The Feast

...offers a feast for the eyes while accommodating more than one interpretation. For this is all at once environmental fable, anti-colonialist allegory, and Hanekean portrait of a family undone by its own errant appetites and all-consuming greed.

It avoids jump scares in favour of a long, slow build of tension – so slow that at times the characters appear to be in the grip of a kind of paralysis – that pays off with an explosively grisly final act.

A half-baked misfire.

Echoes of the best Michael Haneke movies abound as preparations for a swank dinner party... are overlaid by a sickening sense of dread.

Jones skilfully cranks up the creepiness a notch at a time with an ominous soundtrack and stylish lighting, until the dial is way past 11 and into grand guignol territory by the end.

"The Feast " is horror with a purpose and offers a real sense of how to make a genre picture.

Reaching the main course of The Feast requires patience.

Jones’ directorial debut is a gore-filled horror fest that is centred around the environmental destruction of nature and family that deals with the consequences of it all, and it is one of the most exciting horror movies of the year.

The Feast communicates its rage with panache and passion, all held together by Elwy's magnificently unnerving eye-catcher of a performance.

There are several moments in the film that ingrain themselves in your head so effectively that you might not be able to eat properly the next day.