Along with Tom Green and that guy from Kids in the Hall who never smiles, director David Cronenberg is perhaps Canada’s creepiest cultural export. But not the ghosts and ghouls sort of way. The uncle who buys you underwear for Christmas and licks his palm after shaking your hand kind of creepy. In the past 30 years, Cronenberg has returned time and time again to themes of sexuality, infection, and a really slimy combination of man and machine. And while his recent work, such as the Oscar nominated films Eastern Promises and The History of Violence, has been reasonably palatable to mainstream audiences, his oeuvre is one of the most unsettling in the history of auteur cinema. Tonight, Sound on Sight takes a look at three of Cronenberg’s most distressing films: Rabid, Dead Ringers, and Naked Lunch.