When Julianne Moore won Her Academy Award for her spellbinding performance as the slowly spiralling Alice in “Still Alice” this year, few argued her deserving of such accolade but those who had witnessed her turn in Cronenberg’s latest (just a couple of months previous) wondered whether the wrong performance got the praise. Definitely less palatable for the Oscar crowd than “Still Alice”, Bruce Wagner’s incendiary and Tinsel town baiting screenplay doesn’t so much “Bite” the hand that feeds as shove it knuckle deep down it’s throat before flipping it the bile smeared bird.

Picking away at the scabs of stardom and finding delusion, obsession and a deep well of cynicism festering underneath, the contemporary touches never feeling forced or contrived, just …….of its time. It’s another one that pays dividends to not read up on too much beforehand and plays along like a Greek tragedy with a Twitter account at moments.

There’s almost a David Lynchian Echo reverberating throughout that brings to mind other movies( Brian Yuzna’s “Society” was chief for me personally) but it’s far from derivative, Mia Wasikowska’s Agatha,John Cusack’s clinical, cynical self help book author and Evan Bird’s obnoxious li’l fuck of a child star all hold their story threads together but it’s Moore’s raw Powerhouse of a performance that you’ll be remembering come the closing credits.

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