I’m not a huge fan of the body horror genre and generally tend to veer away from it unless it’s an allegory for something profound. While open to interpretation, David Cronenberg’s The Fly (1986), for instance, is considered by many to be an allegory for the AIDS epidemic sweeping across the United States at that time. Isn’t Shinya Tsukamoto’s Tetsuo: The Iron Man (1989) a meditation on the dehumanization of our species in a brutally capitalist society? I believe Coralie Fargeat’s The Substance follows in a similar vein and carries a sweeping undercurrent of introspection. Bold, brazen, and brutal, Fargeat’s magnum opus was nominated for Best Picture at this year’s Academy Awards—no mean feat for a horror flick. The only other designated horror movie to make it to the podium in the best picture race in recent times is Jordan Peele’s Get Out...