compared to the far more engrossing, brutal and unrelenting “Irreversible” (2002) because both have extended imagery of unblinking femicide, but the depiction here of men using women’s bodies as a battleground for their repressed emotions feels redundant

Keys in to the ordinariness of certain kinds of horror and the ease with which they can take root in a society in which many men teeter on the edge of a moral abyss.

... the references are heavy-handed and the message muddy. ... Instead of dramatic tension, we’re left with the unsavory feeling of male characters working out anger and daddy issues around dead women. I’ll pass.

A horror film as cold-blooded as the serial killer it depicts on a rampage through Calvados, France, and as cold-hearted as the father whose sins are visited in abundance upon two brothers.