Film

Videodrome

Name: Videodrome
Genre: Horror, Science Fiction, Mystery
Released: 1983
Cast: James Woods, Debbie Harry, Sonja Smits, Peter Dvorsky, Leslie Carlson

Cronenberg's fever dream about a sleazy cable programmer who stumbles onto a snuff broadcast that starts rewriting his body and his sense of reality. Gooey, slow-building, deeply paranoid, and more interested in ideas than jump scares — a film about what television does to the people who make it and the people who watch it. Not for the squeamish, but essential viewing for anyone curious about body horror with a brain.

TMDb rating

7.3

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