Though the actors’ imperative to “use it” presumes that every feeling’s instrumental function may be clear, graspable, and harmless, there’s a well-documented dark side to improvisational energy, to working without scripts and roles; boundaries that protect as well as corral.
"Here, liminal, suspended between floors, everything is left to imagination."
The moment I always return to isn’t one of Videodrome’s spectacular set pieces, but it is what I consider the film’s Cronenberg turn: the instant you understand that that’s what you’re watching, where the film admits its appetite for what bodies can stand and do.