Popular opinion on genre remakes tends to be that they’re
soulless product, meant to capitalize on a mildly recognizable title and often
hampered by studio notes. Audiences, rightfully so, often ask that if they
remain a constant, filmmakers could at least be granted the space to be
creative and make it their own. In an age that sees more rehashes than ever,
Jim Mickle’s American interpretation of Jorge Michel Grau’s Mexican horror
film, WE ARE WHAT WE ARE could be a standard going forward.
