We've watched movies by almost all of the best modern horror directors. Romero, Craven, Raimi, Carpenter, Hooper, Bava, Argento, Barker, De Palma, Corman, Spielberg, Dante, Lynch and especially the one name you're outraged I missed. But there is one glaring, moist, mucus-y omission, David Cronenberg.
Barbara Steele was great at identifying promising young directors. We saw her in Jonathan Demme's first movie Caged Heat. Four years later she was in Joe Dante's first, I'm going to say, "real" movie, Piranha. In between she starred in some Canadian's first theatrical movie after a string of TV jobs, Shivers.
I have two memories from my childhood related to Videodrome. The first was just my impression while watching it, thinking this is the sickest shit from the dark corners of obscure horror movies. I never thought the person behind it would become a well-respected director making major motion pictures.
The second is me telling my third grade teacher that I'd seen the movie. I knew she was a horror movie fan, and that's why I told her, but she seemed disturbed that I had seen it. In retrospect, I was 8. In conclusion, my parents were the best!
Here's what happened last week:
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