A king's throne amid an alcázar of technology & data, his limousine--his erratic psyche dampening the world-- advancing(regressing?) toward childhood, foundational innocence, a haircut. In creating such scenic restrictions, Cronenberg awakens a new kind of cinema. Capital, mutable bodies, the urge to feel anything. Don't be deceived: no banal postmodern thematics here. The real becomes unreal; emotion must be earned.