Videodrome deals with the nature of the human body and its relationship to new technology expressed through gory special effects and loaded with vaginal imagery; in short, your typical Cronenberg movie. As is the case with most of his films, Cronenberg seems to deliberately confound the viewer as though he wants no one to understand the point. Yet, so often his highly intriguing themes are overshadowed by a juvenile desire to be challenging and obscure as well as distasteful. Interesting theories about hyperreality, the postmodern condition, and a world fueled by the image are only half-developed and then in a manner which only makes them half-accessible. What you are left with is a quarter of a good film.