The Shrouds is a drama with elements of body horror about a businessman Karsh(Vincent Cassel) who's grief over the death of his wife Becca(Diane Kruger) caused him to obsess over her dead body such that he invented a shroud to watch her decompose through a screen on her gravestone and via an app GraveTech, which he commodifies into a business for other mourners.
Cassel is awkward, uncompelling, and one-note. He's not bad as a heavy but he ain't a leading man, at least he's not pulling it off here. Kruger is much better, playing the deceased wife, her sister, and voicing Karsh's digital assistant but the issue really is the script which is both overly complicated and profoundly boring, like a sad pathetic boomer's meditation on their impending death as well as their child-like technological misunderstanding.
Writer/director David Cronenberg recently said he doesn't find the theatrical experience "all that great" and that certainly shows here both in the uninspired dull screenplay as well as the flat, washed out, lethargic cinematography, with a movie like this David I don't want to watch it in a theater or otherwise! Cronenberg has always been inconsistent and like many of his lauded contemporaries he shouldn't write: Cosmopolis -shit, Maps To The Stars- great. Thematically The Shrouds is so confused and dumb, misogynistic and small-minded, it postures at depth and provocation but ultimately is pompous, anemic, and facile.
Worst of the year contender.
Currently in theaters.
Don't See It.














