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Why do Transgender people love Cronenberg?

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It starts on a Friday night with pizza, wine, and some cookies I pick up from the bodega. We all talk for a while, then, after accidentally clicking the awful movie of the same name from 2004, we begin Crash by David Cronenberg. Everyone else in the room is either transmasc or a trans woman. We’re all in our mid-late twenties. Someone should make a sitcom about us. 

Crash! 

I’m worried at first; we’re here because of me, and if someone doesn’t like the movie, it’s my stupid fault. During one of the early post-crash scenes, Charlotte tosses off a quick “that’s what my bottom surgery looked like” over a shot of Ballard’s (the film’s protagonist) scar. And we’re off. We cheer on the sex scenes. Oggle the car crashes. We cast the movie among the seven of us. Em is Vaughan. Dev is Ballard. Charlotte’s seen the movie before. She waits for the scene where Seagrave and Vaughan plan their recreation of the Jayne Mansfield car crash, and when Seagrave says, “I want tits out to here,” she pulls out the sniper: “Christian, that’s you!!” 

After it’s over, we all go outside. They smoke cigarettes. We talk about our favorite scenes. The one where Vaughan and Ballard have sex and then crash cars into each other stands out. Then we go inside and listen to Charlie XCX until it’s time for everyone to go home. 

To the trans folks I know, Cronenberg is cool.

Why Do Trans People Love Cronenberg?

This isn’t an isolated incident — a lot of trans people like Cronenberg. I’m far from the first person to make this observation. Cronenberg focuses, with monk-like dedication, on bodily transformations. His films are about humans evolving, often through some kind of new technology, into something else. Characters revel in the transformation. They’re sympathetic; bodily change makes them happy. Some characters object, but they’re usually the antagonists. Without fail, Cronenberg makes these changes sticky, gory, perverted, cold, unflattering—there’s a reason why it’s called body horror, not body romance. The transformation often ends in death, so if what we see is so horrible, why do the characters not perceive it that way? They must be seeing and experiencing something different than us. We, as trans people, are always on the outside of someone else’s joy. The trans connection is obvious, and the filmmaker, while not doing it on purpose, is aware of it.

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“Body is reality. I want to change my reality. That means I have to change my body.”- David Cronenberg

We can talk about subtext all day, but I want evidence. I want it in the flesh. I want to watch a bunch of Cronenberg films and talk about them with my trans friends.

The Quiet Part Out Loud

After our late night watching Crash, I slept late and met up with my buddy Day for coffee. The conversation naturally shifts to ExistenZ. She hits me with a “he’s great, but I don’t know why all his movies have plots. If you want to film hot TV actors fingering each other’s VR holes, you can just do that.” 

The next night, my cis friend Archer comes over. We make giant cookies and eat them while watching Scanners. I take a picture of Michael Ironside in the scene where he has an eye drawing taped over the hole he drilled in his head and send it to Emerson. “Who ain’t drilled a hole or two these days?” she replies. 

But it’s Monday that I’m really excited about. Meg and I are going to talk about Crimes of the Future. Meg was there for the Crash viewing but was quiet. Our schedules don’t line up, so we watch the movie on our own and meet at a bar. We grab a table in the corner and nerd out.

Crimes has the most trans subtext we’ve seen in a Cronenberg film. It features a subculture of people who modify their organs so they can eat plastic to survive in a world falling apart. A child is born naturally with these organs, and it horrifies the mother so much that she kills her kid. Meg introduces me to the concept of bioessentialism, the belief that the way things were biologically created is the way they should always be. She points out that the antagonists in the movie hold on to an old-fashioned vision of humanity that reflects some abstract view of “nature,” not lived-in experience. 

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Bioessentialism leads to acts of terror in Crimes of the Future, and ours as well. “Nature” is a big stumbling block for conservatives and many status-quo liberals. They can comfort themselves that cis gay people were “born this way,” but looking hard at trans people forces them to confront what it means to step against nature to create yourself.

Meg also points out that when you combine the oft-quoted slogan in Videodrome (“long live the new flesh”) with the motto in Crimes  (“surgery is the new sex”), you get “long live the new sex.”

Do with that what you will. 

