Rabid

Rabid with a female lens isn't camp, it isn't satire. The Soska Sisters's take on Cronenberg's cannibalistic horror film is full of empty calories.

It's possible this remake could grow on me when I take the time to watch it again. Here's hoping that ends up being the case.

[The Soskas] have a wickedly funny sense of humor, and a few winningly nasty ideas.

Horror remakes don't have to be inferior rehashes... But this Rabid nibbles where it should clamp down hard.

[A]n uneven but often energizing remake of David Cronenberg's 1977 cult classic.

This Rabid strives to emulate the striking body horror of the original but mainly comes across like a half-baked imitation.

The Soska Sisters retain the bones of the story but shift their focus to Rose's inner life as she transmutes into a form she doesn't understand.

In effect, Rabid feels like the film which the Soskas shoulda-woulda-coulda made right after American Mary.

The film eventually turns into a zombie-style gore fest, but it's the subtle first half that's actually more gripping.

It would be passable if the third act didn't completely go off the rails.