It’s great to see a slicer and dicer like Frontiere(s) frame its wrath within a contextual story, like when four Parisian hoods escape the recent election riots for the countryside, only to be slaughtered by a band of Neo-Nazi’s running a bed and breakfast! In a refreshing formal shift, the film never depends on psychological plot twists or character betrayals to feed the viewer’s interest. Here, the brutality of the story holds water both as a political and social statement, emphasizing the horror of a modern fascist presence existing on the outskirts of Paris, watching as Democracy implodes and slits its own throat, lying in wait for the right moment to pounce. In Frontiere(s), life and death choices transcend the typical absurdity of the genre, reverberating in uncomfortable and palpable ways. Sure, the film revels in the Horror stylistics we’ve come to expect from such fare (quick editing, stark colors, graphic violence), but when these aspects compliment a biting commentary riding underneath the blood splatter, the end result borders on profound.