David Cronenberg is the kind of sick fuck I can really appreciate. From his beginnings with Scanners, his beautiful adaptation of JG Ballard’s Crash, and even his adaptation of Naked Lunch (which I loved, but it seems everyone else hated), Cronenberg has put out some twisted stuff over the years.
The Toronto International Film Festival had an awesome exhibition, a retrospective of Cronenberg’s career. It included four floors of props and displays from all of his movies, an incredible treasure trove of sick shit. Here’s a good writeup on it:
The exhibit has unfortunately ended, but TIFF still has a virtual exhibition you will definitely want to check out.