We Are the Flesh

Masquerading as an allegory of the modern Mexican condition, this vile piece of increasingly unwatchable erotic horror strives for art house respectability but fails miserably. Set in some sort of post-apocalypse Mexico City, the plot, such as it is, sees two teen siblings fall into the clutches of a crazed survivalist, wildly over-played by popular local actor Noe Hernandez, a specialist in playing baddies (Miss Bala). Hernandez subjects the youths to all manner of physical and mental indignities, including necrophilia, incest, cannibalism and a novel use for menstrual blood. Meanwhile, he enlists their help in erecting an all-encompassing womb-like structure, from which they will ultimately all be reborn. Or something like that. Fans of Alexandro Jodorowsky's way-out allegories may fancy taking this trip with director Emiliano Rocha Minter; others should avoid at all costs.