Deborah Ross

The Voices review: a hateful, repellent, empty film

Slashings in the woods one minute, dancing pink forklifts the next - the film’s tone is all over the place

"THE VOICES", 2013 Director: Marjane Satrapi, Dreiundzwanzigste Babelsberg Film GmbH 
issue 21 March 2015

The Voices is ‘a dark comedy about a serial killer’, which is not an overcrowded genre, and I think we can now plainly see for why. I was up for it, initially. The buzz around the film had been good. ‘Unexpectedly pleasurable’, GQ. ‘Wild and hilarious’, Hollywood Reporter. Which just goes to show: never, ever trust reviews.

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