The Final Chapter uses a darker palate with heavier shadows, more jump scares (seriously, a shit ton of jump scares), and a more frenetic editing style that usually undercuts the impact of the action scenes.
The Eyes of My Mother takes a minimal cast, an isolated single location, and innovative approaches to representing both violence and psychology to create one of the best-looking and best-actualized low-budget horror films I've seen in years.
The film follows two drifters, a sociopath and his closeted sidekick, Duke and Boots, in what is a textbook study in the psychology of a sexual predator.
Mikels was a true lover of filmmaking from the very beginning and while he provided plenty of titillation in his films, rarely was there explicit sex, nudity, or gore.
But Lewis wasn't a big fan of Psycho, feeling that it cheated viewers by not showing the actual violence, just the aftermath, and developed the idea for Blood Feast, which would feature bathtubs of blood and gore.
All in all, I couldn't recommend this movie unless you just want to turn your brain off and watch pretty people run and jump in obviously fake environments, telling a story you already know.
