One of writer-director David Cronenberg’s excellent string of films in
the 1980s (that also included Scanners, The Fly and Dead Ringers), Videodrome
is undoubtedly the most prophetic and prescient. A bizarre, surrealist
psycho-sexual explores through sado-masochism the characters’ pursuit of
transcendence beyond the physical flesh, Cronenberg touches upon what are on
the surface titillating matters but explores them with a great degree of
intelligence and respect. It precludes our increasing relationship(s) with
technology and the perversity of reality television, and as a technically
astute work, featuring a charged, pulsating score by Howard Shore and terrific
performances from James Woods and Debbie Harry, this is one of horror cinema’s
most thematically rich and dense pictures.
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