Why not just jumpstart the sub-genre of body horror by inventing a whole new pseudoscience called psychoplasmic therapy that allows for the fears of divorce, children, and past mental traumas to literally manifest themselves in growths, tumors, little blonde goblin killers, and a mounting body count? And if on top of all that, you happen to be legendary director David Cronenberg, why not make all of those things simultaneously beautiful, familiar, and disturbingly disgusting?

If you'd like to watch ahead for next week's film, we will be watching Stanley Kramer's It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (1963).