Cannibals

For many viewers, the biggest stumbling block to enjoyment of this movie is the issue of plausibility. My advice is forget it – Franco has an artist’s contempt for the plausible. He’s more interested in the absurd, the bizarre, the ineffable. Plausibility is very low on his agenda: it’s one step away from mundanity. He’s a kind of poet of the unlikely. … We’re in some delirious netherworld of his own devising, a place where realism is a joke to be kicked around like a deflated football and abandoned in a ditch. … The Cannibals doesn’t try and then fail to match the shocking violence or gritty realism of its Italian forebears. It’s the work of a total iconoclast who’s been asked to make a movie in a genre he dislikes, and who’s decided to amuse himself with the material while offering just enough genre ‘gravy’ to pass it all off as horror.