Barbarous Mexico (2014)

Save your money for something good and enjoyable

Crappy film

This is one of the few movies I've ever seen where the whole audience broke into spontaneous, loud applause a third of the way in.

An old-fashioned movie made with new-fashioned finesse.

It is not scary, nor funny, is just dull and simply stupid, basically all the segments seem amateurish at best, seriously, i have seen better works from film students than most of the shorts in this piece of garbage. Two stars out of ten, and that is just because of the good gore in one of the segments.As a Mexican I apologize to the international horror community for this embarrassment .Please, do yourself a favor and skip this one.

I don't have words to talk about this waste of time. The Mexico's horror cinema is just an upset...

"The Omen" is a horror movie. "Bram Stoker's Dracula" is a horror movie. This.. Is not. This is a pile of trash. There's no suspense in the air, it's just bad acting, bad directing, bad cinematography, and there's literally no plot.I kept waiting for it to at least get tolerable. I was bored and annoyed, but when I saw a child being abused, I was done. The directors are clearly sick and need a mental health screening. Again, there's horror films (which I love), and this semi-snuff film trash is not one. The only people who would enjoy this plot less piece of crap are muderers, rapists, and other general sickos. I also don't mind subtitles. I have watched several great foreign films. Do not watch this unless you want to be annoyed at the very least, or absolutely disgusted at the worst. If this film was matter, I'd use it to line a cat litter box.

I see the old Mexican films the presence of a soul that inhabits a shadow or a ghost indefinable. I can not explain it, but sorry. When in any latest movie so I find myself realize that ghosts do not die, they live inside us, we are the memory of our ancestors. Each of the segments that make up Mexico Barbarian leads coined iron taste to it. I do not need to understand anything, just to see, hear, feel, shake. His characters are not dead but are no longer here, are trapped in the limbo of an apparent space, sliding down the imaginary walls of our mind. Gothic horror and gore manifest as living penalties. What is our identity? It is not defined but stands in mountains of death, carnal lust, blood sacrifice, the virginal naivety assault, slavery, disappearances, revenge and betrayal. Each of the films is falling on the table as tarot cards."Mexico Barbaro" has this great mysterious power that solves nothing, keeps us from understanding. However presents, through a huge skull radiography, a work of art that outlines the entire beautiful and sinister face of what we are: a nation built on the garden of a cemetery.