Written and Directed by Nicolas Lopez, Eli Roth, Guillermo Amoedo
Starring: Ariel Levy as Alejandro, Lorenza Izzo as Justine, Sky Ferreira as Kaycee
Dumb, rich white girl Justine is rudely awakened by a conclave of noisy “campus activists” outside of her dorm. Whilst walking to class, Justine gets a closer look at the ideologically incoherent OWS style event and immediately falls into deep, unrequited lust with the group’s leader, Alejandro (a “young” activist who looks like he is old enough to have marched with Abbie Hoffman). After attending class and hearing her teacher deliver an ideologically inconsistent treatise on female genital mutilation, Justine’s lust is suddenly mixed with a newfound feeling of first world guilt. She just has to get on board with a cause of some kind. Filled with her new sense of lustful purpose, Justine shows up at a meeting of Alejandro’s merry band of activists. She is promptly rejected for being “insolent” by “speaking out of turn.” And here I thought communists loved women. Sexist. After some impassioned begging to be given a second chance, Justine is invited to go along on the group’s sojourn to the Peruvian jungle where they will be chaining themselves to trees and heavy equipment to stop a logging operation or some other such nonsense. The intro serves little purpose other than to establish just how completely insufferable these characters are. By the time their plane crashes in the jungle, you will find yourself enthusiastically rooting for their demise.
The acting is hammed up and cringe-worthy. Particularly Ariel Levy’s performance as Alejandro (incidentally, this is his highest rated film on Rotten Tomatoes with a score of 35 percent). Of course, one doesn’t go into a film like this expecting great acting. This is a splatter flick, after all. The real star is the gore. From the copilot’s gruesome beheading, to the fat kid being butchered alive, every bit of gore is shown on camera and rendered in graphic detail. After the seemingly endless parade of PG-13 vanilla horror flicks and the inexplicably R-rated disappointment that was It Follows that I have endured the past several months, Eli Roth’s cannibal escapade was a breath of fresh air. If you’re a gore aficionado who is sick of tame kiddie horror, give the Green Inferno a look and watch a group of whiny cultural Marxist types be taught the error of their ways by a tribe of peaceful flesh eaters.