transcends mere torture porn - though there's plenty for the squeamish to squirm over here -- in its deftly controlled mix of empathy, grotesquerie and sardonic humor
its tone is too light, its manner too cavalier, to be bogged down by the kind of portentous posturing that made Eli Roth's film reek of self-importance
has its bloody moments, but it knows just how much to show to make you squirm and then leaves the rest to the soundtrack and the build-up to the next macabre moment
grueling in the best possible way, this is easily the best Australian horror film since Wolf Creek and yet another ad for the outback as a place populated entirely by murderous freaks
arguably the only flaw to The Loved Ones' gore-and-guffaws approach is that Byrne does not quite have enough strong material to fill a noticeably slender 80-minute running time
by Paul Byrnes [Sydney Morning Herald ]
by Calum Marsh [Slant Magazine ]
by Anthony Morris [The Vine ]
by Leigh Paatsch [Herald Sun ]
