Avaliações do Metacritic

In many ways the film feels like a regression -- it's more juvenile, less polished and feels less labored over than his previous efforts.

The savagery here is rooted in retrograde myths that might have been easier to stomach had the cannibalism been positioned as a fantastical unleashing of retribution.

The blood-soaked “Inferno” practically ends up a promotional snuff film for deforestation.

The film reawakens long-repudiated notions of white supremacy and such, but Mr. Roth is surely not trying to peddle them. He’s merely seeing if he can replicate the formula of the subgenre. And he does, fairly slickly, in fact.

Unfortunately, the unbridled shock value isn't matched by a similar investment in other ingredients that might have made this low rent B-movie worthwhile.

Finish your popcorn early if you’re going to The Green Inferno, and save the bucket to barf in.

Roth amplifies that exploitation flick's least interesting components (gore, cruelty) at the expense of all others.

The Green Inferno feels like a retread of a retread.

The film is measured and executed effectively to satiate horror fans' bloodlust, yet its underlying messages are just so repugnant.

Enjoying this rancid slab of red meat depends not just on an appetite for slop, but also a taste for sloppy leftovers.