The basics of We Are The Flesh are pretty straight forward; in a post-apocalyptic landscape, a brother and sister find one of the last remaining structures standing, take shelter there, and run afoul of the crazed hermit that dwells within who lets them stay as long as they agree to whatever he demands…and he demands a lot. You know what, I’m going to take the high road here and just let any of you sensitive types in the audience take a powder for the rest of this review…okay, their gone, as for the rest of you…get ready…
So that hermit mentioned above? Well he’s F’n totally insane, and for some unknown reason; the siblings go along with his ever more disgusting demands (he merely spouts crazy rhetoric…and we are off to the races). Just take a look at this cavalcade of all-time greats and see if any of this appeals to you; included in We Are The Flesh are full on BJ’s, loving shots of erect penis (and vaj…though that is of course un-erect), playin’ around in menstrual blood, incest, incest, and more incest…as a bonus you also get death by jerking off and cannibalism!
As you can tell, this flick is not going to be for everyone. It’s graphic, goes for the shock value, and aims to make the viewer as uncomfortable as humanly possible…and that it definitely succeeds, unfortunately I found the whole affair rather boring surprisingly enough. Under the helm of writer/director Emiliano Rocha Minter, everything sure does look pretty, and bravo for going that extra mile to be as F’n sleazy as humanly possible, but as far as driving narrative and interest are concerned, all of that unsavoriness really needed to be balanced with more than just a skeleton of plot structure and dialog, especially since it appears to offer some sort of socio-political commentary.
Okay so the film looks gorgeous, is full of nude folks doing dirty deeds, and is a tad on the dull side; but what of the extras included in the package I hear (none of) you ask? Well, you do get a lot of bang for your buck (naked) with this one my creeps! Feast your putrid peepers on this grab bag of deviant delights…included are; a video essay by critic Virginie Sélavy, interviews with director Emiliano Rocha Minter and stars Noé Hernández, María Evoli and Diego Gamaliel, two short films by Minter, the film’s theatrical trailer, and that old’ stand by, a stills gallery. Not too shabby by any means!
If you dig on horribly offensive fare such as A Serbian Film (and if you do what in the hell is your boggle?) then We Are The Flesh will surely please you to all hell and back, but for those looking for some substance among the shock you’d be best served skipping this one.