I took a friend to see Splice on opening night, at the Court Street Theater in Brooklyn, where crowds regularly hoot, holler, and shout “Oh no he didn’t!” In short, the perfect venue for a science fiction-horror-sub nuclear family satire-hybrid. Nobody in those stadium seats knew what had hit them.
“You’re kidding!” I shouted toward the end, furious at the director for going there, and also stunned, that a guy who could write such whip-sharp dialogue would take his characters the direction he chose. It’s a dark, godless, place. But maybe that’s what they deserve.