Directed by: David Cronenberg.
Written by: David Cronenberg.
Starring: James Woods (Max Renn), Sonja Smits (Bianca O'Blivion), Deborah Harry (Nicki Brand), Peter Dvorsky (Harlan), Leslie Carlson (Barry Convex), Jack Creley (Brian O'Blivion), Lynne Gorman (Masha), Julie Khaner (Bridey), Reiner Schwartz (Moses), David Bolt (Raphael), Lally Cadeau (Rena King), Henry Gomez (Brolley).
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Cronenberg’s Videodrome belongs on a very short list of films that seemingly
gets more relevant as time passes. I think of films like Elia Kazan’s A Face in
the Crowd (1957) or Sidney Lumet’s Network (1976) that looked at the merging of
news and entertainment in ways that were meant to be satires when they were
made that resemble our current culture even more than the culture that produced
them. Videodrome is different, of course, because of its genre – a melding of
dystopian sci-fi (and no, I don’t really want to get into a debate about
whether Videodrome is really a dystopia or not – like the last time I brought
the film up – it’s close enough for me) and horror. Yet, unlike many alarmist
sci-fi films that paint a bleak view of the future that end up looking rather
dated and paranoid as time passes, Videodrome – which has crazy conspiracies
layered inside crazy conspiracies – looks almost prophetic.
The
film stars James Woods as one of his prototypical motor mouthed sleaze
characters. In this case, he’s playing Max Renn, the founder and President of a
low rent cable channel whose programming consists mainly of “soft core pornography
and hard core violence”. One of the earliest scenes in the movie has him
appearing on a TV panel show, where the host calls him out – wondering aloud if
his channel contributes to a culture of violence and sexual malaise. Renn gives
a standard answer about giving his viewers a “harmless outlet” for their
fantasies so they don’t have to act them out. A fellow panel member, Nicki
Brand (Deborah Harry) is a radio shrink who questions Renn’s assertions, but
isn’t above accepting his invitation to dinner. She thinks the culture has
become degraded and debased – but knows she’s no better than the rest. Also on
the panel is Professor Brian O’Blivion (Jack Creley) a media professor in the
Marshal McLuhan vein, who refuses to “appear on television, accept on a
television” – meaning he’s not in the studio, but a TV with his face on it is.
To him, culture has become such that “public life on TV is more real than
private life in the flesh”. Cronenberg’s use of the talk show really is kind of
brilliant – it allows him to quickly introduce three of the film’s main
characters – Max, Nicki and O’Blivion – and the films themes in a few short
minutes of exposition that would normally bog down a movie like this for its
entire first act. Cronenberg is able to get introduce some rather heady media
theory into the film from the start, in a way that feels organic to the movie
itself.
From
here, the movie becomes freer to explore its increasingly outlandish plot –
that nevertheless feels authentic in the film. An employee of Max’s, Harlan
(Peter Dvorsky) uses a “pirate satellite dish” and tracks down 58 seconds of a
show called “Videodrome” – that seems to be nothing but sexual torture. Later,
he’ll be able to get an entire hour long episode – which confirms that the show
has no plot, no real characters, no context – and simply consists of torture.
Max wants the show on his channel desperately. He’s tired of the soft stuff –
he wants something hard. Videodrome is hard. But it also starts screwing with
his head – giving him hallucinations. He cannot find who is responsible for the
show – until he is given one name – Professor Brian O’Blivion. He goes to see
him, and ends up talking to his daughter Bianca (Sonja Smits) instead. And the
dark secrets of Videodrome start spilling out.
I’m not
sure I can fully explain Videodrome – it may well take a Cronenberg or a
McLuhan or at least a media major to do so – but I also don’t think that it’s
fully necessary to get everything in the movie. Cronenberg’s overriding point –
something he will return to again and again – is the relationship between
technology and the flesh. You see it in his dryly intellectual student films
like Stereo and Crimes of the Future, and in his seemingly exploitation early
films like Shivers, Rabid, The Brood and Scanners – all of which are
interesting, none of which seem (to me anyway) to be fully successful.
Videodrome is Cronenberg’s first fully formed masterwork – something that
prefigures what he would on to do (perhaps even more successfully – at least at
times) in films such as The Fly, Dead Ringers, Naked Lunch, Crash and eXistenZ.
In Videodrome, Max slowly begins to be a hybrid creation between human and
television – the so-called “New Flesh” – and then exploited for personal gain
by those around him. As Professor O’Blivion explains on that talk show the TV
has become the “retina of the mind’s eye”. Cronenberg’s special effects in
Videodrome are grotesque – breathing videotapes inserted into a slit in Woods’
stomach, a gun that becomes grafted on his hand, a TV that literally reaches
out to touch Max – yet unforgettable. We’ll continue to see through his career
the merging of metal and flesh – of technology directing changing the body. The
film is about human beings becoming a sort of hybrid between themselves and
technology – something that more and more people are saying as humans become
increasingly “attached” to their smart phones and computers. The dystopian
future that Cronenberg depicts in Videodrome – which he smartly depicts as
regular 1980s society before he starts twisting it – may not be exactly what we
have got in 2014 – but it’s probably a lot closer than anyone expected it to be
31 years ago.
Recently
Tim Robey listed Videodrome as one of the top 10 most overrated films of all
time (ridiculous – in fact the whole list, as basically his argument against
most of the films on it is that they’re good, but not that good where I would think the most over rated films would be
bad films that people think are good – but I digress) and says that
Cronenberg’s other 1983 film – the studio project and Stephen King adaptation
The Dead Zone taught Cronenberg about narrative structure, which aided him in
the future. There is some (not a lot) of truth to that. After Videodrome and
The Dead Zone, Cronenberg was able to get his more heady ideas into more
audience friendly movies – although he still makes films that could be
described as deliberately alienating, like his recent Cosmopolis. The Fly
(1986) is a more polished film that addresses some of the same themes as
Videodrome. Yet Videodrome remains fascinating – and in some ways a more pure
distillation of Cronenberg’s worldview. Roger Ebert described it as one of
“least entertaining films ever made” – but Cronenberg wasn’t trying to
entertain with Videodrome. In the film, I think he accomplished exactly what he
set out to do.
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