There's a reason why one goes to see cinematic gorefests like Hostel: to partake vicariously of the bloodfest, to get hopped up on the sickness of it all, the utter degradation, the fall of Western Civilization, yadda yadda yadda, and oh yeah, to hoot at the flying fingers, the guts, the blood, the bare breasts. (metacritic.com)
The other part is an all - out gorefest of brains, blood, and entrails. (fatmovieguy.com)
The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue is the bitter revolutionary backhand offered to authoritarian myopia, though conversely, it's a pretty decent little gorefest with a generous helping of eye violence and entrails - devouring in its second half. (filmfreakcentral.net)