Tag: Jack Creley

  • Videodrome (1983)

    Conventional wisdom goes something like this: “David Cronenberg’s films are so damn grotesque because of hisĀ  personal distaste for the flesh.” I used to agree. But watching Shivers helped me realize I had it all backwards. If anything, The Flesh is David Cronenberg’s not-so-secret hero. That’s why he continually returns to stories that center around […]