The Dead Zone

My girlfriend says the The Dead Zone doesn’t feel like a David Cronenberg movie. In some ways, I don’t think it does either. Mainly because the weirdness is more settle than usual.

Still, it does have that cold vibe that makes you feel alone and cold and hopeless, like Sunday afternoons…From the powerhouse classical score through the clinical romance to the ugly raw psychic vision of the rapist who threatens his victim with barber scissors to the nasty suicide scene and the abrubt ending. You just don’t notice immediately because the bleakness is more subtle here. The Dead Zone gives you only a shot of the toxic potion  that that soaked every scene in Videodrome.

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