The most lucid movie ever made about the links between
technology, pornography and that shriveled organ called the conscience,
David Cronenberg’s Videodrome is no less traumatizing in
the age of RedTube. The key is in James Woods. (Actually, a lot of
things wind up in James Woods: a VHS tape, several arms and a gun.) His
alarm at developing new orifices with each S&M viewing is muted by
his reptilian gratification: He’s calm because he’s turned on, in every
sense. Like most of Cronenberg’s work, this Toronto tumor gallery
(presented by my BAM series) is about how sex means never having to say
- Showing at: Laurelhurst.
- Best paired with: New Belgium Biere de Mars.
- Also showing: Hugo (Academy, Kennedy School, Laurelhurst, St. Johns, Valley).