ryan’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Maybe the next one, darling. Maybe the next one."
you're not sexually satisfied until you're fucking dead, i guess. theoretically, pretty similar to Videodrome. Cronenberg seems inspired by a lot of the same texts, this time transcribing the theory to a different technology: cars. Cronenberg visualizes an expanded anatomy where genitals morph into motorized vehicles and the results are... really funny. I dunno who I love more in this movie: Elias Koteas breathing down James Spader's neck, basically inhaling him and later delicately inspecting Deborah Kara Unger's left nipple or Unger herself, letting every word just slither out of her mouth like she's sleepwalking
originally watching this at age 11 explains a lot about who i am today tbh