January 17, 1981 [Scanners]

David Cronenberg must be destroyed.

Scanners rushes along the electric wires of our heads, and the resulting wet BOOM is only fair, given the urge to figure out our own brains in order to do what we want with others’. And Cronenberg shows us what a messy business business is, mind-control SF mumbo-jumbo smoke-screening a sinister Canadian fit, grossing us out by turning the inside outside--a Thalidomide Bride of Frankenstein married to the Psychotronic Man, willing you to die, monster, die.