Almost Human (2013)
★★
An amateurish but promising debut. Watching Begos' films before VFW, and this has all the hallmarks of "micro-budget first film with ambition". The acting, look, and storytelling are all flat; the pacing is rushed; the characters are cardboard cutouts.
But there are bright spots, all of which Begos continues to develop with Mind's Eye and Bliss. Mainly the pulpy violence, splattering practical gore, lean structure, and moments of creative body horror that make Almost Human watchable.
The Mind's Eye (2015)
★★★
Going to commit genre sacrilege here, but I think I enjoyed The Mind's Eye more than Scanners.
In my trip through Cronenberg's filmography, I found Scanners to be his most conventional film at the time, a dull and detached work occasionally brightened by Ironside and the classic head explosion. Being a lull in the midst of a Brood/Videodrome/Dead Zone/Fly streak didn't help either.
The Mind's Eye takes the telekinetic core of Scanners, strips out the fat, injects a dose of Carpenter and Cannon, then devotes its second half to gnarly violence and b-movie mayhem. It's a notable improvement in every single way from Almost Human. You can see Begos coming into his own style, a trend that would only continue with Bliss.
An enigmatic institute is studying telekinetics, trying to control or even extract their abilities. Subjects in love escape, are hunted by the megalomaniacal overseer and his goons. The Mind's Eye keeps its action confined to that simple premise, heavy on cliches and one-note characters. The plot may be simplistic but there's a stylistic energy powering the low-budget fun, mirrored by the pulsing synth and wild-eyed determination from lead Graham Skipper.
Around the 45 minute mark, The Mind's Eye becomes relentless action until the credits; Begos and crew unleash Argento lighting, splattering wounds, and gleeful eruptions of practically-done gore. Craniums are gloriously obliterated, lead shreds flesh, rooms are wrecked in desperate brawls, and orifices ooze crimson in hilarious battles of the mind. It's grungy pulpy stuff, delivered with lean mean conviction. In other words, my kind of movie.