In writer/director David Cronenberg’s visionary masterpiece, reality is television, television is reality, Blondie’s Debbie Harry is incendiary and James Woods is freakier than ever. It’s dangerous, exciting and remarkably alive. And more than that, it’s nearly unfathomable that a major Hollywood studio would ever dare release something so heroically audacious. Eternal thanks, Universal — any chance we’ll get a theme park ride? But no joke, Videodrome is essential midnight movie brain fuel: it thrills, titillates and enlightens. Prophetic sci-fi spirituality perfectly melds with the filmmaker’s trademark obsessions, the entire cast is game for outrageous opportunities, and the flick blazes along at a lightning clip. Plus, there’s ultra-gooey Rick Baker effects (a tape-eating abdominal vagina!), a hypnotic Howard Shore synth-and-string score, plenty of kinky sex possibilities, and more than enough provocative ideas/hyper-stimulated video hallucinations to totally scorch your melon. It’s no surprise that Andy Warhol called it a Clockwork Orange for the ‘80s.
Dir. David Cronenberg, 1982, 35mm, 87 min.

Watch Cinefamily’s original trailer for “Videodrome”! WARNING: this one’s NSFW.