‘Together’ Review: Dave Franco and Alison Brie Are a Couple Falling Apart (and Fusing) in a Loony-Tunes Bash About the Body Horror of Love

variety.com:

Owen Gleiberman Chief Film Critic Body horror is having a moment. Not that it ever went away. It’s been with us, in an official gross-out capacity, ever since the term was coined around the films of David Cronenberg, who invented body horror as we know it — squishy, fleshy, and, in a weird way, brainy.

Cronenberg has always been a filmmaker of ideas; the ickier his images of body mutation get, the surer you can be that it’s all a heady metaphor.

In recent years, other directors, like Luca Guadagnino (“Suspiria”) and Julia Ducournau (“Titane”), have taken up the body-horror mantle, and I think we saw a body-horror apotheosis with “The Substance,” in which the cathartic climax — the heroine exploding into a monster mass of festering flesh — felt like the ultimate metaphor for what happens when you mess with the flesh that God gave you. “Together” is a Sundance movie that premiered under the festival’s Midnight banner, which means that it’s basically allowed to be the opposite of everything most Sundance movies are.

It’s the rare film-festival horror film that could wind up playing in megaplexes, the way “The Substance” did. Not that it’s nearly as good; this is more of an unhinged roller-coaster acid-trip if-it-looks-weird-do-it freak-out of a movie.