Yes, The Fly is getting remade again. No, it's not necessary. Yes, I have never been more interested in a remake in my life. Why? Because David Cronenberg is the best director still walking this Earth and making movies. The Fly is the second best horror film of all time. These are facts. They are not malleable, they are carved in unobtanium and frozen in carbonite.

Okay, so maybe that's a little bit of hyperbole, but it goes to show just how highly I regard the filmmaker and that particular film. So if he wants to return to a film he made in 1986 in 2009 and remake it, I say bring it on. It could be a Michael Haneke'esque shot-for-shot remake of the original Jeff Goldblum, Gena Davis awesomeness, and I'd be okay with it. Because it's David Freaking Cronenberg and The Freaking Fly reunited once again (in something that isn't a stage musical).

Now the bad news is that David Cronenberg will be working with 20th Century Fox on the picture. Things have changed just a tad in the 23 years since Cronenberg first brought The Fly to the studio. Fox has garnered a reputation in the last few years of being particularly restrictive of directorial vision (both Matthew Vaughn walking off of X-Men 3 and all of the overrides Alex Proyas received during the production of I, Robot comes to mind), so the only thing that could possibly make me lose interest in the project would be if Cronenberg gets shoved aside in order to serve some higher studio agenda.

Obviously details are still too fetal at this stage to be talking about casting and cameos for Jeff Goldblum and Gena Davis, let alone concrete plot details. All that's really known is from this THR Risky Biz Blog reporting that Cronenberg is in talks with Fox to both write and direct a remake of his remake of the 1958 film by Kurt Neumann. My no-chance-in-hell hopes are that Cronenberg tweaks the screenplay only slightly enough to update it to the year 2009, but still casts Goldblum as the scientist whose teleportation-gone-wrong experiment fuses his body with a while, and Davis as the love-interest reporter covering his mad genius.

It'd give the whole film a wonderful sense that their heartbreaking story - and I do truly think it is heartbreaking - exists outside of time or logic, that this experiment will always happen, that men will always reach beyond their understanding, and that fusing a telepod with an abomination will always end with a shotgun blast that brings a tear to my eye.