In the years before David Cronenberg's filmography included subjects like William Burroughs and Sigmund Freud the Canadian director was the king of cerebral splatter - and sure, that combination may make for limited competition so his cornering the crown on it might not have been challenging, but being in his audience to watch the end product often was. Packed to bursting with meaty rage monsters, sex monsters and general pulsating goopus his films through the 70's and much of the 80's delved deep into humanity's strange, rotten recesses. Shivers, The Brood, Videodrome, Scanners & The Fly all seem to be part of the director's picking at the question of what makes us human.. and they often involved sifting through the entrails literally. That's the part that stuck with me as a kid. What cinema-going childhood of the eighties would really have been complete without the sight of Michael Ironside chewing scenery and using his vein-popping psychokinetic powers to blow up someone's head? Yep, it's quite a legacy. I only mention all of this because of a photo of the director that I strayed across a while back which absolutely had to be shared - it's probably from 1982, maybe 83.. During Videodrome's production period. And I'm not certain if it's a totally latex James Woods, or some part of him is the real James Woods, but either way, that's a fun day at work. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, may I present David Cronenberg and his fistful of gizzards.