. The message of this motion picture of science run amok is you must always be careful who (or what) you're effing with.