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eXistenZ

My favorite elements of eXistenZ -- the last (for now?) and least of a particular kind of Cronenberg film, one in which the erotics of embodiment and the anxieties of identity and epistemology are observed through a prism of biomechanoid future-shock paranoia (as perfected in Scanners and Videodrome) -- are the NPCs, repeatedly trapped in script-loops, unable to move forward until given the "right" prompt. Demonic.