Murder Me, Monster

Nothing really happens during the movie. You'll see a couple of decapitations, ugly characters, cops who are supposed to investigate a series of murder but who are more passive than anything else, paranormal activities that are never explained (hey, don't ask to much! lol), scenes involving motorcyclists that don't have any purpose except for the director who certainly judged it would be cool to shoot them in his movie... And you'll listen to so-called philosophic crypto dialogues... I mean most of the dialogues doesn't have any sense or are literally boring! And the final moments of the movie shows finally the monster. Yes, there is a monster and the production design is really good actually. But the last scene involving the monster and the main character is one of the most stupid thing I've ever seen on big screen...

It is the best horror movie ever made in South America. excellent script and direction, as well as his photography. I think he's one of the best Latin American directors who are growing more and more.

This is not one of your usual flashy monster movies. It is quite violent and sexual overall, but most importantly the pacing might drive you crazy. Not to mention the very weird dialog. And I might be describing it too nicely for some here. Still the movie does take chances and the characters in here are really good and nicely drawn.

Again, there is not that much realism overall, but there is weirdness abound. It may not make much sense to a lot of people, but if you let yourself dive into it, relish in the mood and fantasy aspect of it, you will be rewarded. I totally get though if you think this is a waste of your time. Good thing is: you can tell early on. Do not stay and fret if that is the case.

This is by far the worst movie ever, you spent almost 2 hours of your life and you will regret it

A creature adorned with both sexual features on its head and tail... This peculiar film was nominated for "A certain look" at Cannes in 2018. To some, it might appear nonsensical, a sentiment I am inclined to agree with. It seems that the creator has indulged in Freud's sexual theories and drowned it in a sea of sedatives. Frankly speaking, comprehending what unravels within this alternate dimension, inside the director's mind, is utterly perplexing. What was the intended message or purpose? Maybe, it was an attempt to awe the audience with a profound and absurd imagination, to leave them shocked and indignant, making an indelible mark - and indeed, it has succeeded.