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VIDEODROME

1983 CA HMDB
February 4, 1983

As the president of a trashy TV channel, Max Renn is desperate for new programming to attract viewers. When he happens upon "Videodrome," a TV show dedicated to gratuitous torture and punishment, Max sees a potential hit and broadcasts the show on his channel. However, after his girlfriend auditions for the show and never returns, Max investigates the truth behind Videodrome and discovers that the graphic violence may not be as fake as he thought.

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Production: Pierre David (Executive Producer)Claude Héroux (Producer)Victor Solnicki (Executive Producer)
Screenplay: David Cronenberg (Writer)
Music: Howard Shore (Original Music Composer)
Cinematography: Mark Irwin (Director of Photography)

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Alessio Gradogna
Max Renn, owner of a cable porn TV channel, accidentally discovers a clandestine station that broadcasts only torture, mutilation, and murder. Overcoming his initial repulsion, he becomes fascinated by the morbidity of the images broadcast, investigates their origin, and gradually comes to understand, on his own skin, how that TV signal is in reality a kind of tumor that enters his brain like a drug, leading him, in a paroxysmal spiral of madness, to dependence and murder. One of Cronenberg's most complex films, master in bringing to life the themes dear to his poetry (the mutation of the body, tumorous excrescences that insinuate themselves into the human being until they modify its appearance and behaviors), borrowed and expanded towards a postmodern logic that puts forward the absolute condemnation of the television medium (which, precisely at that time, early 1980s, was beginning to definitively penetrate individual consciences), a true artificial prosthesis of the senses and hypnotic instrument from which it becomes impossible to escape. The fall of an excellent James Woods into madness is for Cronenberg the fall of the human race itself, inexorably attracted by violence and morbidity (as it will be, further exaggerating its meaning, in "Crash") and unable to control its mind. Woods first inserts a videotape inside his own body, then physically enters the television (thanks to the excellent special effects of Rick Baker), and the reality that surrounds him takes on indefinite and dreamlike contours where the boundary between morality and perversion is annulled in favor of an uncontrolled voyeurism that compromises the brain cells of the man naturally driven to his own destruction. Thus, Cronenberg announces with great foresight the dangers inherent in the spasmodic use of the television medium, and twenty years later we cannot but affirm that he was fully right. Television devours us at every moment, and James Woods in "Videodrome" is just one of the many victims, swallowed by the loss of all division between reality and fiction.
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6 /10

"Max" (James Woods) runs a television channel that specialises in adult content. Always on the look out for new and more innovative and shocking content, he stumbles upon a brief series of satellite images that tantalise him. It's on a television talk show that he meets "Nicki" (Debbie Harry) who has a penchant for sex with a twist - and that not only turns them both on, but furthers his desire to obtain his newly found (and pretty violent) content for his Channel 83 output. The other guest on that show is the renowned "Prof. Oblivion" (Jack Creley) who prognosticates that one day the reality of television and video will replace the "real" reality. These threads slowly all tie together when "Nicki" decides that she is going to star in this new "Videodrome" enterprise and "Renn" must now reconcile his concern for her safety with his mounting need to acquire the show. This film is surreal and bizarre and yet it's still quite effective at illustrating the most visceral aspects of human nature - sex, venality, lust - even pain; and the visual effects (particularly towards the last fifteen minutes) must have been particularly effective. It's a bit on the sordid side - not that that's necessarily a bad thing, but at times the seaminess of it all is distracting from the more interesting and provocative aspects of the narrative. Time hasn't been very kind to it either, the effects have lost much of their potency now and the acting is mediocre at best. It is well worth a watch, but I'm not sure that will be the case for very much longer.

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