We Are the Flesh (2016)

We Are the Flesh: Directed by Emiliano Rocha Minter. With Noé Hernández, María Evoli, Diego Gamaliel, Gabino Rodríguez. After wandering a ruined city for years in search of food and shelter, two siblings find their way into one of the last remaining buildings. Inside, they find a man who will make them a dangerous offer to survive the outside world.

“### Donu0026#39;t continue reading if youu0026#39;re easily upset. ###u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eu0026#39;We Are The Fleshu0026#39; is set in a post-apocalyptic setting. What kind of disaster has befallen earth this time we do not know; we do get to meet people whou0026#39;re walking disasters themselves, though. A man and his sister stumble across a vagabond living in an old ruin where he produces alcohol and follows crazy routines. He offers safe refuge on one condition: They must do as he says. Eventually, he even demands the siblings should have sex. When they comply, the vagabond dies from arousal, leaving them free to inhabit the ruin as they wish. At this point, however, they have already been consumed by his insanity…u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eWhat is u0026#39;We Are The Fleshu0026#39;? Over in the discussion forum someone asked other forumites whether they found this movie shocking or boring.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eIn my opinion itu0026#39;s both shocking and boring, really. Shockingly boring, too. u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eI had given this whatchamacallit a try because I like apocalyptic themes… even though I donu0026#39;t like the genre. I shouldu0026#39;ve known better. Iu0026#39;ll remove one [-1] in the end for I shouldu0026#39;ve known better.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eAbout a quarter of an hour into the movie, all plot is thrown overboard here and repetitive metaphors are being injected into this flick like through a clap-stained junkieu0026#39;s syringe. u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eSome people might want to sit down, interpret the images theyu0026#39;ve seen and maybe even come up with something; and by u0026quot;some peopleu0026quot; I mean those artsy cheerleaders whou0026#39;d also pay one million bucks for a canvas splattered with feces because they somehow managed to read a life- changing metaphor into dog poo. u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eu0026#39;We Are The Fleshu0026#39; is just crazy. Iu0026#39;m actually sorry for the actors who donu0026#39;t look like they enjoyed themselves much, especially not during the explicit sex scenes. Those — like nearly everything else in the movie — just do not feel organic, by the way. Theyu0026#39;ve been added for shock value obviously and nothing but shock value.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eMaybe the actors shouldu0026#39;ve eaten the same mushrooms as the director? I must at least assume that the mind responsible for this movie was under influence of some intoxicating substance.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eFor what else do we have?u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eRape, torture, explicit violence, sadism and urine- as well as menstruation-fetishism. Oh my. Please, someone tell those u0026quot;visionaryu0026quot; movie makers: If youu0026#39;re unable to narrate the relationship between two protagonists without a minute-long closeup of some dudeu0026#39;s stiff shaft, odds are youu0026#39;re utterly unable to achieve the same no matter how much explicit imagery you included. u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eItu0026#39;s more likely you have just gone out of your league!u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eGood God. I miss the days when they made subtle, intelligent movies which were confident that I would understand what was going on without hammering home a point that I had understood an hour ago. Movies where e.g. the director managed to transport the tragedy of a death without smearing brain fluid and skull fragments all over the camera lens; movies where it didnu0026#39;t take pornography to prove emotional attachment.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003e[ At this point I must reiterate: Itu0026#39;s not the explicit imagery which bothered me. u0026#39;Blue Is The Warmest Coloru0026#39; for example was a grand movie regardless of its many explicit sex scenes. There, they used to be warranted and had the merit of portraying a young womanu0026#39;s sexual liberation. They werenu0026#39;t voyeuristic. However, this movieu0026#39;s voyeurism is off the charts!]u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eIu0026#39;m sorry, but I donu0026#39;t really understand how u0026#39;We Are The Fleshu0026#39; is supposed to be art. The word u0026#39;artu0026#39; comes from Latin u0026quot;arsu0026quot;, meaning u0026quot;skilfulnessu0026quot;. Screaming when whispering would suffice does not denote skills. Using an artistu0026#39;s means does not make anyone an artist.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eI was about to wonder why it is that these days we canu0026#39;t have anything in between Michael Bay and this Emiliano Rocha Minter anymore – but there is no meaningful distinction to set them apart. One uses a gigaton of fake explosives in order to create u0026quot;suspenseu0026quot;, the other uses a gigaton of actual ejaculate.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eIt seems as though indie movies had become another shade of mainstream cinema while I was not paying attention.”