Drifter

Viewers would be far better off rewatching a Mad Max or Rob Zombie movie, or any episode of The Walking Dead, than paying hard-earned money to see Drifter.

There's a level of wild B-movie ambition here that's preferable to the usual blandly violent, overly serious genre fare. If nothing else, Von Hoffman clearly has a voice - even if his accents are imitations.

Brings a breath of fresh air into a suffocating genre, but other than some of its unpredictable nature, it doesn’t stray too far from the path of other successful genre pictures.

Drifter is a movie with some good ideas, some clear influences and references, a love for madness and cannibalism, some decent effects in general, and an atmosphere that feels just right for its post-apocalyptic desert story.

It's too technically proficient to be dismissed as garbage, but it's too serious to be enjoyed as camp. It occupies the perfect sweet spot of terribleness.

This movie really does have some great stuff to look at but lacks in a script that makes the violence mean anything than a grotesque series of sadistic events.

A cannibal thriller that runs on fumes, stuck navigating an all-too familiar genre roadmap.

Maybe the first dull post-apocalyptic thriller featuring guns, gore, cannibals and a finger-licking temptress.

It's a dry bite of cannibalistic terror in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, and a film that feels like it lasts for three years, despite kinetic plot elements.

An overbearing atmosphere of bloat hoping to feign suspense.