In director Mark G. Lakatos and screenwriter Balázs Harangozó’s Meat Locker, an elegant date unfolds for an expecting couple, Man (Dániel Illés) and Woman (Dániel Illés). Their dinner is a whole pig sitting right in front of them. As they pick at it, Man and Woman debate the line between necessity and cruelty, especially in how humans use animals for food and experimentation. The conversation stays sharp and tense, with the Woman pushing back on the idea that living beings exist to be exploited, while the Man argues from a colder, human-survival stance.
Mid-meal, the night kicks into emergency mode when Woman suddenly goes into labor. She’s rushed away for medical help while her partner is left behind. Woman is taken into an environment that feels off — grimy, uncontrolled, and not entirely aboveboard — as if she’s been delivered to a place operating outside any rules she would recognize. Inside this clandestine facility, the staff conducts experiments using non-traditional birthing methods and medication. Now, who is serving whom?
“…Man and Woman debate the line between necessity and cruelty, especially in how humans use animals for food and experimentation.”
I don’t care what country it’s from; silly humor is universally beloved by anyone who still has a sense of humor. Meat Locker pays homage to classic grindhouse cinema. The film takes a simple debate about animal cruelty and uses it as a doorway into a low-budget body horror bloodbath. It all lands on an ending that pays homage to an American television classic.
There’s not much more to say: simple, to the point, and oozing with blood and organs, Meat Locker is a film worthy of your late-night horror track.
"…simple, to the point, and oozing with blood and organs..."
