There is no doubt that no matter what Brandon Cronenberg  decided to make as his first movie, the shadow of his father would loom  large. So whether it just runs in the family, or if it was a calculated  decision to do something audiences would expect from the Cronenberg  mantle, full credit to Brandon for taking body horror to the next level  with "Antiviral." While hardly perfect, it delivers the  freak fest fans of David have been missing for the past few years while  establishing Brandon as a filmmaker with a bright future.      A constantly glowering, long haired Caleb Landry Jones  leads the picture as Syd March, an employee of the Lucas Clinic who  trade in a rather bizarre business. In the world of the film, celebrity  obsession has jumped a few levels, and Lucas allows clients to inject  themselves with the same virus or illness their favorite stars catch. A  unique scientific development allows Lucas to modify the diseases so  they're not contagious. But of course, as with any trade involving  pharmaceuticals, there's a black market, and Syd has carved out a unique  niche. Using his own body as a vessel to smuggle diseases out of Lucas,  Syd hooks up with Arvid (Joe Pingue), a twisted butcher who sells cuts of meat grown from celebrity cells, to sell his pilfered wares.
               
          
 Syd's game is dangerous one, but in a world where the body is just  another commodity, it's not beyond reason that he doesn't have much  regard for his own health. After a collegue is fired for engaging in the  same sort of shady dealings, Syd is sent on a house call to the hotel  room of the beautiful and famous Hannah Geist (Sarah Gadon).  Lucas has the exclusive rights to her to her sickness, and they're  eager to get a sample of the disease that has nearly killed her. Of  course, Syd realizes there'll be tremendous interest from his own  clientele and injects himself with her sample. But Hannah winds up dead,  and Syd is sent tumbling down a rabbit hole where he has to survive  long enough to cure himself, all while navigating a rapidly unfolding  conspiracy.      Brandon Cronenberg is clearly eager to make a name for himself and like  most young film directors, "Antiviral" is bursting with visual  flourishes and ideas. Cronenberg adopts a sterile aesthetic -- there are  a lot of white, minimalist rooms -- a deeply mannered storytelling  technique from the performances through to the pacing, that recalls Julia Leigh's "Sleeping Beauty" to a certain degree (the opening title treatment is not unlike "Antichrist"  either). But unfortunately, these tics get in the way of the movie.  Specifically, the film's momentum and sense of suspense is constantly  being held back rather than enhanced, by the actors' delivery. And this  isn't helped by a script that takes nearly half the running the time  before the story really gets moving.
 
But where Cronenberg really shines are in the ideas he brings to the table. While Matteo Garrone  struggled to say anything new about celebrity with his competition film  "Reality," "Antiviral" delivers the satire that was absent in that  film. "Antivral" is morbidly funny, using the current panty shot/cell  phone pic driven media world as a launching pad to take it to an absurd  new place that he makes you believe could be somewhat possible. The tone  toes that line fairly, expertly both acknowledging the surreal nature  of the premise, while leaning just enough on this side of reality that  one could see as somehow happening down the road. "Celebrities are not  people, they're group hallucinations," Syd's boss says at one point, and  there's more than a kernel of truth in that observation.      Though it takes a bit to get rolling, and while it's flawed in ways  that many first features are, Brandon's first film shows tremendous  promise. The second half is where "Antiviral" really shows off his  stuff, with a deliciously dark streak and an undeniably unique narrative  that goes to some fascinating, twisted places. It's exactly the oddball  and crooked tale you'd want and expect from a Cronenberg with all the  gratuitous blood, pus, bone and multiple closeups of needles piercing  skin you could ask for. Dad, would be proud. [B-]