I first viewed this serious mind-bone of a movie this past March at the World Horror Convention. The makers of MINDFLESH, director Robert Pratten and novelist William Sheinman, likened their film to the works of David Cronenberg or Clive Barker, but I got more of a JACOB’S LADDER or FROM BEYOND vibe.
Chris (Peter Bramhill) is an emotionally frustrated cabdriver who’s afraid he may be cracking up. He continues to receive recurring visions of a glowing Goddess (Carole Derrien), sometimes nude, sometimes not, while driving his taxi down London’s dark side streets. Chris has just broken up with his girlfriend and he’s plagued by loneliness, so it only makes sense that he would eventually make a move on the occasionally nude hallucination plaguing his waking life. Little does Chris realize, the female hallucination is real, a woman he’s drug into his consciousness from another dimension using a method known as a THRESHOLD EVENT, an occasion when a strong belief has caused the physical materialization of an object of the mind.
Chris’ friends begin to experience similarly disturbing hallucinations, and monstrous, otherworldly beasts occasionally attack Chris as he cowers in his car, all possible punishments for Chris’ attempted sexual maneuvers on a hot girl from another physical dimension. Sure, the narrative is confusing, loose, and intentionally, frustratingly ambiguous. But MINDFLESH is rich is visuals and mood, a short 75-minutes of brain-beating eye candy that jacks with your perceptions and emotions like only the best experimental horror can. The film is front-loaded with kinky visuals, some ripe gore F/X, and an overall tone of glorious excess, and it’s recommended for courageous fans of avant-garde horror.