Director: Emiliano Rocha Minter
Notable Cast: Noé Hernández, María Evoli, Diego Gamaliel, Gabino Rodríguez
There are a lot of words and phrases that can be used to describe We Are the Flesh. Disturbing. Mind boggling. Abrasive. Grotesque. Thought provoking. Surrealistic. Confusing. Ungrounded. Visually provocative. Awkward. Shocking. Darkly humorous. Impeccably performed. Edgy. Atmospheric. Gratuitous. The list goes on. Yet, for good or bad in its execution of its vague concepts and even more vague plotting, there is only one phrase that aptly counts for what We Are the Flesh is as a film: an instant cult classic. Just as it was intended, I assume. This, in turn, leaves me a little torn on how I feel about the film. If anything, if you are intrigued by the series of words above, then this film could possibly be one of the better films you see this year. It’s a film that takes a lot of chances and for that I have to give it mad respect. It’s also a film that could leave a viewer frustrated with its lacking foundations, an approach that is what left me a little cold to the entire thing.