Eat, the first full length feature by writer/director Jimmy Weber, is a sick and grotesque little flick about a not so young actress Novella McClure (Meggie Maddock) who, perhaps due to lack of success or just plain mental instability, becomes obsessed with eating her own flesh.
The concept is obviously inspired by the superior and surreal 2002 French film Dans Ma Peau (In My Skin), which although is similarly about a woman bent on the destructive practice of self cannibalism, the original is all substance while this new incarnation has nothing going for it but style…which was disappointing to say the least.
I’ve got issues with the whole cannibalism thing, it makes my skin crawl, and the concept of being eaten, of disappearing in that way, kinda terrifies me. So suffice to say the very thought of someone eating themselves goes beyond fucking crazy in my book, which is why it came as such a surprise when I was neither disturbed, nor frightened by Eat.
This is a shallow, vapid movie with a decent cast and devastating effects (that’s a good thing), but with aspirations of morbid grandeur that never quite make it off the ground. Plainly put, having fucked up visuals is just NOT enough if your audience doesn’t give a shit about your characters; and I really didn’t care what happened to Novella, I just wanted it to be over with quickly so I could stop watching the damn movie.
I’ve had a few arguments about this movie since my initial, uneventful viewing, and have heard more than once now that I’m not “hardcore” enough to have enjoyed this film. The implication being that because I am female, I don’t like gore or (even more insultingly) that movies like this are out of my league. I have only one thing to say to that…BITCH please. The fact that I’ve got boobs and a vag’ does not inhibit my ability to enjoy any form of horror, but it is ever so charming to be told that I am somehow unable to truly appreciate the genre due to my lack of a dick. Laughable really, but then again so is this movie (heehee see how I did that).
The gore is the only redeeming quality of Eat, which is filmed in bright, gorgeously vivid colors, and puts so much emphasis on imagery that very little room is left for story, character development and other “girly shit” (not my quote) like that. As such, unlike Dans Ma Peau which is a brilliant, freaky masterwork, Eat feels more incomplete than anything and manages to be little more than a visually jarring but overall empty experience that is best left to those far more “badass” than me.
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