Kritiken

Ravenous's uniquely kooky sensibility has given it a surprisingly long life as a cult favorite. It's the rare whatsit that isn't the product of a single out-there vision, but of a surplus of directions and meddling, from the wildly divergent acting styles to the unconventional aesthetic choices (like the title whooshing across the bottom of the frame, over a shot of Boyd vomiting) to that score, which Albarn and Nyman wrote more or less independently of each other. There's nothing quite like it.