Videodrome

Max’s stussy (stomach pusssy) was RAN THROUGH they were putting literally EVERYTHING in there good lord — Anyway this was a very stylish film, but then again Debbie Harry was in it so it had to be. I loved the sleazy 80s practical effects and all the mindfuckery. The hallucinations made the overarching message a bit confusing to follow at times but in a fun, whimsical way. I liked that it allowed the viewer in on the fun and let us guess what was real or not. Not to sound like I am 80 years old or something but I think there are too many movies nowadays that hold your hand through the entire experience. You get told that this character is good and this one is bad and you should root for the good one because of this and that and friendship is magic and violence is bad but only if the bad guy does it; there is absolutely no need to use your brain when the media you consume does all the thinking for you.  Videodrome is not like that. Videodrome pushes you into the deep end of the pool and forces you to swim— or drown. It seduces you into several fucked up ideologies and leaves you all twisted up on the inside by the end of it, and that is FUN.