Martyrs

Pascal Laugier’s 2008 Martyrs is often considered one of the most brutal films ever made. A thoroughly upsetting, immeasurably graphic depiction of human suffering wrought in real time—with something like a half an hour of near-dialogue-less torture—Laugier’s film seems designed to interrogate the audience, to push viewers so far as to wonder aloud what the actual purpose is of witnessing such visceral depravity, simulated or not. Are there any true benefits to obscenity?, it asks, threatening over and over to tip from the grotesque into the pornographic. That in the end the film is left ambiguous is almost an indictment on Laugier’s part, resembling formal experiments like Michael Haneke’s Funny Games: You sat passively through all of that, he chastises. You refused to quit. And for what?
While the American remake of Martyrs shares much of the same plot as its predecessor, gone is the ambiguity and the accusation—and much of the brutality, to be honest. Instead, directed by brothers Kevin and Michael Goetz, the new Martyrs compromises on every level, ultimately coming off as pretty much just a feminine take on The Passion of the Christ. Yes: It is that stupid, that ugly and that pointless.
Troian Bellisario—of Pretty Little Liars fame, in which she is inarguably the best actor on set (better, believe it or not, than even Chad Lowe)—plays Lucy, a woman who as a child escaped an ill-defined traumatic situation to befriend Anna (Bailey Noble as an adult) and learn to operate as a functional human being. When we catch up with the friends 10 years after Lucy escapes, we’re confronted with a picture-perfect middle class family who, upon answering the door one picture-perfect morning, is murdered by Lucy, all grown up and out for revenge. Putting down the shotgun, and done with deliriously crying for a bit, Lucy calls her still-best-friend Anna to confess that she finally found her torturers, and she needs help burying the bodies. Anna arrives, horrified (duh), but still not convinced Lucy found the right family. That is, until she discovers an underground facility and a gang of thugs show up to continue what they began with Lucy 10 years earlier.
What follows would generally fall into the category of “harrowing,” though the American remake neuters much of 2008’s most shocking bits. (And since we can’t really talk about Martyrs without spoiling it, then heed this warning: Spoilers follow—though there will be nothing in this review to recommend anyone actually watch this thing.) From death via mallet to the aforementioned extended torture sequence, the 2008 Martyrs unflinchingly subverted all audience expectations regarding typical slasher fare, taking tropes and beating them into smithereens. Laugier’s idea, it seemed, was to literally strip away (care of some gruesome scenes of flaying) the idea that the victim has her punishment coming, even if the morality behind that idea, as in most slasher films, is suspect (i.e., because she engaged in premarital sex, is a hussy, etc.). In Martyrs, victims are ostensibly good, innocent people who deserve nothing in the way of such extreme pain—chaos definitely reigns.