Evan Popplestone’s review published on Letterboxd:
An ancient poem of primal brutality, written in blood, mud, water, fire and internal organs. In the howl of the dog, the peck of the crow, the black void sockets of an eyeless Björk, and in the rage-filled hearts of vengeful men.
Violence here is not glorified - there is no true good and evil, only the choice between hating your enemies and loving your friends.
This is what cinema is about.