Frontier(s)(Frontière(s))

L.A. Weekly by

As a satire of France's recent turn to the right, Frontier(s) is both hysterical and muddled; as straight-up splatter -- a Grand Guignol concerto of scalding steam, slashed tendons and table saw, with a solo for exploding head -- it's as relentless as it is hateful, hammily directed and derivative of the dreariest slop in contemporary American horror cinema.

TV Guide Magazine by Maitland McDonagh

Though neither subtle nor particularly original, Gens' spin on the meat-movie classic has both nightmarish energy to spare.

The New York Times by Manohla Dargis

Although at times Mr. Gens veers dangerously close to the unpardonable, with images that evoke the Holocaust too strongly, Frontier(s) finally works because its shivers are as plausible as they are outrageous.

The A.V. Club by Scott Tobias

There's no depth, surprises, or wit to the screenplay, which seems motivated by the sole desire to generate the vilest, most disgusting people and images imaginable.