Ravenous

Imagine a film that makes A Modest Proposal-style satire out of Dracula's gothic horror tropes in the spaghetti western milieu of The Great Silence. It's a pitch-black comedy about Manifest Destiny and cannibal frontiersmen.

... the definitive frontier cannibal movie. ... a gruesome survival thriller with a crimson-hued streak of black humor and an elemental hint of the supernatural.

It's a layered and very unique satire on America's consumption of the world...

'He was licking me!' That plaintive, disgusted wail is pretty unforgettable once you've seen this one-of-a-kind tongue-in-cheek/blood-in-mouth historical horror movie that has garnered an appreciative cult audience...

Ravenous is unlike anything else, and even if it's not to my own specific taste, I have great respect for its unrepentant weirdness.

There's an awkwardness to Ravenous' more violent scenes, and while Carlyle and Jones give zesty performances, the rest of the supporting cast is quirky to a fault.

"Ravenous" could have turned out to be much more than what it ended up becoming, but thanks to an inability to take advantage of its creepy premise, all we get is a monotonous, forgettable, and worst of all, boring horror film.

More than just a gory horror film in period dress, though it bears saying over and over again that even as a simple Western-horror hybrid, this is pretty great.

Director Antonia Bird and screenwriter Ted Griffin stir up an extremely unsavory concoction about cannibalism here.

The plot begins brazenly, but the story becomes more conventional (though no less bloody) as it goes along.

A terrifically well-made gory horror movie with splashes of humor.

...one of those rare, genuinely subversive (of Hollywood values) films, like Beyond the Valley of the Dolls or Eating Raoul