The New Flesh

It ends with Charlotte. She comes over Tuesday night and steals some makeup for me. We watch Videodrome, the movie that sparked my love of Cronenberg. She hasn’t seen this one before, and it’s a true joy to watch her experience some of the insane visual effects for the first time. She laughs and writhes. 

At Day’s suggestion, I drop all thoughts about the plot. I study the VR holes. I watch how Max Renn is transformed by his new world, how he gazes at the abyss of his TV, and how excited he is when his body opens up for the first time. Charlotte points out that so many of Cronenberg’s movies are about a person who thinks they’re extreme but eventually find someone much more hardcore than themselves. They follow down this path of extremity to death or transcendence. Sometimes they act out of joy, sometimes out of fear, but most of the time, they’re driven forward by a stoic resolve: things have to change; they don’t know or care why. They’ll have time later on to figure that out.

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We get to the end of the film. 

After eliminating the executives responsible for the titular Videodrome, Max is informed he has to take one last step. Nicki Brand, played by Debbie Harry, appears on TV and says, “You’ve gone as far as you can with the way things are now.” And I feel a tug. As he’s learned to embrace the transmogrification of the body, Max’s body has shifted and grown, but now he has to completely leave it behind. 

“In order for the new flesh to live, the old flesh must die.”

Renn puts the gun — that is now his hand — to his head. “Long live the new flesh.” Gunshot. Credits. 

I tell Charlotte about the time my ex and I watched Videodrome together. How we had a weird conversation because though we both loved it, she found it disturbing — a cautionary tale. I found it gross but gorgeous. 

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Later that night, Charlotte shows me how to do my makeup. I cry in her arms. 

All My Homies Love Cronenberg 

That was Tuesday. Today is Wednesday. I’m thankful for my trans friends during this deeply confusing and changing time of my life. I’m thankful we have a filmmaker that understands transformation so well. He’s working on an upcoming film called The Shrouds. I hope we can all see it together. 

What I’ve learned this week — from Meg, Emerson, Charlotte, Day, the hivemind that watched Crash, and from the man himself — is that the trans experience is a deeply human one. We reject nature, all of us. Sure, taking hormones isn’t natural, but watching a film isn’t natural, living in a concrete city isn’t natural, and kneeling at an altar, least of all. The biblical Ten Commandments are a defiance of nature, an attempt to quell our natural impulses. So is the government. We live in constructed domiciles under constructed skies. And look at all the beauty we are! 

When you look around, do you look at what nature created, or at what you created yourself? To be trans is to understand deeply, as Cronenberg does, that our bodies aren’t just houses for the soul; they are the houses that are the souls themself. This is why, I think, we love him. Though he sometimes scares us, he is not scared of the body’s evolution. Cronenberg is terrified, celebratory, and extremely conscious of the fact that every last one of us has a body. 

And what is more trans than knowing that, for every second of your life, for better or worse, you will always have, until you leave this earth, a body?

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Christian Flynn (they) is a mixed Puerto Rican writer in NYC. Their play, Everyone in New York is Beautiful, was a 2024 Semi-Finalist for O'Neill Center's National Playwright's Conference. Their work is being performed across New York City this summer.

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Tim Burton, Representation, and the Problem With Nostalgia

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Tim Burton was not always my nemesis. In the not-too-distant past, I was a child who just wanted to watch creepy things. I rewatched Beetlejuice countless times and thought he was a lot more involved in Henry Selick’s The Nightmare Before Christmas than he actually was. I was also a huge Batman fan before Ben Affleck happened to the Caped Crusader. To this day, I still argue that Michael Keaton’s Bruce Wayne was one of the best. So when I tell you I logged many hours rewatching Burton’s better films in my youth, I am not lying.

However, as I got older, I started to realize that this director’s films are usually exclusively filled with white actors. Even his animated work somehow ignores POC actors, seemingly by design. This is sadly common in the industry, as intersectionality seems to be a concept most older filmmakers cannot wrap their heads around. So, I was one of the people who chalked it up to a glaring oversight and not much more. I also outgrew Burton’s aesthetic and attempts at humor when I started seeking out horror movies that might actually be scary.

I Was Over Tim Burton Before It Was Cool

So, how did we get to episodes of the podcast I co-host, roasting Tim Burton? I kind of forgot about the man behind all of those movies I thought were epic when I was a kid. In huge part because his muse was Johnny Depp, whom I also outgrew forever ago. I wasn’t thinking about Burton or his filmography, and I doubt he noticed a kid in the Midwest stopped renting his movies. I didn’t think about Burton again until 2016 rolled around.

