One of the casualties of awards season is the great David Cronenberg film, Maps to the Stars – totally buried and forgotten because it was deemed “too rough” for the delicate sensibilities of industry voters. I’m glad I came of age in the era of the David Lynch, Ken Russell, Nicolas Roeg and Cronenberg because I remember what films were like before PG-13 overtook them. Maps to the Stars is a magnificent fever dream cooked up by the fine brain of a one Bruce Wagner who has find a partner in crime with Cronenberg. The film industry killed David Lynch’s career, maybe it can kill Cronenberg’s and maybe Fincher’s – ridding the world at last of the provocative Davids. Don’t miss it.
