The Canadian horror-meister turned grisly auteur with The Fly, and
never returned to his roots in B-Movie horror, loaded with wit and
intelligence, best seen in Videodrome. His films remain preoccupied
with the body, the perverting power of industry and the dangers of
scientific endeavour, but now his cinematic palette is that of a master
film-maker. The fact that he has adapted ‘unfilmable' novels like
Naked Lunch and Crash indicates his talent at expounding the dark,
sexual angst that festers in us all. He literally likes to get under our
skin.
