"Erotica is not porn, and Martyrs is not torture porn."
Synopsis: Lucie, a young woman subjected to an arduous childhood of pain and suffering, returns to the home of the family who abused her with on revenge on her mind. Her vengeful outing leads her to her fate, and her best friend and consoler into the life of which she escaped from.
Review: Martyrs is undeniably brilliant. It has haunted me for days and I still can't shake the thoughts and emotions ingrained in my head for long enough to write an in depth review. Martyrs is really two films in one, both unmistakenly different. The first half is a high-paced, emotionally charged, kill-fest that packs a fuckin' punch like you wouldn't believe. The second half is an emotionally draining and mind numbing slowed-down transcendant trek of tortuous abuse that leads to an almost unwatchable ending. At parts it's scarier than [REC], more brutal than Inside and grotesquely more beautiful than Aftermath. I've seen this film make viewers cower in their seat, vomit at their feet and remain speechless and motionless for minutes. It's an experience. It's a masterpiece. It's unforgetable.