Visceral: Between the Ropes of Madness (2012)
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Visceral: Between the Ropes of Madness is an extreme “red film” reboot through Unearthed Films which makes Trauma (a fellow Chilean movie) look like a Disney fairy tale. There…that’s a good start. Take a deep breath and grab a bucket because this may nauseate you more than the most excessively brutal film you THINK you’ve ever seen.
Visceral does not provide a slow burn. It grabs you by the throat and launches you into a scorching fire, face first. Felipe Eluti wrote, directed and stars as a beaten down has-been boxer who still strives to earn champion’s gloves through a final match, but ends up ruthlessly butchering anyone and everyone who merely appears within his path. This could be a neighbor riding the elevator, a pedestrian on the street, or even a homeless man in a much-needed deep sleep surrounded by garbage and trash. The victims are indiscriminatingly chosen, and the results are absolutely sickening.
With little dialogue, we watch this human (or inhuman?) monster prey upon mostly females throughout the 65+ minutes of the cruelest torture, completely void of any emotion other than penetrating fury. His psychosis is implied from experiences in the ring, an estranged relationship with his mother and the intense pressure put upon him to successfully defeat the undefeatable. It’s not about what went wrong with the boxer. It emphasizes on what MORE will go wrong with his derangement until we can no longer handle the viciousness.
The boxer’s breakdown is consumed with thoughts of carried out human degradation, remorseless of any human decency. As we are granted visuals of a literally blood-splattered apartment, Eluti’s character relaxes in coated blood enjoying a cigarette and even a stolen taste of human flesh. There are no limits and no boundaries to his deprivation as he sinks further into his own cerebral madness.
Copious amounts of blood, guts and vomit encapsulates Visceral. It's uncomfortable, vile and beyond graphic. Just the way I like my Unearthed Films screeners!