A logging truck is destroyed with explosives. Another has his face crushed inward by a tree branch. One man’s head is viciously gashed by a whirling propeller blade. People are sucked, screaming, out of a crashing plane. One girl slices her own throat, blood obscenely spurting.
Corpses and moldering body parts are suspended on large pikes. (And not even in this gruesome plot point does the camera retreat.) A woman gets a spear thrown into her throat and another into her forehead. After getting high on the fumes of potent marijuana, the tribe literally eats a man alive. A man is tied up and dangled like a piñata, each of his bones broken with a club he’s consumed by a swarm of large ants. A girl’s tattoos are cut off and played with by the tribe’s children. The tribe lustily devours him.įlesh is stripped off a young woman’s ribcage and eaten as finger food. The resulting chunks of meat are seasoned, cooked, carved and served as if he were a Thanksgiving turkey. His torment finally ends when his head is lopped off and his torso is drained of its remaining fluids. His eyes are plucked out and eaten, his tongue sliced off, his limbs hacked off. In just one of the many killings a man is literally cut apart (defined quite literally here as butchered) while he writhes and screams. You’ve figured out by now that this flick is a carnage-meets-cannibalism smorgasbord, with infamous horror director Eli Roth serving up course after course of repulsiveness. And, yes, these are the very people on whose behalf the fresh-faced Americans had come to protest. The need for food, it turns out, is exactly why warriors from an indigenous tribe living deep in the bush near the crash site are now headed their way. Now, usually that’s just an expression for having to eat at Arby’s instead of Chipotle. After an engine blowout and a swirling nose dive of tumbling twentysomethings, vomit and blood, the students find themselves stranded in the middle of nowhere. And the college kids pack up for a jungle-jumper plane ride back to the nearest big city airport. How’s that for a spring break?īut it works! The Internet-streamed and -tweeted brouhaha is deemed a success. So before you can scream “Justice for all!” on an empty stomach, Justine has been seduced into joining a trip to the Amazon and chaining herself to a deep-jungle logging bulldozer.
If they could draw her into their next big project-protesting the abuse of indigenous Peruvian tribes by nefarious and uncaring lumber companies-why, she could lend them quite a lot of media clout. Justine’s dad, you see, is an important political figure with lots of foreign embassy contacts. What she doesn’t realize yet is that Alejandro and his force of fist-waving friends have noticed her, too. But then she spots the protest leader: a handsome rogue named Alejandro.Īs her eyes glaze over and her heart starts to thump, Justine quickly decides that he is a good cause for which she could miss a meal or two. When the pretty college freshman sees students on campus staging a hunger strike over one cause or another, she’s more inclined to taunt them then join them. Justine isn’t exactly the social activist type.
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