Have you ever drifted to sleep on a couch, an open copy of Métal Hurlant on your lap, as your friends play Dungeons & Dragons and a Slayer record spins? If not, don’t worry, Panos Cosmatos will recreate this moment for you. […] Mandy is set in that most futuristic date, the year 1983. But this story is a little more steeped in demonic myth than microchips.
Red (Nicolas Cage) and Mandy (Andrea Riseborough) […] are in a love haze in their strange woodland cabin beneath lava-coloured skies. […] Then: trouble. A biker gang (or are they hippies?) with a messiah-complex leader (Linus Roache) soaked in hallucinogens spies Mandy and “must have her”. His Hellraiser-esque minions capture her and, when she does not submit to his advances […], she is set on fire while Red, tied in barbed wire, is forced to watch. Though left for dead, Red frees himself and seeks his vengeance.
[The film] has most memorable macaroni cheese television commercial in all of cinema […]. The late Jóhann Jóhannsson’s synthesiser-heavy score and Benjamin Loeb’s colour-saturated cinematography delivers the promise of every great painted 1980s VHS box cover. Tricky effects, like a drugged-out sequence shot with a CRT monitor’s gloss, the slowed-down voices as Red achieves his final form and a sublime use of fonts […] are pure catnip for fetishists of this milieu.
Either you are one of the devoted or you’re not. You won’t know what camp you’re in until you see it.
Jordan Hoffman, The Guardian