The Green Inferno - Review ((new))
The plot follows a naive group of New York college activists led by the idealistic Justine (Lorenza Izzo). After witnessing the eviction of an indigenous village for a logging conglomerate, they hijack a plane to the Peruvian Amazon to chain themselves to bulldozers and stage a "non-violent protest." Their mission succeeds, briefly, until their return flight crashes deep in the jungle. They are captured by the very tribe they were trying to save—a tribe that, it turns out, practices ritualistic dismemberment and cannibalism.
When the credits roll, you are left with nothing. No thematic resonance. No fear of the jungle. No newfound respect for cannibal movies. Just a greasy aftertaste and the sense that you’ve watched a wealthy director cosplay as a dangerous provocateur. The Green Inferno is for completists only. If you need to see every modern cannibal movie ever made, or if you have a high tolerance for screaming, disembowelment, and flat characters, you might find a midnight-movie charm in its excess. For everyone else, it’s a tedious, mean-spirited slog that mistakes cruelty for commentary.
The cinematography, too, captures the oppressive humidity and alien beauty of the jungle. Roth knows how to frame a landscape to make it feel like a cage. The fatal flaw of The Green Inferno is its staggering lack of self-awareness. Roth attempts to critique activist naivete, but his script is just as naive. The indigenous tribe is portrayed as a monolithic, screeching, one-dimensional threat—exactly the kind of "noble savage turned savage brute" trope that the genre should have retired forty years ago. the green inferno review
The Green Inferno burns bright on the surface, but underneath, there’s nothing but ash.
Furthermore, the characters are so insufferably stupid and self-righteous that their deaths elicit not horror, but relief. The lone comic relief character—a stoner who smuggles weed in a body cavity—delivers jokes that land with a thud. When the film tries to pivot to genuine pathos in its final act, the audience has long since checked out. The most damning issue is the film’s treatment of its female lead. Justine is subjected to a specific, extended threat of sexual violence that serves no narrative purpose other than to remind us that Roth has played in this sandbox before ( Hostel ). It is gratuitous in the worst sense: not shocking to illuminate a theme, but shocking because Roth seems to think that’s what "hardcore horror" demands. The plot follows a naive group of New
Director: Eli Roth Starring: Lorenza Izzo, Ariel Levy, Daryl Sabara, Kirby Bliss Blanton Genre: Horror / Exploitation Runtime: 100 minutes
On paper, this is a deliciously dark satire of "slacktivism" and white savior complexes. In practice, The Green Inferno is too busy slinging entrails to make a coherent point. To Roth’s credit, the practical effects are outstanding. The gore is visceral, sticky, and brilliantly executed. One early scene involving a quadriplegic character and a colony of ravenous ants is genuinely hard to watch. Another sequence—a full-body dismemberment accompanied by tribal chanting—has the queasy, hypnotic rhythm of a nightmare. For horror fans who value prosthetic artistry, there are moments of grotesque beauty here. When the credits roll, you are left with nothing
★☆☆☆☆ (1/4)
