I can tolerate gruesomeness as well as the next guy, “guy” being the operative word since, with the exception of a colleague’s wife who revels in the “Saw” movies, appreciating gruesomeness is mostly a male thing.
Maybe it goes back to playing scientist as kids, and being fascinated by chicken innards.
I know: Too much information.
And that’s my criticism of the blood-and-guts overkill in “The Ruins,” a trash-and-thrash film that’s out on DVD July 8: Too much too much.
Forget about the creepiness. The tale of tourists stranded on atop an old temple mound surrounded by thick vines and vicious villagers features an intentional breaking-legs scene that crashes the Gore-O-Meter. Which isn’t easy.
You get close-ups of the action, you hear enhanced smashing-and-cracking sounds, and you get close-ups of the awful aftermath.
Don’t eat enchiladas beforehand.
As if that’s not enough, you get in-your-face looks at the icked-up artificial limbs in the extras.
Not healthy for children and other living things.