This film to me marks the death of creativity, and makes a mockery out of its audience. Please excuse the spoilers but the imagery of this movie can only be related by a few content examples from the film. This soul-sucking homage to super-8 nonsense starts with mastabatory rape to a chorus of crickets and screaming, and after many minutes more of sights like log-raping, crotch smashing and crusifixtion, I was pleased to see that no one even bothered to explain what was happening and disheartened that no one took the blame for its conception. Even the back of the box description (which is the only narrative you'll recieve when watching this film) is filled with enough nebulous dialouge to make the journey unrelatable and mean absolutely nothing, lacking the balls to even define the myth it was deficating on.
I would suggest that you never watch this film. And if you still want to, I suggest waiting until there is audio commentary from the creators to back up some of the disgusting choices. Maybe the message is not about brutality and more that we as a human race have come to stand for and thereby mean absolutely nothing.
Strange note: If you decide to pick up this movie anyway; mute the movie and play the Schindler's List Soundtrack. Its kind of a Wizard of Oz/ Dark Side of the Moon relationship; plus that way you won't hear crickets and screaming for over an hour.