
Videodrome Still Gets Under the Skin
Videodrome still gets under the skin: a broadcast that changes the body, told through effects work built by hand, without apology.

Every film we have scored, from 1980s horror to what is in cinemas now.

Videodrome still gets under the skin: a broadcast that changes the body, told through effects work built by hand, without apology.

A hero, his lost love, a villain with an altered hand, and a grandfather's book, told again since 1987, still holding its charm.

A dark tale of youth and midnight peril in a shadowed town, where two brothers face a dread far beyond the ordinary.

A colder, harder chapter: the fighters run, a small teacher instructs the young hero, and a masked enemy waits in shadow.

Four boys walk a set of train tracks, seeking a body, and find grief, doubt, and bond instead. A quiet 1986 tale of youth.

A dead officer returns as a machine of steel in Verhoeven's grim, forceful tale of a fallen city and its ruling company.

A hero seeks a sacred Ark before soldiers of an old enemy can find it first, in a tale of narrow escapes and quick peril.

A boxer's ruin, shown without color or mercy — a study of a man none would wish to know, given in full by its lead.

A tale of the open road, where a stranger's mark binds a man unto a family that feeds after dark. Bigelow's vision, told plain and fast.

A city, a strange being, and four men with odd devices upon their backs: an old comedy of fright endures decades on.
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