Love Lies Bleeding

Once you get the interior ugliness of everyone involved, you may be able to chuckle at some of the violence, ha ha.

And besides: absurdist, gasp-inducing, melodramatic, and often intensely violent right through to the grisly, surrealist end, Love Lies Bleeding is entertaining enough without having to do all of the heavy-lifting.

Not many artists are this brave when it comes to probing at our sexual desires, and what they reveal about us.

If Saint Maude was a slow burn portrait of loneliness and obsession with a killer's sting on its tail, this is a brilliantly visceral sucker punch of a film.

This is a movie that will find its people. And once it does, cult status is more or less assured.

The film is at its most fun and original when it leans into surrealism.

An extremely engaging, stylized, and watchable experience that makes excellent use of all of its assets.

Love Lies Bleeding reaches engrossing levels in its connective thematic tissue, which is the interplay between love and violence.

The film is immersive and funny, walking up to the chasm of obnoxiousness and looking over the edge and hocking a chunky loog down there without throwing itself in.

An overheated neo-noir with two queer women at the center, Love Lies Bleeding blurs all barriers, resulting in an ecstatic—and sometimes nauseating—vision of liberation.