Directed by David Cronenberg
Well that was gross. It was extremely difficult finding a non disgusting picture to use for this post. Unfortunately, I was not able to do it and we all now have to look at James Woods. Okay, that was pretty mean but there is no denying Woods' sleaze factor.
Mark Renn is the president of a seedy tv station that specializes in soft core pornography. He comes across Videodrome, a broadcast that continually shows snuff tv. Max is ordered to pirate it for his station, since apparently it is the future of tv. Sigh. Anyway, the film really goes off the rails at this point and I can't really explain any more of the plot.
Like I said, this film was absolutely revolting. There is no doubt that the special effects artists were doing their best to induce vomit in their audience. Kudos. You guys are the real heroes. The film's plot is completely ridiculous and nonsensical, although I suppose it was only there to hammer home its message about the future of entertainment. Perhaps being hypocritical was an artistic decision. Ick.
Andy Warhol called this film A Clockwork Orange of the 1980s.