If everybody could stop Facebooking and blogging about “Videodrome” (1983), that’d be just fine.
I will never understand this movie. It has been described as “postmodern,” and that is a word I cannot understand, despite looking it up and having friends explain it to me. (Seriously. And that somehow makes the intellectual emasculation I feel by “Videodrome” even worse.)
I still insist that this “classic” is unpleasant and incomprehensible. The following is all that I can glean:
1) There are televisions. The televisions are bad.
2) People join a cult or something.
3) James Woods loses his everlovin’ MIND, and starts shouting … political tirades? He … wants to start a revolution? But whose side is he on? IS HE FOR OR AGAINST THE TELEVISIONS?
4) This movie makes VHS tapes more disturbing than, say … the “VHS” horror movies.
5) Debbie Harry is in there somewhere. Debbie, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Sing me “Rapture,” Debbie.
6) That girl WAS Debbie Harry, right?