MindFlesh

MindFlesh

Chris Jackson is a taxi driver with a childhood trauma. The trauma has made him a portal for obsessions to pass from the mind to the physical world and hence disrupt the world's multiple planes of reality. Extraterrestrials that police the universe threaten to kill Chris' friends unless he conquers his past.

MindFlesh is a psycho-sexual horror/thriller about obsession. Chris Jackson is a taxi driver with a childhood trauma. The trauma has made him a portal for obsessions to pass from the mind ... . You can read more in Google, Youtube, Wiki

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Regan C (de) wrote: A two-person cast, a softcore porn premise, countless gratuitous shots of partially-empty wine glasses, attentive and subcutaneous, never overcomes its slideshow presentation.

Emmanuel F (gb) wrote: Grumpy old men, extreme edition. Should have been better considering the talent. Subject material deserved better.

Bryan B (ca) wrote: well acted! not very interesting however.. Marguerite Moreau was quite lovely! but the script just did not hold up.

Gurur S (fr) wrote: The characters need a better story.

Joyce B (it) wrote: like seriously i enjoyed this movie:)

Paul D (fr) wrote: Not the greatest of Bonnie & Clydeesque movies around, the direction can't decide on who the audience should feel for or what level of problem induced violence is acceptable.

Art S (au) wrote: John Huston captures a feeling here, helped tremendously by Kris Kristofferson's version of "Help Me Make It Through The Night" which plays over the opening credits and then lingers. Yes, you've got it, this is a snatch of early 1970's melancholia about down-and-out people going nowhere. Stacy Keach is a revelation as the has-been boxer at the center of the picture, falling in with drunk Susan Tyrrell (loose and sloshed) and encouraging impossibly young Jeff Bridges to take up fighting. He's deeply ambivalent about his dreams, probably realistically so, seeing that he's screwed up too much - that last weird zoom shot tells a lot. So over 90 minutes or so, we get a look at the flophouses, bars, fruit-picking operations, and of course boxing rings and gyms of Stockton, California, at its most run-down. I'm hooked on this feeling.