Ever felt like your job is intrusive, alienating, and tearing you and your loved ones apart? Or that your mind and body are just another tool in our corporate hellscape? Well, Cronenberg Jr. here has a pretty nasty and fleshy lo-fi cyberpunk literalization of that experience. Maybe falls back a bit too hard on vague, indie-arthouse droning when it doesn't know where else to go with an idea but it has a good sense of mood and I was very into the psychological melding/fracturing sequences and sudden bursts of gore. If nothing else he's got the internal-as-external gruesome "tearing" part locked down.

Full discussion on my podcast SLEAZOIDS.