I understand if watching fingernails and jaws falling off, corrosive vomit melting body parts to bloody stumps, and baboons being reduced to puddles of writhing flesh doesn’t get you in the mood. But trust me, The Fly is one of the most romantic movies I’ve ever seen. Maybe not a sexy one — not in the long run, anyway — and certainly not a feel-good one. But it’s a moving story of doomed love.

