We Are the Flesh (18) 

Three stars

MEXICAN director Emiliano Rocha Minter makes a stark feature debut with a cornucopia of fleshy excess, sexual explicitness and violent depravity; quite the introduction indeed.

The plot, such as it is, takes place in a city that seems to have been all but destroyed and follows two siblings, Fauna (María Evoli) and Lucio (Diego Gamaliel), who find shelter in an old building while scavenging for food.

Once there they meet a scary and enigmatic man named Mariano (played with frenzied glee by Noé Hernández) who in return for food and a place to stay makes himself the head of a makeshift family who will go on to make them do some horrendous and debauched things.

It’s not a film for the faint-hearted or the easily shocked and offended as it unashamedly thrusts its audience into a horrific, dissolute world.

With its often fiery red colour palette and intense tone, it comes to resemble a vision of hell on earth – evoking Brian Yuzna’s 1989 oddity Society and the body-horror of old school David Cronenberg – more than a sanctuary from what is presumably but weirdly never explained worldwide catastrophe.

There’s no doubting the sense of visual style Minter has as a filmmaker and with it he creates an impressive sense of unsettling menace, unpredictability and impending doom, peppering his surprisingly swift 79-minute cinematic drug trip with some truly arresting imagery and anchoring the madness with three impressive performances.

Its closest companion would be the work of famed Chilean director Alejandro Jodorowsky. And while it doesn’t reach the giddy heights of his El Topo or Santa Sangre – its outlandish perversion never quite pushes beyond the weird-for-weird’s-sake bubble – it’s a rare thing for any filmmaker to remotely warrant the comparison. You’ll be left wondering what the hell you just saw.

That’s probably the point.