In an interview with Bustle for Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, the lack of diversity in Burton’s work came up. That’s when the filmmaker explained this wasn’t a simple blunder or oversight on his part. He also unsurprisingly said the wrong thing instead of pretending he’d like to do better in the future.

Tim Burton said,Things either call for things, or they don’t. I remember back when I was a child watching The Brady Bunch, and they started to get all politically correct. Like, OK, let’s have an Asian child and a black. I used to get more offended by that than just… I grew up watching blaxploitation movies, right? And I said, that’s great. I didn’t go like, OK, there should be more white people in these movies.Bustle

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Tim Burton Is Not the Only One Failing

We watch older white guys fumble in interviews when topics like gender parity, diversity, politics, etc., come up all the time. It’s to the point now where most of us are forced to wonder if their publicists have simply given up and just live in a state of constant damage control. However, Tim Burton’s response was surprisingly offensive in so many ways. The more I reread it, the more pissed off at this guy I forgot existed after we returned our copy of Mars Attacks! to the Hollywood Video closest to my childhood home. While I knew I wouldn’t be revisiting Edward Scissorhands and Beetlejuice, his explanation for the almost complete absence of POC in his work burst a bubble. 

We Hate To See It

Tim Burton’s own words made me realize so many obvious issues that I excused as a kid. Like Billy Dee Williams as Harvey Dent in Batman, it was the only time I remembered a Black actor with substantial screentime in a Burton film. Or that The Nightmare Before Christmas was really named the late Ken Page’s character, Oogie Boogie. As a Black kid, what a confusingly racist image with a helluva song. So, Burton saying the quiet part out loud is what led me to reexamine the actual reasons I probably stopped watching his work. His problematic answer is also why I don’t have the nostalgia that made most of my friends sit through Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

I love the cast for this sequel we didn’t need. I am also delighted to see Jenna Ortega continue working in my favorite genre. However, from what I heard from most of my friends who watched the movie, I’m not the only person who has outgrown Tim Burton’s messy aesthetic and outdated stabs at jokes. I am also not the only one paying attention to what’s being said about the Black characters on Wednesday. Again, I’m always happy to see Ortega booked and busy. However, I also refuse to pretend Burton has fixed his diversity problem. If anything, this moves us deeper into specific bias territory.

Tim Burton’s Bare Minimum Is Not Good Enough

He will now cast a couple of Brown people, but is still displaying colorism and anti-Blackness. Histhingsseeminglycall for thingsthat are not Black folks in key roles that aren’t bullies. He still feels that’s his aesthetic. If we are still dragging him into the last millennium, will he ever work on a project that truly understands and celebrates intersectionality? Or will he continue doing the bare minimum while waiting for a cookie? I don’t know, and to be honest, I don’t care anymore. I’m not the audience for Tim Burton. You can say mythingsno longercall for thingshe’s known for. In part because I’m over supporting filmmakers who don’t get it and don’t want to get it.

If a director wants to stay in a rut and keep regurgitating the mediocre things that worked for him before I was born, that’s his business. I’m more interested in what better filmmakers who can envision worlds filled with POC characters. Writer-directors that understand intersectionality benefits their stories are the people I’m trying to engage with. So, while Tim Burton might have had a few movies on repeat during my VHS era, I have as hard of a time watching his work as he has imagining people who look like me in his stuff. I will never unsee “let’s have an Asian child and a black” in his offensive word salad. However, I don’t think he wants me in the audience anyways because he might then have to imagine a world that calls for people who look like me.

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No, Cult Cinema Isn’t Dead

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My first feature film, Death Drop Gorgeous, was often described as its own disturbed piece of queer cult cinema due to its over-the-top camp, practical special effects, and radical nature. As a film inspired by John Waters, we wore this descriptor as a badge of honor. Over the years, it has gained a small fanbase and occasionally pops up on lists of overlooked queer horror flicks around Pride month and Halloween.

