An escaped buffalo stirs up a frenzy of aggression in a small rural Indian village. Get ready to be gored by cinema’s horns, trampled under a stampede of deliciously grotesque, fleshy imagery and tossed aloft on a buffalo-snort of bravado because Lijo Jose Pellissery’s utterly bonkers “Jallikattu” is here to pummel you into submission.

A fever-pitch, adrenaline-soaked vortex of social issues drama, deconstruction of the male id, this crazed howl of human brutality morphing inexorably into bestial savagery deserves, and feels destined to find, a willingly cultish following.

 

Reviews

Jallikattu overtakes every sensory receptor in the human body. Jallikattu commits to unhinged depravity on a level that's organically difficult to follow. Jallikattu is nothing you've seen and everything you should risk.
Every minute of this work of great absurdity is infused with so many surprises that you're already planning to watch it again. The film is the answer to those who doubted Pellissery's auteur status.