In the world of "Oh, God...they're doing another mindless remake," it was announced that the director responsible for the SAW sequels (not the original SAW, mind you, the sequels) it set to helm a remake of David Cronenberg's 1980 SF/horror flick SCANNERS. The weird news that accompanied this was that David Goyer (BATMAN BEGINS, the BLADE movies) would be writing the screenplay. Since it's been years since I've seen SCANNERS or really any films of David Cornenberg, I decided to do a little revisiting and see if two films in particular really held up over time.
Okay, I can definitely see why SCANNERS came up as a possible remake. I think Cronenberg, in an attempt integrate his themes of leaving the flesh and the poisons that inhabit the mind and body into a more mainstream type of movie really took a mistep here, especially in light of the greatness that came immediately before (THE BROOD) and after (VIDEODROME). There are some great ideas present, and some really incredible scenes and images, but really you can't get away from what is essentially a hokey story about an underground movement of telepaths intent on controlling the world.
If you know anything about SCANNERS at all, you probably know about the head bursting scene. But to recap briefly, due to experimentation on pregnant women, some children have grown up to be "Scanners," people with tremendous telepathic powers - they can read your minds and control your bodies, even to the point of blowing your mind, baby! Darrly Revak is the leader of the underground, intent on taking over the human race. The ethically shaky Dr. Ruth finds a young previously unknown Scanner called Cameron Vale, who is trained to go after and stop Revak.


"What happened?"
"I was scanned. The woman...in the waiting room..."
"She scanned you?
"No...her child...her unborn child scanned me."
"I was scanned. The woman...in the waiting room..."
"She scanned you?
"No...her child...her unborn child scanned me."
These words are delivered in such a way you'd wish your head would explode.
Of course no Cronenberg film would be complete without the unravelling of the flesh and the mind into a chaotic swirl of ambiguity and gross-out, and SCANNERS delivers again, as we witness perhaps the most visceral psychic battle ever put to film. Eyes pop out, people catch on fire, veins explode, and in the end successful psychic transference occurs. Of course, the downside is you now have to live as Michael Ironside and live through the making of V: the Series.


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