"Baskin's narrative flagrantly rejects coherence over an intoxicating collapse into sensory chaos, and time and space coils around itself Ouroboros-style with punishing results. Compounding the film's brutality is its very real affinity for old-school gore, recalling the best (or, if you prefer, the worst) of Lucio Fulci in particular ... In its own unique colour-drenched, frenzied and determinedly incomprehensible way, Baskin returns to the Freudian premise its opening nightmare suggests, but in a far more brutal, complex and meaningful way: it is a film about the simultaneous subversion, horror and glory of destroying patriarchy. Baskin at its heart both reveals and revels in the self-defeating, inescapable rituals of masculinity, and the visceral, inescapable horrors that can accompany them." - Alexandra Heller-Nicholas, 4:3