Imagine you are David Cronenberg, a filmmaker but also a parent. You tell your kids that your job is making movies; naturally, they want to see one. So which do you show them? "Scanners," with its exploding heads? "Rabid," where porn-star Marilyn Chambers drinks human blood? Or maybe "The Fly," where Jeff Goldblum transmogrifies into a gnarly-looking insectoid creature? Maybe not.

For director Brandon Cronenberg, it was "Fast Company," a forgotten director-for-hire B movie about car racing: "I saw it when I was very young and watched it a lot of times on an old VHS tape, because it was just cars and fun. Going back to it now, it's hilarious. I've seen most of (my father's movies) now, but I still haven't seen all of them, and I started watching in my teens. But it wasn't a big deal, I didn't obsess over them."

Many filmmakers talk about how, after having a few acclaimed films, they feel the pressure of expectations to live up to their previous work. That must be even worse when you come to a project with the name Cronenberg attached.