Cronenberg recaptures those terrible, horrible, horrible high moments with “Infinity Pool,” his latest tale of characters immersed in a kind of perpetual coldness. Everyone is detached and aloof. You understand that everyone has witnessed something that shattered a part of their mind, leaving behind hollow, violent shells that revel in the depraved. You don’t watch a Brandon Cronenberg movie to be entertained, you watch it to leave the theater a little more crazy than when you entered.
Author James Foster (Alexander Skarsgård) and his wealthy wife Em (Cleopatra Coleman) are vacationing at a luxury resort located in Li Tolqa (a fictional place, in case you were wondering). James wrote a book a while back and hasn’t done anything since. He hopes that maybe the holidays will reignite his creative energy, but mostly he just sits, relaxes in the sun and sleeps.
During his stay, James meets Gabby — played by newly minted horror queen Mia Goth, who can really go large here; bigger even than her fantastic turn in ‘Pearl’. Gabby declares herself a fan of James’ book, which immediately catches his attention. Gabby and her husband Al (Jalil Lespert) invite the Fosters on an excursion to a private beach — which they’re not actually supposed to, since there are strict rules about never leaving the resort gates. But James, who is clearly pining for Gabby, his number one fan, thinks it’s a good idea.
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