David Cronenberg's love story body horror extravaganza is that rare film that seems to never age. Like Carpenter's The Thing, Cronenberg knows that the monster is but icing on a cake doughnut slowly dissolving in man-fly bile. Coupled with Howard Shore's score, one of horror's most memorable taglines, and a shirtless gymnastic performance from Goldblum (swoon), The Fly is an unparalleled gross-out rumination on our relationship to technology. -- Andy Helmkamp