It's a movie that embodies the story of an eternal couple, John and Mary. Both spouses appear to be completely different from us as they suffer from a constant desire for human flesh. Over time, John quickly deteriorated into a horrific neighborhood death, and Mary set her sights on Sarah, an elegant and different young woman.
The Hunger is an agonizingly bad vampire movie, circling around an exquisitely effective sex scene. Sorry, but that's the way it is, and your reporter has to be honest.
The focus of Hunger is emphatically the death of Bobby Sands, specifically, what happens to his body, viewed from a tragic outside and, to an imaginative extent, a determined inside.
A film with legendary cast and photograph. Underestimated at the time, but like any other cult movies, was able to find its audience. [Full review in Spanish]
The movie reeks with chic, but never, for one minute, takes itself too seriously, nor does it ever slop over into camp.
Chicago Reader
January 01, 2000
The obsessive conjunction of lesbian sex and flowing blood suggests a deep-seated misogyny, but neither this nor any other theme is registered with enough clarity to offend.
In his feature debut, director Tony Scott, brother of Ridley, exhibits the same penchant for eleborate art direction, minimal, humorless dialog and shooting in smoky rooms.