Videodrome
Brian O'Blivion: [to Max Renn]
Your reality is already HALF video hallucination. If you're not careful, it will become TOTAL hallucination. You'll have to learn to live in a very strange new world.
Ain't that the f@ckin truth.
It's been decades since I've watched
Videodrome. And when I did, it was always late night, while I was very, very high. Which was more than just a little ideal for this hallucinogenic festival with a dark prophecy of what lurked around the corner of TV and video watching at the time it came out.
A macabre, sexually charged romp through our violence-influenced nightmares where TVs pulsate sexually; desiring to be whipped, video tapes moan and can be inserted into more than merely video players and all of this delving into a Lovecraft-esque nightmare world.
Croneberg's disturbed vision is executed exceedingly well and is well deserving of it's cult position. With both James Wood and Blondie's Debbie Harry portraying our hosts into the nefarious world of Videodrome.
Quite the solid nomination for this HoF.