Baskin

Baskin at its heart both reveals and revels in the self-defeating, inescapable rituals of masculinity, and the visceral, inescapable horrors that can accompany them.

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

For all the mortified, mottled flesh and salacious shots of butcher's equipment, Baskin is just not very frightening.

Sinister? Sadistic? Spine chilling? Check, check, check. This is a really nifty modern horror.

This slowburn Turkish shocker suggests what might have happened if Once Upon a Time in Anatolia's philosophically inclined patrolmen had blundered into Eli Roth territory.

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

Can Evrenol's film would make for a great double feature with Tales From the Hood, if you were looking to center your sense of overwhelming horror in latex and goo on screen and not in real life flesh and blood.

Baskin's not for the squeamish - it has the courage of its malignant convictions, and it will maim, mark, and molest those last little pockets of good thoughts left inside of you, laugh slash squealing like a stuck pig the whole wee wee way home

It kind of goes with the fly-on-the-wall type setup, it has a lot of interesting camerawork.

A tense, brutal, expectation-defying supernatural nightmare.