In a future with toxic air, a model takes a drug causing a transformation. She tries reversing it but learns her mutations could save humanity.
There are two kinds of movies in this world: those that make you question your existence, and those that make you question the sanity of whoever greenlit the script. “The Fix” teeters somewhere in the middle, like a three-legged stool holding up a wobbly Jenga tower of ambition.
The premise alone—future dystopia, toxic air, and a model popping a transformative drug—sounds like the kind of thing you’d overhear from a philosophy major at a rooftop party who’s “between gigs.” And yet, here I am, watching Grace Van Dien sprout what can only be described as “X-Men meets The Fly” vibes while Daniel Sharman broods nearby, looking like he’s auditioning for a cologne ad called Angst. Oh, and Clancy Brown? Well, let’s just say, The Kurgan is still out here showing folks how it’s done.
Let’s start with the highlight, shall we? Clancy Brown. The man, the myth, the gravelly-voiced legend. Whether he’s running the Shawshank prison, battling immortals in Highlander, or showing up here as some cryptic scientist, Clancy Brown is the cinematic equivalent of hot sauce—you put him in, and suddenly everything has flavor.
In The Fix, Brown struts around dispensing vague advice about mutations and salvation like he’s Gandalf at Burning Man. Honestly, without him, the film might have sunk into the murky depths of straight-to-streaming obscurity faster than you can say, “Was that guy in Starship Troopers?”
Grace Van Dien gives it her all, playing a model whose career goes south faster than my New Year’s resolutions. After breathing in more toxic air than a guy stuck behind a bus on the freeway, she decides, “Why not take an untested drug?” As one does.
The transformation sequences are like watching a butterfly emerge from a cocoon if that butterfly was really into horror flicks and body horror aesthetics. Sure, it’s derivative of The Fly, but hey, I’ll take Grace’s creepy metamorphosis over Jeff Goldblum’s sweaty breakdown any day.
Then there’s Daniel Sharman, who spends most of the movie looking like he’s waiting for his Starbucks order to be called. His character exists somewhere between “concerned love interest” and “plot device,” and honestly, it’s hard to tell which one he’s supposed to lean into. Sharman is capable of more, so I’m chalking this one up to a script that was written in 2 AM panic mode.
Now, let’s talk about the supposed “big bad.” I don’t want to name names, but if you’re going to cast a villain in a dystopian body horror flick, they should probably have more menace than a wet paper towel. This guy squeals, snivels, and schemes like a second-rate Bond henchman who didn’t read the fine print. By the time the climactic showdown rolls around, you’re not scared—you’re embarrassed for him.
Ah, the ending. The part of the movie where everything is supposed to come together, leaving you breathless and satisfied. Instead, The Fix ends like a fireworks show where the grand finale is just one guy holding a sparkler. There’s potential in the concept—mutations saving humanity—but it’s wrapped up in such a hasty, slapdash way that you’ll be tempted to rewind and see if you missed something. Spoiler: you didn’t.
The Fix is like ordering a $20 cocktail that looks amazing but tastes like regret. Clancy Brown shines, Grace Van Dien impresses, and the premise is intriguing, but the execution is a mixed bag. The villain flops, and the ending leaves you scratching your head harder than a mosquito bite.
So, what’s the final score? Let’s call it a 5.5/10.
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