The Streaming Era and the Myth of Monoculture

My co-director of our drag queen slasher sent me a status update, ostensibly to rile up the group chat. A former programmer of a major LGBTQ+ film festival (I swear, this detail is simply a coincidence and not an extension of my last article) declared that in our modern era, “cult classic” status is “untenable,” and that monoculture no longer exists. Thus, cult classics can no longer counter-culture the mono. The abundance of streaming services, he said, allows for specific curation to one’s tastes and the content they seek. He also asserted that media today that is designed to be a cult classic, feels soulless and vapid.

Shots fired!

Can Cult Cinema Exist Without Monoculture?

We had a lengthy discussion as collaborators about these points. Is there no monoculture to rally against? Are there no codes and standards to break and deviate from? Are there no transgressions left to undertake? Do streaming services fully encompass everyone’s tastes? Maybe I am biased. Maybe my debut feature is soulless and vapid!

I’ve been considering the landscape. True, there are so many options at our streaming fingertips, how could we experience a monoculture? But to think a cult classic only exists as counter-culture, or solely as a rally against the norm, is to have a narrow understanding of what cult cinema is and how it gains its status. The cult classic is not dead. It still rises from its grave and walks amongst the living.

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What Defines a Cult Classic? And Who Cares About Cult Cinema?

The term “cult classic” generally refers to media – often movies, but sometimes television shows or books – that upon its debut, was unsuccessful or undervalued, but over time developed a devout fanbase that enjoys it, either ironically or sincerely. The media is often niche and low budget, and sometimes progressive for the cultural moment in which it was released.

Some well-known cult films include The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (1994), Showgirls (1995), Re-Animator (1985), Jennifer’s Body (2009), and my personal favorite, Heathers (1989). Quoting dialogue, midnight showings, and fans developing ritualistic traditions around the movie are often other ways films receive cult status (think The Rocky Horror Picture Show).

Cult Cinema as Queer Refuge and Rebellion

Celebration of cult classics has long been a way for cinephiles and casual viewers alike to push against the rigid standards of what film critics deem “cinema.” These films can be immoral, depraved, or simply entertaining in ways that counter mainstream conventions. Cult classics have often been significant for underrepresented communities seeking comfort or reflection. Endless amounts of explicitly queer cinema were lambasted by critics of their time. The Doom Generation (1995) by Gregg Araki and John Waters’ Pink Flamingos (1972) were both famously given zero stars by Roger Ebert. Now both can be viewed on the Criterion Channel, and both directors are considered pioneers of gay cinema.

Cult films are often low-budget, providing a sense of belonging for viewers, and are sometimes seen as guilty pleasures. Cult cinema was, and continues to be, particularly important for queer folks in finding community.

But can there be a new Waters or Araki in this current landscape?

What becomes clear when looking at these examples is that cult status rarely forms in a vacuum. It emerges from a combination of cultural neglect, community need, and the slow bloom of recognition. Even in their time, cult films thrived because they filled a void, often one left by mainstream films’ lack of imagination or refusal to engage marginalized perspectives. If anything, today’s fractured media landscape creates even more of those voids, and therefore more opportunities for unexpected or outsider works to grab hold of their own fiercely loyal audiences.

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The Death of Monoculture and the Rise of Streaming

We do not all experience culture the same way. With the freedom of personalization and algorithmic curation, not just in film but in music and television, there are fewer shared mass cultural moments we all gather around to discuss. The ones that do occur (think Barbenheimer) may always pale in comparison to the cultural dominance of moments that occurred before the social media boom. We might never again experience the mass hysteria of, say, Michael Jackson’s Thriller.

For example, our most successful musician today is listened to primarily by her fanbase. We can skip her songs and avoid her albums even if they are suggested on our streaming platforms, no matter how many weeks she’s been at number one.

Was Monoculture Ever Real?

But did we ever experience culture the same? Some argue that the idea of monoculture is a myth. Steve Hayden writes:

“Our monoculture was an illusion created by a flawed, closed-circuit system; even though we ought to know better, we’re still buying into that illusion, because we sometimes feel overwhelmed by our choices and lack of consensus. We think back to the things we used to love, and how it seemed that the whole world, or at least people we knew personally, loved the same thing. Maybe it wasn’t better then, but it seemed simpler, and for now that’s good enough.”

