Baskin

Hey, Nicolas Winding Refn: this is how it's done.

Part art film slow burn and part extreme splatterfest, Baskin is best enjoyed as a movie that features the memorable image of a man gouging out someone's eyeball with a knife and then French-kissing the bloody socket.

The pacing is slack and the splatter excessive, but this twisted cross-genre exercise should be red meat to gore-hounds.

A torture-gore blowout that rises above pure nausea with an intriguing blur of possible realities.

"Baskin" is a perfectly imbalanced mix of chilly atmosphere, heavy-handed symbolism, and familiar horror-movie tropes.

Tickling the mind even as it lurches the gut, "Baskin," a stylish, shape-shifting horror film from Turkey, pulls a bait-and-switch.

It's the kind of arthouse horror that becomes a household name among genre fans. It's so shocking (at times) and so astoundingly well made that, if anything, I think it puts an exclamation stamp next to Can Evrenol's name as one of the futures of horror.

A film that is like a trip to hell. Even though its plot seems to deflate a bit, the final part becomes a catharsis of terror. [Full review in Spanish]

Stylishly mounted, well paced, with clever use of flashbacks, and written with panache.

Baskin never loses its genuine identity that makes it outstand on the billboard that needs more films like this. [Full review in Spanish]

A good example of a short film used as a direct way to a film debut. [Full review in Spanish]