Metacritic reviews

Piles on the glam-rock spectacle and coal-black comedy at such a brusque pace that it often seems in danger of rattling off the rails entirely.

Check out the trailer before you commit to this one; if it's for you, you'll know instantly. And if it's not, you'll know that, too.

Feels destined to please a campy coterie of fans and no one else.

There probably aren't enough futuristic Goth rock musicals, but Repo! The Genetic Opera is weak on a couple of things a musical needs: music and lyrics.

If steampunk bloodbaths aren't for you, it's a long wait for the fat lady to sing.

The biggest mystery about Repo! The Genetic Opera is why the grisly Goth-horror musical is opening the week after Halloween. The second-biggest mystery is why this unfunny, unscary, preposterous bloodbath about organ transplants is opening at all.

So over-the-top it's purple. At the same time, it's not too many lengths of intestine beyond some mainstream movies, "Sweeney Todd" being the most obvious comparison.

Misery is enduring this Rocky Horror Paris Show.

The grim finality of the ensuing pietà suggests the last act of Hamlet or, rather, Hamlet 2--so embarrassing that, for the first time, I wanted to avert my eyes from the screen, although that might have also been because Repo! appears to have been shot with a cell phone.

The film is bad -- not good-bad, tacky-bad or fun-bad, just plain awful and nearly unwatchable.