The mainstream still exists. Cultural moments still occur that we cannot escape and cannot always understand the appreciation for. There are fads and trends we may not recognize now but will romanticize later, just as we do with trends from as recently as 2010. But I’d argue there never was monoculture in the same way America was never “great.” There was never a time we all watched the same things and sang Madonna songs around the campfire; there were simply fewer accessible avenues to explore other options.

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Indie Film Distribution in the Age of Streaming

Additionally, music streaming is not the same as film streaming. As my filmmaking collective moves through self-distributing our second film, we have found it is increasingly difficult for indie, small-budget, and DIY filmmakers to get on major platforms. We are required to have an aggregator or a distribution company. I cannot simply throw Saint Drogo onto Netflix or even Shudder. Amazon Prime has recently made it impossible to self-distribute unless you were grandfathered in. Accessibility is still limited, particularly for those with grassroots and shoestring budgets, even with the abundance of services.

I don’t know that anyone ever deliberately intends on making a cult classic. Pink Flamingos was released in the middle of the Gay Liberation movement, starring Divine, an openly gay drag queen who famously says, “Condone first-degree murder! Advocate cannibalism! Eat shit! Filth are my politics, filth is my life!”

All comedy is political. Of course, Waters was intentional with the depravity he filmed; it was a conscious response to the political climate of the time. So if responding to the current state of the world makes a cult classic, I think we can agree there is still plenty to protest.

There Is No Single Formula for Cult Cinema

Looking back at other cult classics, both recent and older, not all had the same intentional vehicle of crass humor and anarchy. Some didn’t know they would reach this status – a very “so bad, it’s good” result (i.e., Showgirls). And while cult classics naturally exist outside the mainstream, some very much intended to be in that stream first!

All of this is to say: there is no monolith for cult cinema. Some have deliberate, rebellious intentions. Some think they are creating high-concept art when in reality they’re making camp. But it takes time to recognize what will reach cult status. It’s not overnight, even if a film seems like it has the perfect recipe. Furthermore, there are still plenty of conventions to push back against; there are plenty of queer cinema conventions upheld by dogmatic LGBTQ+ film festivals.

Midnight Movies vs. Digital Fandom

What has changed is the way we consume media. The way we view a cult classic might not be solely relegated to midnight showings. Although, at my current place of employment, any time The Rocky Horror Picture Show screens, it’s consistently sold out. Nowadays, we may find that engagement with cult cinema and its fanbase digitally, on social media, rather than in indie cinemas. But if these sold-out screenings are any indication, people are not ready to give up the theater experience of being in a room with die-hard fans they find a kinship with.

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In fact, digital fandom has begun creating its own equivalents to the midnight-movie ritual. Think of meme cycles that resurrect forgotten films, TikTok edits that reframe a scene as iconic, or Discord servers built entirely around niche subgenres. These forms of engagement might not involve rice bags and fishnets in a theater, but they mirror the same spirit of communal celebration, shared language, and collective inside jokes that defined cult communities of past decades. Furthermore, accessibility to a film does not diminish its cult status. You may be able to stream Tim Curry as Dr. Frank-N-Furter from the comfort of your couch, but that doesn’t make it any less cult.

The Case for Bottoms

I think a recent film that will gain cult status in time is Bottoms. In fact, it was introduced to the audience at a screening I attended as “the new Heathers.” Its elements of absurdity, queer representation, and subversion are perfect examples of the spirit of cult cinema. And you will not tell me that Bottoms was soulless and vapid.

For queer communities, cult cinema has never been just entertainment; it has operated as a kind of cultural memory, a place to archive our identities, desires, rebellions, and inside jokes long before RuPaul made them her catchphrases repeated ad nauseam. These films became coded meeting grounds where queer viewers could see exaggerated, defiant, or transgressive versions of themselves reflected back, if not realistically, then at least recognizably. Even when the world outside refused to legitimize queer existence, cult films documented our sensibilities, our humor, our rage, and our resilience. In this way, cult cinema has served as both refuge and record, preserving parts of queer life that might otherwise have been erased or dismissed.

Cult Cinema Is Forever

While inspired by John Waters, with Death Drop Gorgeous, we didn’t intentionally seek the status of cult classic. We just had no money and wanted to make a horror movie with drag queens. As long as there continue to be DIY, low-budget, queer filmmakers shooting their movies without permits, the conventions of cinema will continue to be subverted.

As long as queer people need refuge through media, cult cinema will live on.

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