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A more than satisfactory scare fest.
Moral of the story: never visit an out-of-the-way Mexican ruin covered by vines and blood-red flowers that make a squeaking sound.
The Ruins does what a good psychological horror movie should do: rely on tension rather than gore to achieve its aims.
The usual gore-and-gristle fare, but this one serves it up with a tad more suggestiveness and smarts.
More disgusting than scary, The Ruins is the latest in a long line of horror films about upper-middle-class travelers being terrorized in unfamiliar environments.
The Ruins is lumpish, static, and obvious. It's a gringos-go-home cautionary fright flick done in the spirit of a cheap '50s horror movie, except that it leaves you longing for the competence of grade-Z studio-system trash.
Tourists vs. flesh-eating vines; guess who wins?
Watchable killer-plant horror movie.
So bereft of creativity that it fails even to deliver to its base--teenage boys--the ghouls and boobs they so desperately want to see.
If it could happen to these kids, smart and beautiful, then it sure as shit is going to happen to me.
Tenso, bem montado e dirigido com segurança e inteligência por Carter (que também extrai boas atuações de seu pequeno elenco), o filme consegue o impossível: transformar plantas assassinas em algo assustador.
Smith's singularly bizarre novel managed what this film cannot: fear and sympathy.
It had me squirming, and the sheer anarchy and amoral chaos involved was refreshing.
We don't care when these characters die because they are not real people; they are manufactured victims ....
... soft-core torture porn that quite literally sets up its pretty, Hollywood protagonists for brutal sacrifice.
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