Videodrome (1983): a pirate broadcast of torture causes hallucinations, a brain tumor, and finally bodily transformation in Max Renn, whose hand becomes a gun and abdomen a VCR slot. Cronenberg built it from a childhood memory of picking up late-night signals from Buffalo, and from Marshall McLuhan's media theory, the medium literally rewriting the sensorium.
The retrospective reading everyone makes: 1983's fever dream is 2026's Tuesday, bodies curved around feeds, attention harvested, hallucination scheduled. The film is quoted less as horror than as prophecy that undershot.
The Jorjani-adjacent reading: against the Demiurge's perfect grid, total control, total order, the new flesh is openness to mutation, the glitch as escape hatch. Where Gnosticism sought exit from the prison of matter, Videodrome proposes corrupting the prison's material itself, salvation by error.
Is the signal corrupting the flesh, or is the flesh overdue for its update?