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10 reviews · Provided by Metacritic.com
- 80Total FilmJamie GrahamTotal FilmJamie GrahamThink Luis Buñuel spliced with Hieronymus Bosch.
- 75Slant MagazineSlant MagazineThe film establishes a hypnotic rhythm through razor-stropped editing and a reverberant sound design that later scenes will disrupt with alarming impunity.
- 70We Got This CoveredMatt DonatoWe Got This CoveredMatt DonatoThis is dirty, abusive, sticky, heartfelt (?), enlightened (??), intellectual (???), deranged, offensive, damningly provocative filmmaking at its…most…unhinged?
- 70VarietyCatherine BrayVarietyCatherine BrayServing as co-editor as well as writer and director, Emiliano Rocha Minter is very much the author of all the chaos wrought here, and his thoroughly arresting vision could squat quite comfortably alongside Hieronymus Bosch’s depiction of hell.
- 70Village VoiceRob StaegerVillage VoiceRob StaegerFilmgoers who brave We Are the Flesh may regret seeing it. Forgetting it is another matter entirely.
- 70The Hollywood ReporterJohn DeForeThe Hollywood ReporterJohn DeForeViewers expecting a garden-variety horror flick will likely recoil, but those seeking new voices in Mexican cinema may well hail Minter's effort.
- 60CineVueMartyn ConterioCineVueMartyn ConterioChallenging, daring, provocative, disgusting - We are the Flesh is all those things and then some, but also superbly crafted and always visually compelling.
- 60Los Angeles TimesNoel MurrayLos Angeles TimesNoel MurrayUntil the thought-provoking, from-left-field twist ending, We Are the Flesh mostly seems like a series of sick tableaux, dredged up from the director’s subconscious and then splattered across the screen. But there’s genuine artistry even to this film’s most exploitative moments.
- 50IndieWireDavid EhrlichIndieWireDavid EhrlichFor every moment of sick visceral genius (e.g. whenever Hernandez or Evoli are left to their own devices), there’s another of clumsy metaphor (e.g. the limp punchline of the movie’s final minutes).
- 50The New York TimesGlenn KennyThe New York TimesGlenn KennyWe Are the Flesh, its abundance of repellent imagery notwithstanding, has an air of the academic about it.