Max (James Woods) is the president of a sleazy cable television channel that specializes in soft-core porn and excessive violence. As glamorous as that life is, Max is always on the lookout for new shows to push the envelope and shock his desensitized viewers. He's not picky about his sources, either; one day he gets called in to his team's pirate satellite room, where they hijack whatever programming they choose. Here, Max first witnesses Videodrome. It's a show where masked men beat/torture someone for hours. It's brutal. It's uncomfortable to watch. It might even show real people really dying. In fact, it's perfect for Max's channel! For a while after Videodrome starts airing on Max's channel, things go pretty well for the man. He makes a television appearance, gets some notoriety, and meets a new girlfriend (Deborah Harry) who enjoys violent/kinky sex. Personally, I would be frightened by anyone who, in an erotic moment, asked "Wanna try some things?" and pulled out a knife. I, however, am not James Woods.
|"I want to put out my cigarettes on your flesh. Does that make you horny?"|
While not the strangest film I have ever seen, Videodrome is a weird experience. James Woods is pretty decent in the lead role, although I found his "roll with the weirdness" attitude a little unbelievable; if I noticed that I had grown a stomach-vagina, I would go to the hospital. James Woods, on the other hand, uses it as storage for his handgun. Of course, with all the bizarre things that his character experiences in this movie, a certain amount of desensitization is inevitable, but I would have liked one moment where he appeared genuinely frightened.
|Like, maybe when his gun grows into his arm|
|For instance, no one reacted to this|
The fact that Videodrome was written and directed by David Cronenberg should not come as a surprise to anyone familiar with his work. It's bizarre and gory and has a plot that is designed to mess with your head, which were all his calling cards in the 1980s.
I'm not sure what this says about me, but one of the most disturbing things I saw in this film was this male dancer's outfit. Seriously, I stopped and rewound because I was laughing over the dialogue.