On a nice sunday afternoon, what would be nicer than to take your good friends and enjoy a couple of hours of fine cinema – except of course if the film happens to be Martyrs. Let’s go for the goods first. The acting is superb. All the technical aspects, image and sound  are more than ok.  The beginning of the films gives you anticipation of entertaining horror. Then it seems to be a traditional and medicore japan-horror. Then – I just don’t know. The twists in the story start off gripping. Then descent in to foreseeable. Then take a u-turn to WTF!? and finally dress themselves in a t-shirt shouting PLEASE STOP DOING THAT! It might be that I’m the wrong audience for this kind of horror. Torture-porn they say, and they’re not all wrong.  It’s disturbing and stomach grunching a bit in the same way that Hanekes Funny games was – which I really liked. The difference is that Haneke  had a point. Maybe they also had one making this, but it certainly didn’t reach me. In the latter part of the film, there’s almost nothing enjoyable, except the acting. So, the story? Yes there is some kind of, but it could have been told in a more compact and more entertaining way. Maybe this isn’t entertainment, maybe it’s art? A martyr in modern language is a person who suffers for his beliefs in the hands of others. After the film, I somehow felt like one.  To make this babbling even more confusing, I have to admit that it is not a bad movie. I’s just awful to see through.